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Imagine the punching bag creaked as you violently jabbed it with a bandaged fist. With every thrust it squeaked forwards and then flew back, hitting you in the stomach. You fiercely kept punching the heavy, hard bag, the bandage on your knuckles covered in dried red from your knuckles splitting at points.
Looking over at the clock you saw it was nearly 9:00 am. Stopping the swinging motion with a hand and knee, you wiped your sweaty forehead with the back of your hand. You unraveled the dirty bandages and tossed them in the small waste bin by the sink. You quickly washed over your hands, your bloody knuckles already healing. You shook them feverishly, water droplets flying around you and landing on the bright red paint of the wall.
You rushed up the stars and out of the door leading in the corridor. You turned right and waltzed into the kitchen. You spotted the familiar chocolate hair hunched over the coffee machine on the counter, his robe covered back to you. You snuck up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist and planted a kiss on his cheek. He turned around, his eyes twinkling but the glimmer was washed away with a wave of gloom. Your smile flickered but it stayed on and you pressed a small peck to his lips.
You wrinkled your nose as you realised how much you smelt.
"I'm gonna go shower." You said, walking away. "Wanna join me?" You asked, adding a flirtatious wink and wiggling your hips. He looked down briefly at your arse before shaking his head and turning back to his coffee.
You furrowed your brows in confusion. Usually Tony would jump at a chance like that. Maybe he was just stressed, you thought, or tired?
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You walked into the kitchen a week after the incident in the kitchen. You brushed the hair sticking to your sweaty forehead and noticed your handsome boyfriend stood at the coffee machine, getting his daily dose of caffeine.
"Morning, babe." You said half-heartedly. He nodded once before turning around, his mug enclosed in his hand - his eyes meeting yours for a moment, pouring sadness and ... guilt? - and walked towards the elevator and pressed the button to basement, in which his suits were located.
This was weird. Not only had he not spent any time with you this week, but Bruce hadn't seen him much either. You rushed towards the showers to wash, quickly dried yourself and deciding to go talk to the mutate scientist.
He met you with a smile at a curt wave for you to sit, seeing your distressed face. You nodded at him and slipped into the spinning stool next to him.
"It's Tony," You started with your elbows on the table and your head resting on your hands. "He's been acting...weird."
Bruce nodded. He fixed his crooked glasses and leaned back slightly.
"I've noticed."
"Well, it's worrying me. He's just not the same. I want to help him; but I don't know what the matter with him is." You admitted holding your head in your hands.
"I think I know." You sat up. "Only last week he would talk for hours about you." You blushed. "But lately even at the slightest mention of you, he tries to change the subject or just ignores me."
Your heart dropped to your stomach and tears bubbled in your eyes. You stood up suddenly from your chair making Bruce jump.
"I need to go." You said simply and fled from the room. You needed to find Tony.
You managed to corner the brunette when he tried to scramble back in his basement. He looked down at you with a guilty and frustrated expression.
"Tony, what is wrong with you?" You demand. He averted his eyes from your hard gaze and looked towards the floor. You pushed his chin gently so he was looking into your eyes again. "You can tell me."
"But you're the problem!" He said exasperatingly. You looked at him; confusion and hurt bubbling in your stomach.
"W-What?" You asked. He rubs his hands over his face.
"It's just. Look, you're young and can do anything, I'm not and I just feel like you deserve someone the same age as you – not someone like me. You deserve someone who can keep up with you. I never understand what 'memes' you talk about. I don't even know what Tumblr is! You would be better with someone else. " He admitted. His eyes were swimming with tears as were yours.
You slowly wrapped your arms around his waist and leaned your head on his chest. He enveloped you in his arms and pushed his head into your hair. You could feel his tears falling as your own cheeks were wet.
You two stood for a moment, crying a little in each other's arms, before you pulled away, your arms still on his torso. You brushed your hand across his face and he leaned into your touch.
"I want to be with you." You said softly, your voice cracking. He didn't answer and just pressed his lips to yours. You pushed yourself up on your tiptoes and placed your hands on his shoulders. He held your hips and squeezed the flesh gently. He pulled away from your lips with a last small kiss.
"I'm sorry." He said in a hushed tone. You shook your head, smiling slightly.
"I love you Tony." You said sniffing. He kissed your forehead tenderly.
"I love you too, (Y/N)."
"But seriously...what is Tumblr?"
"...You don't want to know."
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*shows him Tumblr*
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