Avenger Song One-Shots

•Before He Cheats•

Song-'Before He Cheats' by Carrie Underwood.

Tony X Reader

You had been dating a certain billionaire for awhile now and things were going great.
He was everything you wished for in a man, sure he had a few flaws but you easily overlooked them and saw them as being apart of him. Nobody was perfect. But what he was about to do? That was something you couldn't overlook.

Right now, he's probably slow dancing
With a bleached-blond tramp
And she's probably getting frisky
Right now, he's probably buying
Her some fruity little drink
'Cause she can't shoot whiskey

You were peacefully sprawled out on your bed in your room at the tower, a book in your hand as she escaped to another world.
Well, until the door was slammed open and Natasha came rushing in with a red face and a frantic aura about her.
She held what you assumed to be a mobile phone in her hand, and from her pure white knuckles, you could tell she was gripping the phone like it was her life line. Natasha had never agreed with your relationship with Tony, she had warned you of what he was known to do.

"Woah, Nat? What's wrong?" You inquired, swinging your legs over the side of the bed and placing your bookmarked book on the night stand as you promptly stood.

She just simply tossed you the phone. You swiftly caught it, pressing the home button and finding it to unlock instantly on the gallery with an image already open. The screen glared up at you and the image that greeted you was infuriating.
Your Boyfriend...kissing another woman in a bar.
You checked the background information of the photo, only to find that it was taken minutes prior to Natasha barging through the door.

Right now, he's probably up behind her
With a pool-stick
Showing her how to shoot a combo
And he don't know

"Grab what you need" The red head ordered, tossing you a set of keys that you were far too familiar with.
The keys to Starks most prized possession. His Audi.

A smirk graced your lips, you watched as the assassin left the room and you quickly changed. Skinny jeans, heeled boots, tank top, leather gloves and jacket. You pushed the phone into your pocket and quickly grasped the keys before meeting Tasha down in Tony's personal parking lot where all his cars were.

"Ready?" Widow smirked, holding out a wooden bat that you graciously took.

"Let's do this"

I dug my key into the side
Of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive

Nat had taken the keys from your, scraping the metal keys over the side of the car and ruining the precious paint job that would probably take thousands to repair.

Carved my name into his leather seats

You took the liberty of beautifully carving your name in his seats, your name standing out in big bold letter that made you proud.

I took a Louisville slugger to both head lights

You and Nat both grasped your bats, you took out the left and she took the right. Thrilled laughs leaving you both as the glass splayed onto the floor.

I slashed a hole in all four tires
Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats

Stark definitely wouldn't be seen about in his 'prized' car for awhile.
You both stepped back, admiring your handy work before Natasha handed you a piece of a paper with a few words on. The name of the club.

Right now, she's probably up singing some
White-trash version of Shania karaoke
Right now, she's probably saying "I'm drunk"
And he's a-thinking that he's gonna get lucky

Right now, he's probably
Dabbing on three dollars
Worth of that bathroom Polo
Oh, and he don't know

A smirk graced your lips, grasping the keys you left the tower and opted to walk down the street toward the bar as confidence surged through you. This, was payback.
You'r heeled boots clicked against the floor, and random citizens seemed to created a path for you. You were on a mission, and Karma was your Ally.

That I dug my key into the side
Of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive
Carved my name into his leather seats
I took a Louisville slugger to both head lights
I slashed a hole in all four tires
Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats

You stopped before the club, looking the building over before heading inside. The instant smell of alcohol and sweat as well as old pine attacked your nose, your E/C eyes scanning over the crowds of people dancing before they finally landed on the man you was searching for.
To the back of the club, he leaned against the wall, the bleach blonde tramp all over him as they swapped spit.
You had to focus on not gagging.

I might have saved a little trouble for the next girl
'Cause the next time that he cheats
Oh, you know it won't be on me!
No, not on me

You confidently walked over, the keys grasped tightly in your leather clad fists as the two finally noticed you. Stark was straight away going to bring up an excuse but he cut himself of when you simply dropped the keys into the glass of scotch that rested on the table to their side.

"Hope she was worth it"

'Cause I dug my key into the side
Of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive
Carved my name into his leather seats
I took a Louisville slugger to both head lights
I slashed a hole in all four tires
Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats

Oh, maybe next time he'll think before he cheats
Oh, before he cheats
Oh