Avengers: Reader Inserts

I Won't Say (I'm In Love) ~ Tony's Version ~ Tony Stark x Reader

"If there's a prize for rotten judgement

I guess I've already won that

No man is worth the aggravation

That's ancient history, been there, done that"

You sighed as you came home from yet another failed date. Another man who cared more about you being a housewife than a working Avenger. You carried your shoes in your hand as you made your way to the common room of the Compound for a drink.

"You alright?" Tony's voice had you jumping.

"Tony!" You exclaimed. He was sitting on the couch, nursing his own drink. "You scared me."

"Sorry," he shot you a smile. "But seriously, you alright?"

"I'm fine. Just another failed attempt at dating." You grabbed a beer from the fridge before plopping down next to Tony on the couch. "I'm beginning to think it's not worth it anymore."

"What? Dating?"

"Yeah. Searching for someone to spend your life with. They either are awful straight from the start or they hook you in and break your heart once you're fully committed... I think I'll stick to being single."

"Not everyone is like that. You just have to find the right one." Tony stood up. "Don't drink too much of my liquor worrying about it." He leaned down and kissed your head. "Goodnight, sweetheart."

"Night, Tones."

You sighed as Tony disappeared down the hall. You hated the reason behind your insistence on going on dates. Anthony Edward Stark. He was your type. Similar to guys you've dated before. Which is why you'd never admit to your feelings for him. You would just get hurt if you did. Tony wasn't the type for a serious relationship, at least not anymore. He made that very clear since his and Pepper's break up where he was back to sleeping around with any woman who looked at him a certain way. You couldn't let yourself be one of them, knowing that you couldn't keep your feelings in check.

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Natasha woke up at her usual time to work out, surprised to see that Tony was already in the gym, a sweaty mess.

"Hard night?" She questioned, coming over to where the man was running on the treadmill.

"Something like that," he grumbled, focusing on his running.

"Did Y/N go on another date last night?" Tony didn't bother answering that question. "You know that there's an easy solution to this. Just ask her out."

"Natasha—"

"She'll say yes."

"You don't know that."

Natasha stepped onto the front of the treadmill to be face to face with the billionaire. "And if I find out it's true, will you ask her out?"

"Maybe."

"Great." She jumped off the treadmill and headed for the door.

"Wait." He paused the treadmill and jumped off it. "Where are you going?"

"To gather the evidence I need to stop you guys from being idiots any longer."

"Who'd you think you're kidding?

He's the earth and heaven to you

Try to keep it hidden

Honey, we can see right through you (oh, no)

Girl, you can't conceal it

We know how you feel and who you're thinking of (oh)"