Avenger Imagines

The Help - Tony Stark x Reader

Tony was too prideful to admit he needs help.

He's ego was too big for his own good.

So when you had started to help him, he was quick to decline.

"Don't touch that!"

"Tony..." You sighed and clicked a few buttons on the machine.

"I said I've got it!" Tony replied from inside his suit that's malfunctioning, where he definitely does not have it.

"You've got what?" You sassed back as the suit began to take Tony upwards. "The only thing you got is trouble." Turning down the machine, you stood back and watched Tony fly around aimlessly.

"I said I've got I-it." The suit started to shoot and you walked out.

"I've got it, Y\N, not don't help me." You mimicked Tony. "That's why you're flying around like an IDIOT." You shouted the last part at Tony before leaving completely.

And it was always an issue.

"Tony, you dimwit! The stove!" You screamed, covering your nose and mouth from the stench of burnt cookies.

"I've got it!" Tony yelled back, waving a mitten at the black fog.

"Is that why the stupid cookies are burned?" You opened a few windows and inhaled deeply. " You could always just ask me for help, Tony." You said a bit more kindly, Tony waved you off. You threw on some mittens and pulled out the over baked cookies.

"I don't need help!" He rushed over to take them burning tray from your hands, into his bare ones. Shouting in pain, you tried to help him to cold water.

"I've got this, Y\N." He told you, you could feel your face get red with fury.

"You've always got everything, and never have nothing! Stop being an egotistical jerk and let me help you." Your eyes were pricking with tears, unsure if it was of the fume or anger, you dropped the tray on the floor. "Take your stupid tray, I can't believe I can actually have a cru- ugh!" With that, you stomped out of the kitchen and into the halls. To your dismay, Steve had been walking along and stopped when he saw you.

"Are you alright, Y\N?" He asked with too much concern. Rubbing your eyes, you removed the tears.

"Tony burnt the stupid cookies and the fumes got to me." You uttered before jogging into your room.

After two hours and a nice shower, your phone beeped with a message concerning the fact that a few aliens where attacking. Throwing on your f/c catsuit, you raced outside to find Tony wrestling the biggest one.

"So is someone gonna help Tony or we gonna let him become alien chow?" Clint asked through the comm, you cracked your knuckled.

"I've got the idiot." You replied before taking up into a spiral next to Tony.

"Y\N I've -" Tony started, blasting one of the aliens arms off.

"I swear, if you say I've got it, I will become the reason you won't be able to have kids." You responded, before blasting the alien with your powers.

After the win, you grabbed Clint from his high up position and land safely. Tony walks up to you in the Iron Man suit and throws an arm around you.

"Hm, who knew we worked good together?" He asked' you shrugged his arm off.

"You would if you weren't a dick."

"Touché, but you know what, somethings been bugging me since earlier." Tony mused.

"I bet."

"You didn't quite finish your sentence after you dropped the trays of cookies." You could feel a blush rising so you turned away and started to walk back to the tower.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Stark."

"Me neither, but ya know, I'll be eating sushi around nine if you're up for it." Tony said, your eyes widen.

"I..."

"I'll be dressed casual and be all alone. Unless..." He smirked. You sighed, still not facing him and clicked the comm.

"Natasha, I'll have to skip out on shopping, I've got plans at nine." You said, Tony laughed and flew upward.

"Did you need help finding a outfit?" You smiled as he swiveled through the sky.

"Nope, I've got it."