And Then I Wrote Marvel

Reversal of Roles (Part 1: Tony Stark x Reader)

"Iron Man," you fumed. "Just because the suit doesn't have curves doesn't mean that the person inside it is a guy."

"(Y/N), you're overthinking this. Does it matter that they think you're a guy?" Pepper, your PA, reasoned, taking the remote from your hands and turning off the television. "It just means that they won't think it's you."

You snorted. "They'll be so busy looking for a guy smart enough to make the suit that they won't realize that local genius (Y/N) (L/N) is behind the whole thing. Serves the sexist jerks right."

"(Y/N), really?"

"Pepper, really?" you copied. "Besides, Iron Woman sounds terrible. And it's not even iron! It's a gold-titanium alloy."

"And they're supposed to know that...how?" she questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"Gold-Titanium Alloy Woman sounds stupid, too," you complained.

"What a conundrum you are stuck in," she mocked you.

"Hey! I got it! They can call me Female!" you grinned.

"How did you jump to that?"

"Fe is the notation for iron on the periodic table, and male means man. They're still technically calling me Iron Man, but they're acknowledging the fact that I'm a girl, too."

Pepper put her face in her hands. "Sometimes I wonder if all of that genius was wasted on you, (Y/N)."
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"You want it? Fine! The truth is--" you took a breath, tearing your note cards in half twice and tossing them in the air like confetti-- "I am Iron Man, but you should probably start thinking of a new name," you announced at the press conference. You had accidentally revealed yourself, and were done with trying to cover. "I will not be taking any questions until approximately 'in your dreams.' Thank you, and leave me alone." You stormed away from the conference barefoot, not-so-accidentally leaving your pumps behind.

Thankfully, most of the reporters were too shocked to shout at you, but there were a few annoyingly persistent buggers that began yelling at the top of their lungs to be heard and answered. You sighed. "Some people just can't take a hint."

Pepper met you at the doors, and helped to ward the demons away from you. "Hey, you'd better be taking questions from me," she said, then told a few more reporters to go away. The two of you began to walk back to your car.

"Depends on the question," you replied.

"How about 'why would you just reveal yourself like that?' Or 'do you realize how stupid that was?'" she offered.

"I did it because I had already dug myself into a hole, and there was no getting out of it. About the second one, you always do say that all this genius was wasted on me."

"(Y/N), I was never serious about that! Now, I kind of am, but I never expected you to do that. Your thing is talking your way out of impossible situations. Why wouldn't you do that now?" she pressed.

"They were going to find out sooner or later," you said. "It might as well have been from me that they heard it." The overwhelming buzz of the crowd of reporters were really getting on your nerves now, and you make another spur-of-the moment decision that you were probably going to regret later. "Hey, would you all shut up?!" you projected your voice over the crowd.

A few of them did as you asked, while others were under the impression that 'you all' didn't apply to them, and kept shouting. After the obedient reporters realized that you weren't doing anything, they picked right back up with thee shouting.

"Pepper, please stop me before I do something stupid," you pleaded. You began to make your way back through the reporters, back into the building, and back up to the pulpit.