The Avengers Imagines

Iron Man(Requested)

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You sighed as you stacked the cans of soup onto the shelf. Your shift at the shop ended soon but your boss hasn't turned up from his break yet, so it probably means you'll be working late again. You finished stacking the cans and pushed the trolley along the aisle, the wheel was dodgy so you had to be careful.

You wheeled it around the corner, not seeing the man coming around the corner at a high speed. The trolley collided with the man and probably winded him, which resulted in him dropping all of his items and the trolley collapsing on his side. Wow he must have one hench stomach. 

'Sir I am so sorry, I didn't see you coming and oh god I am so so sorry' You gasped, frantically trying to pick up his food off of the floor. He sighed grumpily and disregarded your apology, leaning down to grab his stuff. You collided heads as you came up to put his items on the counter. 

'God, you can't do anything right can you' He barked. He was wearing sunglasses, along with a scruffy hoodie, some jeans and some grubby trainers. He had a scruffy brown beard to accompany the weird, slightly homeless look. 

'Theirs no need to be rude' You whispered, picking up the trolley and wheeling it behind the counter.

You started scanning his items, the awkwardness now lingering in the air. 

'That'll be £14.89 all together please, do you want a bag?' 

He raised his eyebrow, and took off his sunglasses. He looked familiar.

'Yes, please' He stated, just staring at you. 

You couldn't pinpoint where you recognized him from, and you tried to remember as you packed his shopping away. He paid his money, took the change and left with his bag without saying another word. Rude. 

You pushed your trolley out to the back of the shop and grabbed the sweeping brush, might as well start cleaning up, you thought. 

You headed back out to the shop and began to sweep the floor. You heard someone clear their throat in front of you. It was Mr. Rude guy. 

'Look I'm really sorry for being rude, and I want to make it up to you. When do you finish here? I'd like to take you to dinner. I'm Tony, Tony Stark' He held out his hand for you to shake.

That's who it is. Tony fucking Stark. Iron Man. 

You shakily took his hand and he giggled, he could tell you were nervous now.

'I'm (y/n), nice to meet you Mr Stark' 

'Please, call me Tony. The window says you close at 9, which is in 15 minutes. I'll wait outside for you then (y/n). It was really nice to meet you'