Marvel Imagines and One-shots (Requests Closed)

My Girl - Iron Man/Tony Stark

It had been a long night. You sat on your stool at the bar, tapping the toes of your shoes against the surface in front of you as you downed another shot. A pleasant numbness seeped through you and you smiled, knowing you were going to need it to get through the rest of the party.

Your friend, Tony Stark, had insisted on your presence this evening though you didn't know why. He'd greeted you when you arrived and you hadn't seen him since. This was typical of his parties and was why you made it a habit to rarely come. Earlier you'd kept yourself occupied by talking to Dr. Banner but he'd left long ago. Lucky bastard.

A presence came up behind you, hovering far too close for your liking but you did your best to ignore it. "Hey, sweetheart. Can I get you a drink?"

You didn't turn to look at him. "It's an open bar. Pretty sure I can get my own."

A large moist hand landed on the part of your back that was exposed by the cut of your dress. You clenched your teeth together and twisted your head to the side as you tried to rein in your temper. "Please don't touch me."

"Why are you pretty gals always such bitches?" His hand slid down to your ass and he moved half a step closer.

You turned your head to take in his sneer. With one deft movement, you grabbed his arm and twisted it while driving your other hand into his face. He didn't even have time to make a sound before he was on the floor. You turned back to the bartender and motioned for another drink. The man pulled himself to his feet and stumbled off through the crowd.

After a few minutes, another presence came to stand beside you but this one was familiar, warm.

"Hello, (y/n)."

"Hello, Tony."

"So the oddest thing just happened. The deputy mayor just hurried out of here with blood pouring from his nose. I don't suppose you know anything about what might have caused that?"

You smirked but didn't look at your friend. "He's an idiot?"

"Last I checked that didn't cause spontaneous bleeding." He motioned the bartender for a drink.

Shrugging your shoulders, you turned to face him. "Don't know what you want me to tell you, Tony."

He shook his head and lifted his glass to you in a toast. "Well, I'm sorry you had to deal with him but I'm fairly certain half the females in the room are eternally grateful to you for doing so."

"If you know he's handsy why didn't you deal with it?"

Tony's gaze sharpened. "What do you mean by handsy?"

You arched a brow at his tone. Surely, this wasn't news to him. "Well, first he touched my back with his sweaty palm. When I complained, he moved south to my ass."

He slammed his glass down on the bar. "I'll kill him."

You put a hand on his arm to stop him as he started to storm off. "Calm down, Iron Man. I think he got the point already."

His furious scowl turned on you. "No one touches my girl but me."

"Your girl? Since when?"

He ducked his head and his cheeks flushed. After a moment his eyes darted up to meet yours. "Since always, (y/n). Don't tell me you haven't noticed how I am around you."

A thrill went through you at his declaration. You'd had a crush on him since the day you met him, but you were still confused. "Notice what? That you invite me to parties and ignore me all evening? Yeah, I noticed that."

He stepped closer and pressed his forehead against yours. "Actually I was referring to the fact that I haven't brought another woman home in months. That I don't even look at anyone else when you're around. You're it for me."

You sucked in a breath as butterflies fluttered around in your belly. Tony Stark liked you. Things were certainly starting to look up. Before you could think too much about it, you pressed your lips to his. The kiss started gently at first as you found your rhythm but quickly progressed into something much hungrier, needier.

Finally, you broke away and looked at Tony with wide eyes while you caught your breath.

His eyes stayed locked on yours. "All right. Party's over. Everyone out," he yelled.

He left Pepper to make sure everyone left as hetook your hand and led you down the hall to his bedroom. It was late the nextday before either of you emerged.