Multifandom Oneshots

Tony Stark x Reader

"Tony? What're you doing, babe?" You ask, walking into his shop.
Tony rolls out from under one of his fancy cars. "Just tinkering. You all right?"
"I'm fine. Just wondering where you were."
"Need something?" He asks.
You shake your head and turn to leave.
"Wait! It's important!" He says vehemently from the ground.
"Yeah?" You turn around.
"Will you hand me the socket wrench? It's on that table." He points.
You pick up a metal thingy from the table and hold it up to show him. "This one?"
"No."
"This one?"
"No."
"This one?"
"No."
"This one?"
"No."
"This one?"
"Never mind. I'll just--"
"I'm just kidding. I grew up on a farm, remember?" You smile and hand him the socket wrench.
"Right." He smiles and rolls back under the car.
You leave to return a few minutes later, clad in shorts, a tank top and a jacket. You tie your hair up in a ponytail as the elevator opens. He rolls out from under the car when he hears you come in. "What's--" He begins, but cuts off. "What are you doing?" He clears his throat.
"I'm gonna work with you. If that's okay." You smile.
"Yes. That's fine. Yes." He coughs and rolls back under the car, whispering something to himself that sounded a little something like "Hot damn."
You wriggle under the car beside him. "All right. What're we doing?"
He looks over at you. "We are..." He looks back up at the car. "We are... I don't remember. Wanna go have sex instead?" He looks back at you with an award-winning smile.
"What? Don't trust me to work on your precious baby?"
"No. I just really want to have sex." He grins. "But on the contrary. You're my precious baby whom I would entrust to nobody."
"Tony."
"Yeah?"
"Car."
"What?"
"Car."
"Oh. Yeah. Right." He looks back up at the car. "What am I doing?" He whispers to himself, his eyes roaming the car. "Right. We're fixing the brakes." He says after a moment.
"The brakes were messed up?"
"They weren't. But then I messed with them. Now they're broken."
You scoot over to inspect. "Tony?"
"Yeah?"
"The brakes look just fine."
"They do?" He looked up. "They do. Would you look at that. They're fixed. Sex now?"
"Have you just been down here staring at this car all morning?"
"No. I was working."
"Then why can't you even tell me what you were doing?"
"Because I can't focus with you here."
"Want me to leave?" You laugh.
"Not in the slightest. You know what I've never done?"
"What?"
"Had sex under a car."
"Really? I have." You shrug and crawl out. "I'll go make lunch."
"Wait! You what?" He calls after you.
When Tony comes up for lunch, he's sucking his finger.
"What's wrong?" You ask, giving him a strange look.
"I cut it."
"How'd you do that?"
"Cutting the brakes." He said pitifully, holding it out for you to look at the small scrape on his finger.
You mime kissing it. "There you go. All better. Wash your hands."
"Hey, Tony?" You ask over lunch. "Want me to help with the brakes now? You know, since they're actually broken now."
"Is that code for sex?" He whispers, like there were other people there.
"No. I meant fix the brakes." You mock whisper back.
"You're a tease, Y/L/N." He shakes his head and clicks his tongue in disapproval. "So." He says like a child asking for a story. "Tell me about the sex under the car."
Your eyes widen and you shake your head vehemently. Nope.