Marvel Oneshots

Pulling them in by their belt

Tony:

Y/n stood in Tony's workshop, surrounded by an array of tools, gadgets, and half-finished suits. She watched as he tinkered with the latest iteration of the Iron Man suit, his brow furrowed in concentration. The sound of metal clinking and the soft hum of machines filled the air, but Y/n could hardly focus on the chaos around her; her attention was entirely on Tony.

"Can you pass me that wrench?" Tony asked, his voice muffled as he leaned into the suit.

Y/n reached for the tool, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "You mean this wrench?" she teased, holding it just out of reach.

Tony straightened up, turning to look at her with an eyebrow raised. "You know, I could just use my repulsor to grab it," he said, crossing his arms with a smirk.

"Sure, but where's the fun in that?" Y/n replied, stepping closer. The tension in the air shifted as she felt the heat between them build.

"Fun, huh?" he mused, leaning against the workbench, his dark eyes twinkling with amusement. "What do you have in mind?"

With a sudden burst of confidence, Y/n stepped up to him, grabbed the front of his belt, and pulled him closer. "This," she whispered, pressing her lips to his, catching him off guard. The kiss was electric, igniting a spark that seemed to jump between them.

Tony responded instantly, his hands finding her waist as he deepened the kiss, pulling her even closer. When they finally broke apart, both were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other.

"Okay, that was unexpected," he said, a playful smirk on his lips. "But I wouldn't mind some more of that 'fun' you mentioned."

Y/n laughed softly, feeling the warmth of his body against hers. "I thought you might like it. But you do realize that was just to distract you, right?"

"Distract me?" he echoed, feigning disbelief. "No, that was a strategic move. You've just made my work a lot harder."

"Then maybe I should pull you in more often," Y/n teased, her fingers still curled around his belt loops, keeping him close.

Tony grinned, his confidence returning. "I'm all for it. Just remember, when it comes to distractions, I'm the king."

"Challenge accepted, Stark," she replied, leaning in for another kiss, both of them knowing they were about to embark on a fun-filled evening filled with mischief and romance.

Steve:

Y/n found herself in the training room of the Avengers compound, watching Steve as he sparred with Sam. His movements were fluid and precise, showcasing the strength and skill that made him Captain America. There was something mesmerizing about watching him fight, but today, Y/n felt a mix of admiration and a twinge of frustration.

After the training session ended, Steve approached her, wiping sweat from his brow. "Hey, Y/n. Did you see that last move? I think I finally perfected it."

"Impressive, but maybe you should consider working on your technique with distractions," Y/n replied, smirking slightly.

Steve raised an eyebrow, confusion and curiosity dancing in his blue eyes. "Distractions? What do you mean?"

With a sudden burst of playful energy, Y/n stepped forward and tugged on his belt loops, pulling him closer until their bodies nearly touched. "Like this," she whispered, catching him off guard.

Before he could react, she pressed her lips against his, and Steve melted into the kiss. It was soft and sweet, filled with the warmth of their shared connection. When they finally pulled apart, both were slightly breathless, a light blush creeping up Steve's cheeks.