(You guys liked Tony for a lot of the prompts, so...)
Working late nights was always tiring. You tried putting in more work during the day, but there were always things left undone. There were files to check and recheck, there were mission preps to organize, there were new unidentified objects sent in from Shield. In essence, work was never done. And that was why you found yourself, yet again, working late in your office at the Avengers facility.
Tony was working on a new line of suits in his wing, and his constant racket was edging itself into your strain of focus. After a particular unnervingly loud crash, you angrily threw down your file and marched up to his door.
You banged your fist against the door several times. "Could you keep it down in there?" You shouted.
The loud buzzing stopped. The door opened and a sweaty, grease-covered, smirking Tony stepped out.
"Sorry, Cupcake. I specifically emailed all the members that I would be here late tonight so that no alarms would go off, or any," he eyed you up and down."personnel would come check up on me."
You raised an eyebrow.
"Well, I didn't receive an email."
"Oh, I meant actual members."
Your jaw dropped. "What's that supposed to mean?"
He had the audacity to pat your head with a little, "Nothing you need to worry your little mind about."
Then, he closed the door in your face.
"Hey, you-" You were cut off by the loud hum of a buzzsaw.
The nerve-
You would not be treated that way. You'd had enough. His constant nicknames, teasing, demeaning comments- you couldn't take it anymore.
Out of anger, you didn't even consider knocking.
With one kick, the wooden door was flat on the ground.
The look on his face was worth a thousand words.
"What the he-"
"I will not be treated like some little kid to be kicked around! I was specifically picked by numerous agents and both Director Fury and Director Coulson to be a part of the top level of Shield! I'm a legitimate member and I am not taking any more crap from anyone! Especially you!"
You were heaving, anger flooding from your being.
Of all the things you were expecting, Anthony Stark did none of them.
"I'm sorry."
You were shocked, to say the least.
"Excuse me?"
"I'm sorry. I was being very stupid and immature." He was staring at the ground and you couldn't believe what was happening.
"Truth is, I've kinda liked you for a while. I mean, you're hot, for one."
Oh, thanks, Tony...
"But, like you said, you've been chosen as one of the most trusted agents, even when Shield fell, and I couldn't help but resent you."
Your eyebrows furrowed.
"I'm very confused. You like me, but you resent me."
"I know. It just seemed better to hate you, or at least make you hate me."
"I don't hate you."
He chuckled.
"Well, I don't hate you either."
Before you knew it, his lips were on yours. Adrenaline rushed through you before a laugh bubbled up your throat.
He began to laugh too, albeit nervously.
"Well, that was great, but now I have to get back to work or else I won't get anything done."
You were frozen to the spot, not knowing how to respond.
"Then, I guess I better go-"
"Don't-"
You turned back to him with a skeptical eye.
"I mean-" he smiled. "You don't have to leave. You could stay and talk, I guess."
So you found yourself joking and laughing with Tony Stark, of all people.
"Can you please stop distracting me?"
"I'm not doing anything!"
"Exactly."
He winked at you and you found yourself blushing.
After the clock signaled it was three in the morning, he walked you to your room.
"I just want to, ah, apologize for my whole existence before tonight-"
You kissed him on the cheek and then patted his head with a smile.
"Nothing you need to worry your little mind about."
You then shut your door and rolled into your covers.
It was a long night, but you found yourself more awake than ever.
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A/N: Hello! I am so sorry for how long it took me to write this. I can't seem to sit myself down and focus on writing with everything that's going on. I will try to get more done, but I can't make any promises. I love you all!
So long, my beauts!
~Sports_books_1816
