Imagines/oneshots Book 1

67. Tony Stark - somewhere between beautiful and tragic

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Evidently I have a thing for superhero relationship tragedies, oops.

Song: dead man's arms by Bishop briggs
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"DONT TOUCH ME!"

Tony's hands were outstretched towards me and shaking frantically.

"Baby come on."

I shook my head and let a tear slide down my cheek. I let out a loud exasperated breath.

"No, I don't want you near me anymore. You're to caught up in all of this."

I blinked out another few tears and could barely look at him trough my blurry eyes. My arms were pressed tightly to my sides, making the sequins from my Navy cocktail dress imprint into them. I shook my fist at my sides before turning and storming up the stairs. When I got into my room I slammed the door shut and locked it behind me. Sinking to the floor and letting all my emotions run free.

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I stepped down the stairs slowly, my heals clicking against each one as I made my way into the main foyer. I was met with the new sun, and all I could think was how much it would highlight the remnants of last night's crying fiasco. My dark makeup would be half streamed down my face by now, making me look more tired, which would be accurate to my feelings at the time. My dress was crinkly and riding up my thighs, the sequins making scrunching noises as I walked forward towards the kitchen.

When I hit the doorway I saw Tony standing at the counter. He had a mug of steaming coffee held losly in his hand, and was staring at the floor across the room. I didn't want to walk further, I wanted to disappear and never come back. More importantly I didn't want him to see me like this, an utter train wreck, something that he was at fault for. I ran my hand through my hair and decided to step forward some more. I sat at the island on a short bar stool and looked at his face. His blank Expression would suggest pain but with him it was always hard to tell.

"I would have guessed you'd'a skipped town by now."

He looked at me, and I could see now that he'd been crying just as much as I was.

"Last year, when we were in New York, I saw the most tragic sight..."

I looked down at the counter top.

"It was a trash can that read 'keep New York clean' and was overflowing with fresh flowers. I didn't understand how someone could throw something so beautiful away but I think I do now."

He stared at me, waiting for me to finish.

"Something can be beautiful but eventually you have to let go. Those flowers were probably dead, or at least on their way to death. They weren't needed anymore and could have even caused whoever had them pain. It's things like that, that remind us of why all things must come to an end."

I looked up at him only to see a tear slip down his cheek. He shook his head no and sniffed.

"Please. Y/n. Don't do this. Not to me."

"If not you then who? I think it's time we throw this away Tony. Youre kidding yourself, fame has always been part of you but i think now that people know youre iron man its gone to your head. and we both know we can't do this anymore."

He set the mug in the counter and made took a step to the side but he stopped when I stood up from the bar stool. He outstretched a hand.

"Please stay with me, we can fix this."

I pulled the bottom of my dress down a bit and crossed my arms over my chest.

"You know that's not true."

I looked at him, my eyes getting watery again. I just watched him though, he nodded his head slowly and closed his eyes. I let out a long breath and turned to leave. My back was to him now but I couldn't bring myself to walk away.

"If I changed would you come back to me?"

I closed my eyes tight and let a few tears fall when I did. I let out a short sob and dug my nails into my arm.

"I'll be by sometime this week to get all my stuff, I'll let you know when I'm coming over so you have a heads up."

I didn't even turn back to look at him, I just opened my eyes and walked out. I wasn't to far away from the kitchen when I heard the coffee mug smash against the tiled wall. I just breathed deeply and kept going. This was the right decision, even if he did change, some things just need to be ended. Even the most beautiful things, like our love, or a trashcan full of flowers.