Metal Heart, Pure Love

Table For Four

I woke up with a thumping headache, mainly due to the loud music the flat above us had been playing from about one in the morning. "Tony? Do you want a cup of coffee?" I mumbled. I sat myself up and rubbed my eyes, searching for my glasses. When I'd just about found them with my finger tips, they moved and I groaned. "Tony. Not funny. I need coffee." I could hear him sniggering behind me. He knew I was basically a blind bat without my glasses. "Glasses, now." I said, trying to be stern.

Unfortunately for me, Tony found my anger and frustration "cute". I stared at him and he just grinned like an excited child. "Why? What you going to do to me if I don't give them back?" I sighed, trying not to laugh, and shoved him. "Oh no! Don't hurt me Bruce!" He chuckled in my face. I decided I wasn't going to get anywhere with him so I fumbled my way into the kitchen and turned on the kettle. Without coffee, I may as well have been a zombie.

"Come back to bed!" Tony called. I smiled to myself, knowing he would be happy just to lie in bed all day. However, I had to pay the bills and try to find myself a job, even if it though it was Saturday. It took him a few minutes, but eventually he arrived in my line of sight, the duvet wrapped around him. "I hate you," he grumbled at me. I raised an eyebrow and he waddled over to me. He threw the duvet over my shoulders and hugged me tight so I was under the walking bedding as well. "You going to give me my glasses?" I suggested.

Tony moaned and sighed heavily. Then he put my glasses on for me, taking a moment to move my messy hair from my eyes. "You should give me a reward, you know." I turned away from him and said nothing. "Seriously Brucy, I found your glasses so I should get a reward from you." I looked at him, knowing full well he was lying. "Ok then, so I had them all along. But still. Can I still have a little treat?" 

I walked round to where he was stood, leaving the kettle to turn stone cold. "What type of treat?" I muttered. He seemed stunned at me replying, but thought quickly. "We could go back to bed?" He said, grinning. I laughed and pushed him away from me. "Well actually I already have a treat for you." I went and sat down on the sofa, pulling up an email on my laptop. "What do you mean?" He said. 

I showed him the email conversation I'd had with Bucky before Tony had got his act together for dinner. "There," I pointed at the screen. "We're having a guest for dinner." Tony looked at me, his eyes wide with shock. "Since when did we have anyone to invite? Clint and Nat are still at Uni and we have no other friends?" I put my arm onto his shoulder and kissed him lightly on the cheek."I actually bumped into an old school friend of mine yesterday. Bucky Barnes. I thought it would be nice to invite him over for pizza and catch up." 

Tony closed his eyes and put his head back, thinking about the situation. "Ok then," he concluded. "But if he's fit, I can't help it if I flirt, ok?" He winked at me. I thumped him on the shoulder as hard as I could and he just laughed at me. He took my face into his hands and kissed me slowly. When he pulled away, our foreheads met and he smiled at me. "Although just because he might be fit, it won't make me love you any less."