Avengers Imagines

Tony Stark #3

A playboy, billionaire, philanthropist... Hahahaha is that the best comeback he could come up with?
Was he offended? Jealous? Angry? At Steve's comment...
"Take off that suit of amour and what are you?"
He did have a point... But don't tell Tony that.
Iron Man protected the world, and Tony's life. Without it he couldn't save the world... And could barely keep his life...
Especially after the number of times he has blown equipment up.
I feel sorry for Jarvis.
Jarvis was the butler for Mr Howard Stark. The family butler. A good man. English.
And now Tony has modernised him... He is now a simulator that guides Tony around the globe. Protecting him, advising him...
- - - -
"______?" Tony called.
"I believe she is in the library, Sir." Jarvis's voice rang out.
"Thanks Jarvis." I muttered.
I had been hiding from Tony for days now.
After he had blown up yet another object... Almost killing himself I tuned out.
Maybe he might realise what sort of mistake he has made.
I ran out of the library just as Tony entered.
"Jarvis? She's not here." Tony groaned.
"She was a moment ago Sir." Jarvis noted.
"Where is she headed?" Tony asked.
"I do not know... She is circling the halls." Jarvis said.
"Two can play at this game... Jarvis lock all the doors and ensure she either stays in a to room, or is barricaded in the hallway." Tony demanded.
"Yes Sir." Jarvis said.
"And the windows too... You never know what might happen." Tony smiled.
"She's locked in your bedroom, Sir." Jarvis said.
"Excellent." Tony smirked...
- - - -
"______, you do realise you can't ignore me forever." Tony started sitting on the bed.
I refused to answer.
"I locked you in here to apologize. I am reckless... And stupid... And annoying... And... You get the point." He said.
"Oh no, please keep going." I teased.
"Basically, I haven't thought about my actions and consequences ... And I'm sorry..." He said.
"And?" I prompted.
"I'll try to ensure it never happens again." He tried.
I nodded my head.
"Now can I please come back to bed?" He asked.
"No. You still have a week and a bit on the couch." I smiled.
"I love you." He said, kissing my forehead.
"And I hate you." I smirked, pushing him towards the locked door.
"Jarvis open the doors and windows." Tony asked.
- - - -
A loud bang was heard from his lab three floors up.
"Tony!" I shouted.
"Oops." He coughed, piling through the door covered in black dust...