Avenger Imagines

50 bucks - Tony Stark x Reader

"Alright, so I have almost everything... okay besides my dignity." Pushing your hair back, you held the blanket close to your body, you recounted the pieces of clothes. "My bra... fuck where did I put it?" You dropped to your knees and began looking under the bed.

So maybe getting drunk with your really attractive and suave boss wasn't the best idea, especially when it lead to activities that weren't exactly Captain America approved. But it wasn't all your fault, Natasha kept the drinks coming and Sam distracted anyone who might have pulled either of you away.

"Oh yeah Y/n, I don't see Natasha or Sam up here looking for you bra." You grumbled, coming out from under the bed and silently entering the bathroom to dress. "No bra, no problem?" You zipped up you sweater and gave yourself a thumbs up.

After all, it was only one bra.

"Wear that bra that is like super sexy but like super comfortable." Your best friend said through the phone, you snapped your fingers and went to the drawer.

"My baby!" You pulled it out and threw it next to your outfit.

"Oh fuck me." You groaned, stepping away from the room's door and scouting for the bra again. "Fuck you, B/F/N, and your good ass advice." Trying to remember yesterday's steps with Tony, you retraced the steps from the bathroom to the bed, back to the wall, the chair and the bed again. Huffing, you folded your arms and dropped to the floor, looking angrily at everything. Your eye was caught by a black, sparkly bra that hid underneath Tony's pants. "Thank the Gods!" Snatching it up, you hugging it and smiling happily - that was until you realized that the bra had been torn, the side material had been ripped enough to fit three fingers.

"Oh come on!" You yelled, throwing your head back. "This shit was expensive! Tony!" Grabbing the nearest pillow, you slammed on Tony's head and back repeatedly.

"Woah, woah, what's going on, stop hitting me, JARVI-" Tony sleepy voice called out, you flipped him over to face you. "Oh, hey beautiful, you know I've never been woken up like that before." Tony looked at you through half closed eyelids, and a sleepy smile, making you stop moving for a second.

"You broke it!" You whined, Tony's eyes widen in concern, already pulling the blanket off to check if everything was in place. "Not that! I mean my bra!"

"Oh thank God." Tony laid back down in relief, only to have a pillow smash back into his face. "Hey!"

"Dude, this cost me fifty bucks." You shoved it into his face, Tony sat up. "50!"

"Hey, hey, hey." Tony yawned. "You weren't complaining last night." Your face turned red, clutching the pillow. "Plus you are very lucky that's the only thing that came out ripped." Tony smiled his million dollar smile, causing you to huff again.

"You're insufferable." You threw the bra at Tony, rolled off the bed and walked towards the door.

"Where are you going?!" Tony asked, quickly getting up and wrapping the blanket to his waist at the same time.

You rolled your eyes and opened the door. "Mourning my loss. Keep the bra, it's useless now." You walked out, rushing to the elevator, hoping that no one will see you.

Tony poked his head out. "Don't go, come on." He pouted as you got on the elevator, sad that you had left him alone. "Aw Y/n, don't be like that! Come on!"

The little that was left of the morning was spent pouting about the bra, and angrily texting b/f/n about what her advice had done to you. Of course, it was impossible to avoid Tony in his own tower, where he quickly found you making lunch.

"There you are," Tony sighed with relief, he looked as if he rushed through getting dressed before scouting for you. You blushed, remembering the events from the previous night. "I bought you a few bras which was very confusing to do online bu-"

"You what?!" You dropped what was in your hands and went up to him. "You didn't have to, they are expensi-"

Tony looked at you confused. "I'm almost disgustingly rich."

"I don't want you to use your money on me." You explained, before turning around to face the fridge. "Plus, I don't think I have to worry about any more broken bras seeing as this is the first and last time doing this."

Tony kept his confused look, trying to understand. "Talking?"

"No, sex." You explained, scanning the fridge with nothing in mind. "Don't get me wrong, it was amazing -"

"I think there's a better adjective to use than that."

You smiled, but it quickly fell. "Not only does it violate your contract with me, but I can't do random hook ups." Especially with Tony, you already had feelings bloom for him months ago, you couldn't afford heartbreak.

Tony grabbed your arm, turning you to face him. "I-I'll change the contract, I don't even think it says that, Natasha just tells everyone that." He replied, his eyes were desperate as he searched your face for you reaction. "N-Not becomes of me, its so they don't try something I swear, right JARVIS?

"Whatever you say, sir."

Tony angrily looked up. "J, you're on thin ice."

You pulled away from his grip, heat climbing up your face. "Tony, I appreciate it, but even if you change the contract..." You dropped your eyes to the floor. "I can't do friends with benefits when I want more."

Tony stilled, and you internally face palmed. Of course he doesn't feel the same -

"I think this is the part where you tell her you feel the same way, sir." JARVIS commented.

Tony looked at the ceiling again. "JA-"

"Shall we start with when you cross reference both of your schedules to maximize interaction," he asked, almost mockingly. "It's up to you, of course, sir."

You focused on Tony, who matched your shade of red. "JARVIS, you are so deprogrammed."

"Of course, sir."

Tony sighed, dragging a hand down his face before nervously chuckling. "Not ideally how I planned this going but it works?"

"You like me?" You whispered, watching as Tony cooled down from his cherry red.

"A lot, more than I would like to admit to." He mumbled, before looking up to you excited. "Wait, this is perfect!" Eagerly walking towards you, he pulled you into a passionate kiss.

"T-Tony, what are you doin?" You yelped, slapping away his exploring hands as he scooped you up onto a counter. "We are not doing this in the kitchen."

Tony was already planting kisses down your neck, taking a quick breather to reply. "Do you want the hanger bay instead? Cap's room works too, but Bruce's is off limits." He returned to his assault before pausing. "Obvious reasons."