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Like You A Lot
for @xinonchi
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"(Y/n), wake up," you hear a soft voice whisper from somewhere above you.
You nod your head then turn on your stomach, resting your head on your crossed arms, bending your leg so your knee is aligned with your stomach. You lick your lips and let your hair fall over your face.
"(Y/n)," hands clutch your shoulders and shake them violently. "C'mon girl,"
"Shh,' you hush into your arm.
"We're home," He sighs. "You can sleep in your own room rather on the floor,"
"I will sleep here," you mumble incoherently.
"Say that again?"
"I will sleep here," you speak a bit louder.
"In your bloody and muddy uniform on the floor of the quinjet? No." You can already see Tony's raised eyebrows as he tries to peel you off the ground.
"Stop," You growl, annoyed that he was trying to disturb your sleep by attempting to pry you off the ground.
"Oh shut up," Tony sasses, finally rolling you over on your back.
"Get out of my face," You grumble, covering his face with your hands.
"Get your musty ass hands off of my face," Tony spits.
"Hehehehe," You chuckle wearily into the air.
"Are you on crack (y/n)?"
"No, but I can guarantee you I'll crack your face if you don't leave me alone,"
"Salty," Tony remarks. "Now get up Fury's calling for you,"
"Asshole," you mutter under your breath. You breath in tiredly and slowly rise from the floor. Rubbing your eyes, you tie up your hair effortlessly into a high ponytail using the black rubber band on your wrist.
"I understand it was a tough mission-"
"Tough?! I passed out on the field because I ran five miles nonstop, woke up on the jet, then passed out again! Tough is a fucking understatement Iron Ass," You bark angrily.
"Jesus," He mutters.
"Sorry," you sigh, looking at your feet in embarrasment. "It's just that I'm pissed at myself. I remember Pietro asking me if he could be my partner for this mission, and I turned him down. He was really excited to work with me, and after I declined, I could literally see the hurt in his eyes. Not to mention how 95% of my attention was on Pietro, making sure he was safe since he was alone in the base, but I distracted him when I mistook Nat for a Hydra agent, almost getting her and him killed on the spot. That and I'm hella tired, so . . ."
