The Avengers Imagines

Requested (Anon) Tony Stark

Okay guys, I am really sorry for the no updates for a few months, i've had alot happen to me over the past 3 months, not that it matters, but thank you for the 14K !! It makes me so happy to see that people still actually vote and comment for this, it really means alot! - Jaz

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You stared at yourself in the mirror, at your hips, your chest, your thighs. This wasn't your body. This wasn't who you were meant to be. Your husband of 4 years, Steve, meant the world to you, but your marriage was going down hill. He always put his work before you, at first you admired this, but now it came before anything. You knew he wouldn't understand. You took a deep breathe, you knew it was time you had to tell him.

You walked slowly out of the bathroom, and stood in the doorway of your living room, waiting patiently for Steve to notice you were their. It took a few minutes.

'Steve, we need to talk' You whispered, not brave enough to look him in the eyes

'Yeah okay, go ahead' He sighed, he knew this was coming sooner or later.

'Steve, this isn't working. It's not you, I promise, well some of it is, but mostly it's me. You are a man of many virtues, and I, well umm. Steve I was born in the wrong body, I want to be a boy'

He look shocked, and almost disgusted.

'Pack your sh*t (y/n) I don't want to be near you' He growled(A/N this is simply for the chapter, nothing personal against Steve x)

You didn't even hesitate, you lifted your hand and slapped him. It stung but it was worth it. You stood up and went to the front door, you had already packed a bag.

'F*ck you Steve. I'll file the divorce papers. I'm taking the dog, I'll send someone to pick her up later'

You were proud of yourself. Really proud. You did what you needed to do and now you felt like a wait had lifted off of your shoulders. You smiled, and flung your bag on the back of your motorbike, and slid on your helmet. This was the start of something new.

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*dinggggggggg* *This is a doorbell*

'Tony? Tony it's (Y/N) please answer the door. I did it!'

Tony swung open the door, and opened his arms to hug you. You ran into him, and he wrapped his arms around you, laughing and he kicked the door shut. Tony had been your bestfriend for over 10 years, and he was the first person you confided in when you really knew who you were, and he was the most accepting out of anyone. He welcomed you with open arms, quite literally.

'Well seen as though you're hear with a bag, i'm guessing you've left and I have to go pick up the dog?' He laughed, turning off the TV so we could talk.

'Yep, is it okay if I crash here for a few days? Just until I get payed?'

'You can stay as long as you need Princess,your bedroom is all set up, and I have enough food to feed an army, you're more than welcome, and to be honest I owe you quite alot anyway'

You found Tony a few years back, after your wedding, in a bad state. Passed out on his sofa, drunk. He was a complete wreck, you could tell he'd been crying. You spent the whole night with him, helping him sober up, and watched him sleep, but he never told you the reason why.

'Tony, you're my bestfriend, you know that right?'

'Of course Princess, or should I call you Prince now? Now tonight, Chinese and chick flicks? And tomorrow, we're going to get your hair cut and dyed, and we're going to buy you a whole load of new clothes, my treat' He sat cross legged on the sofa, with the smile of a six year old.

'And why is this Tony?'

'Because you deserve it'

You spent the whole evening eating Chinese, and watching crappy chickflicks, but you've never had so much fun in your life

*2 months later* *you're either going to love me or hate me for this*

You were still living at Tony's, but you grew so close to him, you both decided it should be permanent.

You'd never felt so yourself. You're hair was short and a bright blue, and it looked amazing. You had one of your ears stretched, and wore clothes that made you feel comfortable, which was a dapper shirt, tie and waistcoat with black jeans most days, which you looked really good in.

You bought a really high quality binder, which felt amazing, and Tony helped you with it all, and you owed him so much.

You came home one day, and Tony was in the kitchen, cooking. He had Birdy Skinny Love playing over the speakers.

                   

             'Who will love you'

He was singing. You snuck into the kitchen.

             'Who will fight?'

He looked really good today

             'And who will fall far behind?'

You were centimetres away from him.

            'Come on skinny love'

The bowl dropped

And your lips crashed together