Multifandom Oneshots

Tony Stark x Reader

You stand back stage at one of Tony's Stark Expos, watching him people please. He looks so happy out there that you'd believe it if you didn't know the truth. Tony knows you hate crowds, but he invites you, and you come regardless, only because he really wants you to, and promises he'll get you a secluded spot. You say no anyways, but you always end up showing.
The crowd loves him, as they always do.
He ends it and exits the stage to the opposite side of where you are, so you make your way over.
"What are you doing, Tony? Are you checking your vitals? What--"
"What? No." He turns around, sliding something into his pocket. "No. Just checking my email."
"Pull your phone out of your pocket, then."
"I don't need it now, though, so--"
"I have your phone in my bag, Tony. You left it at my house." You pull it out hold it out to him.
"Thank you." He reaches out and takes it from you.
You take the opportunity to reach in his pocket, earning some weird looks from passersby. You grab out the monitor and give Tony a look.
"Just checking my heart rate. You know these things screw me up."
"Do you wanna share the rest?"
"Nothing to share. Ready to get out of here?"
"Sure, Tony." You agree quietly.
He puts his arm around you and steers you out. "Don't worry, honey. Everything's fine."
"I worry about you, Tony."
"With good reason. I'm a wreck. But don't worry about my health." He kisses the side of your head as you exit the building.
You drive you both to his house, since he flew there in his suit. As soon as you get inside, Tony starts pulling at his tie and cuffs alternately. You watch him drink one of those disgusting smoothies without question. He gulps it down, and you raise you eyebrows.
"What? Best to take it fast."
"What is it?"
"Chlorophyll."
"Chlorophyll? Like plants?"
"Yep. Gotta do what you gotta do." He shrugs, grabbing a bottle of whiskey from a cabinet.
"Tony, you really shouldn't be drinking this much." You say from your spot on the counter as he drinks from the bottle.
"I need it to live, babe."
"I meant the liquor."
"Oh. Well. Same applies."
"No. No it doesn't."
"Whatever you say." He takes another swig.
"Fine. Get wasted. But I'm not taking care of you. I'm going home. Call Rhodey if you need someone, because I'm not coming back here until tomorrow." You say emotionlessly, and walk out.
You regret your decision as soon as you get in your car, but you leave anyways, pretending to yourself like you aren't crying. "If he dies, he dies. It isn't my fault he's so stubborn." You snap. When you pull up in your driveway, you sit in the car for quite a while, debating with yourself. You decide you'll just call him to reassure yourself.
"You've reached Tony Stark. I'm either busy or ignoring you. Leave a message and I might get back to you. We'll see." The voicemail said. It's the first time you've heard it.
With a sigh, you back out and go back to his house. You call Rhodey on the way.
"It's your turn." He says simply.
"Fine." You sigh.
You pull back in to Tony's and go in. You make your way to the kitchen, since that's where you last saw him. You make it there with minimal wrong turns, feeling like one of Skinner's rats, to see Tony at the table, his head on his arm. His phone's open in front of him, your number dialed. "Tony." You say, but he doesn't wake.
You move closer and shake him slightly. "Tony." You say, your heart hammering.
"Hm?" He mumbles, sitting up, almost knocking the glass that was still in his hand off the table, but you stop it. "Oh. Hey. I thought... I thought you weren't coming back... till tomorrow." He blinks hard, glancing around, disoriented.
"I felt bad leaving you." You admit, closing the bottle and going to put it away.
"I'm not done with that." He says, reaching out a hand to stop you.
"I think you are, Tony." You put it away. "You wanna go to your bed?"
"No." He shook his head, his gaze in your general direction, but not focusing.
"I think you should." You put your arm around him to prod him up.
He pulls you down onto his lap and brings your lips down to his. "Knew you'd be back. They always are." He smiles a bit.

You're still watching him when he wakes up the next morning.
"Damn." He says.
"Language." You remind him, holding out a glass of water and aspirin.
"Sorry." He cracks a smile and downs the pills.
You perch on the edge of his bed. "You're going to have to stop this, Tony. This can't keep going on."
"I can't keep going on."
"Yes you can, Tony." You say, your heart breaking.
"I can't."
"But you do."
"Because of you. You think I like drinking that crap? I don't. I do it for you."
"Well, I appreciate that. I'm glad I'm good for something." You smile.
"Have I mentioned that I love you?"
"Once or twice." You smile.
"Make that a third."