Marvel Oneshots

Being catcalled

Tony:

Y/n stretched as she finished up the report Tony had asked for, deciding to surprise him by picking up his favorite coffee from the café a few blocks away from Stark Tower. She enjoyed the walk, the city bustling around her, the autumn air refreshing. She pulled her scarf tighter, smiling as she imagined Tony's expression when she handed him his coffee.

However, as she neared the café, a group of men leaning against a parked car caught sight of her. They exchanged glances, one nudging the other, clearly setting up for some sort of performance. Y/n rolled her eyes but kept her pace steady, hoping they'd ignore her if she didn't make eye contact. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case.

"Hey, pretty lady," one of them called out, loud enough to attract attention from passersby. "Where you off to in such a hurry?" His voice carried a mocking tone, the smirk on his face making Y/n uncomfortable. Another joined in, "Why don't you come over here and talk to us, sweetheart?"

She ignored them, tightening her grip on her bag. Her patience was thin, but she knew better than to get into a confrontation. She'd been around Tony long enough to pick up a few tricks on handling unwanted attention, but before she could even think of saying anything, she felt a familiar presence.

"Is there a problem here?" Tony's voice, usually so lighthearted, was steely and calm in a way that would make most people reconsider their actions.

The man who'd initially called out to her looked Tony up and down, visibly unimpressed. "Nah, man, just saying hi," he said with a smirk, clearly not recognizing who he was talking to. "Didn't know she was taken."

Tony narrowed his eyes, a dangerous spark flashing in them. He stepped closer, not a hint of his usual playfulness in his expression. "You'd do well to keep walking," he said, his voice lowering an octave. The authority in his tone was enough to make the men's bravado crumble. One of them muttered something, but they quickly dispersed, their confidence evaporating under Tony's gaze.

When they were out of earshot, Tony turned to Y/n, his demeanor shifting instantly back to his usual self. "Didn't I tell you to always have one of the suits with you?" he asked, pretending to scold her as he placed an arm around her shoulders.

She laughed, shaking her head. "You really think I need an Iron Man suit just to get coffee?"

"With that kind of attention? Absolutely," Tony quipped, but there was a seriousness in his tone. He glanced back at the retreating figures, his jaw tense. "I don't like it when people think they can talk to you like that."

"Well, it's a good thing I've got my personal Iron Man," Y/n teased, nudging him. They continued to the café, Tony's arm securely around her, and she couldn't help but feel grateful for his fierce protectiveness. With Tony, she never had to wonder if someone would stand up for her; he'd always be there, armed and ready, just a heartbeat away.

Steve:

It was a crisp morning in Central Park, and Y/n felt the rush of adrenaline as she jogged, enjoying the time away from the noise of the city. Steve had planned to join her, but a last-minute call from Fury had forced him to stay behind at HQ. She'd told him she'd be fine and was happy for the solo run, her music playing softly in her ears as she picked up her pace.

However, her peaceful morning was interrupted when a group of men hanging around one of the benches started making comments loud enough to pierce through her music. She tried to ignore them, focusing on her breathing, but the remarks kept coming.

"Hey there, gorgeous," one of them called out, his voice filled with exaggerated admiration. "Come here often? We could be your running buddies," he jeered, followed by laughter from his friends.