Marvel One-Shots

Tony Stark - Nightlight

(just over 2000 words - kinda long w/ not specific holiday cheer)

After living in the Avengers' bunker space for quite sometime, life's been a little weird. From them dashing out with no warning, or just getting through mealtimes, it's quite the hassle. Especially if you're just the trainee. If they were going on a stealth mission or something small-scale, you'd have a 47.4% chance of coming along (FRIDAY helped you calculate the percentage). Holidays - those were the absolute worst time of the year. Presents on Christmas consisted of more weapons or simple tech that everyone could share; last Christmas, you got everyone good - albeit cheap - gifts. You received a pair of shoes that never fit, which Sir in your closet as a Grimm reminder.

Every other day than the holidays was typical. Most days, you'd have the shooting range, physical fitness, and/or fighting styles with FRIDAY and Stark's bots. Before lunch, you'd train with one of the avengers (more often than not, it was Vision) to fully harness your abilities. Ever since you were born, you had the gift of bending lightwaves how you please. Burning things, making things invisible, the light-bending business - the only thing you had trouble with was harnessing a beam of light.

"You've excelled at your physical training quite excellently, Mr./Ms./Mx. (l/n)," FRIDAY spoke over your com in the training deck. "Shall we move on to the shooting range next?"

You breathed heavily, drenched in sweat, and said, "Thank you, FRIDAY, but I think I'll move to my ability training now."

There was a brief pause when you downed a fourth of your water. "Are you sure, Mr./Ms./Mx. (l/n)?" FRIDAY said.

"Yes," I spoke absently. "Yeah- yes I'm sure. Holiday spirit, why not. Um... is Vision available, currently? FRIDAY?" you said, tapping your com while still in a tired haze.

"I believe Vision is spending time with Ms. Maximoff," FRIDAY said.

"Tch, 'course he is," you scoffed. "What about... Banner? Widow, Rogers, Clint?" You called out each name separately.

"All busy, I'm afraid," the AI spoke.

You sighed dejectedly. "Who's left? Actually, no. Just send in whoever's left."

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"Oh you've got to be kidding me," you spoke under your breath.

Waltzing into the training deck came the one, the only, the biggest nuisance you could have ever thought of, a certain Tony Stark. Clad in typical training gear that wasn't his suit for once, he walked over to you in pride. Clapping his hands and rubbing them together, he said, "So, what shall we do today, nightlight?"

"Ohhhh no, no no no no no," you repeated, gathering your things. "The last time you trained me, I almost created a black hole and destroyed the known universe. Not happening!"

"Cmon, nightlight, it was just the one time," he speed-walked over to you. As you were putting stuff into your bag, he kept taking them back out. Eventually he just grabbed your wrists and sighed. "Okay - what if I promise not to try and force you to harness a black hole again as your pre-Christmas gift, will we be alright? (Y/n)?"

Tony gave off a weird vibe, and there was something in his eyes that you could almost pinpoint what it was. Key word almost, you didn't quite know that you knew that look. Raised brows, puppy eyes, the smallest of pouts. He even said your name, and he never says your name.

Rolling your eyes, you sighed and said, "Fine, okay. You can train me." Tony gave a mini fist pump and you continued. "BUT no harnessing any balls of light or anything, okay?"