The Avengers Book of Imagines

Tony | Anything But Perfect Part 2

"You're not perfect, anything but. And that's what I love about you. Your flaws are what make you human. And god knows I would rather date a human with flaws than a human without."

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You sat on your couch, a bag of potato chips in your hand, while the credits for Supernatural rolled. Sighing, you reached into the bag to find the chips gone, before throwing it into the ever growing pile of rubbish and slinking into the kitchen to find some ice cream.

After settling back onto the couch, you started the next episode, the screeching sound of the "theme song" pulling you in. A few episodes later, you found yourself blinking heavily, struggling to keep your eyes open.

You were jolted to your senses when the blaring sound of the phone rang through the household. Sighing, you picked it up and inspected the ID, fully expecting it to be Tony. But it wasn't.

You pressed the receive button an placed the phone up to your ear.

"Natasha? Why are you calling me at 1am in the morning?" At first, there was no response, just a quiet sniffling and some heavy breathing.

"Tasha? What's up. If Steve did something-"

"It's Tony." You stop, images of his beaming face and cute smile filled your head, but you shook them away before they turned into proper memories.

"Look Tasha, if you're going to lecture me about leaving him, I don't want to-" You were cut off by a short growl before she spoke.

"Tony's dead."

Your heart stopped. There was a loud drumming in your ears, so you didn't hear the clanging of the phone when you dropped it to the ground. The drumming got louder, and you realised it was your heartbeat. Tears began falling down your already wet cheeks, and fell to the ground, curling up in a ball.

And you cried.

You cried, not only because Tony was dead, but because he had died thinking you hated him, when in reality, you could never stop loving him.

You started choking out screams, tears falling onto your clothes and into your mouth, clogging up your lungs until you couldn't make a sound.

You stayed like that, curled in a ball, until eventually, sleep caught up with you, and you fell into a restless sleep.

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You woke to the sound of the TV blaring. Strange, you must have knocked the on button when you fell asleep.

Suddenly, everything from yesterday hit you. Breaking up with Tony, Tony dying. You bit back a sob, but sat up straight when something the news presenter said caught your attention.

"Local billionaire Tony Stark was assumed dead early yesterday morning when he was hit by a car on High Street. According to doctors, he punctured his lung, broke both his legs and fractured his spine. Amazingly, Doctors at New York Hospice have confirmed that he is alive. Here's Gabby Park with more on the matter."

You don't hear the rest of the report, because you're too busy throwing clothes on and grabbing some shoes.

Tony's alive, he's alive! You couldn't believe it. The hospital wasn't far from your house, so you ran as fast as you could along the busy pathways.

You almost sprinted through the doors and over to the front desk where you finally caught your breath.

"Hi, I'm here to see Tony Stark?" You grinned breathlessly, looking expectantly up at the receptionist.

"Sorry Hun, you'll have to get in line." She pointed to a huge line of fangirls waving signs in the air.

"But... I'm Y/N L/N, his girlfriend?"

"You don't think all those girls over there have tried that too?" You huffed and stomped away, your good mood ruined. You pulled out your phone and angrily typed in Clint's number.

As the phone rang, you calmed slightly.

"Y/N? Where are you, we're waiting by Tonys room for you."

"Stupid receptionist won't let me in, thinks I'm one of his crazed fangirls."

"I'll send Steve down to come get you, see ya in a bit." You sighed and ended the call, leaning on the wall by the door up to all the patients rooms. As soon as Steve came down, the fangirls went into overall panic, screaming his name and phrases like: "I'M TONY'S GIRLFRIEND!" Or "PLEASE LET ME SEE HIM!"

He ignored them all and made his way over to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you towards the door.

Shouts of: "SHE'S A FAKE!" or "WHAT THE HELL?" Could be heard but their voices soon faded away as the elevator doors closed.

"How is he?" I asked quietly, the reality of the situation dawning on me. Tony may be alive, but he was not in a good condition. Steve looked down at me an sighed, ruffling my hair gently.

"He's alive." His voice came out slightly croaky, suggesting that like me, Steve had cried a lot last night. We walked into the corridor to see the rest of the Avengers slumped on some uncomfortable looking chairs outside a room. Clint was in the corner having a heated discussion with someone on the phone.

"How long have you guys been waiting for?" You asked as you neared them, placing yourself on an empty seat between Bruce and Thor.

"About 5 hours. We tried calling you earlier, but we couldn't get a hold of you." Natasha explained, yawning and leaning on Steve's shoulder.

Clint walked over with a slight smile on his face.

"Fury gave us today off, but said, and I quote: I expect to see your bright motherfucking faces back at work tomorrow, no exceptions." Everyone let out a small groan and slumped even further down in their seats, if that was possible.

Finally, a doctor emerged from the room in a large white coat and gloves, holding a clipboard tight in his hands.

"You here for Mr Stark?" We all stood immediately and nodded. He looked over the large group and shook his head.

"Sorry, only one visitor for now, Mr Stark is about to go into a vital surgery and needs to be as calm as possible." There was a mumbling of annoyance before Bruce turned to me.

"I reckon y/N should go." Everyone nodded their heads in agreement, and you were gestured through the door into the room. You walked quietly to where Tony lay, bags and wires hanging of every part of his body. You began tearing up at the sight of him.

"Why the long face babe?" You smiled slightly at Tonys poor attempt to cheer me up, and knelt down next to his bed.

"How're you feeling Tony?"

"Fine now you're here." You smiled and took his hand, squeezing it slightly.

"You know I don't hate you right?" You asked quietly. "I don't think I'll ever stop loving you. I don't know how you feel though." You hung your head slightly at the thought that Tony didn't like you anymore.

"Y/N, you're not perfect, anything but. And that's what I love about you. Your flaws are what make you human. And god knows I would rather date a human with flaws than a human without." You began tearing up at his mini speech, and you were about to hug him when the doctor rudely came barging in demanding you leave, so that Tony could have his operation.

You walked out of the room with tears still in your eyes.

"Are you okay Miss Y/N?" Thor asked when he saw your tears.

"I'm fine Thor, everything's going to be okay."

And it was.

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~mxrveltrash