100 Marvel One Shots✔️

The Secret >> Tony Stark X Reader

Title: The Secret

Paring: Tony Stark X Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, married couple cuteness

Spoilers: kinda? I'm very tired/tipsy at the moment. Watch Captain America: Civil War and it'll be fine. 

Requested By: anon on Tumblr

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The worst thing one person can do, is kill another person. You didn't do that. No, you most certainly did not do that, but inside yourself, you feel like you did. Holding this terrible secret inside of you feels like you've gone to all to trouble of plotting a murder, pulling it off, and are living with the trauma and regret of it all. But, instead, you have this tiny little secret, sitting quietly inside your throat. Unable to come out. Waiting to clog up your airways and force itself to either kill you or reveal itself.

You shake your head, splashing water upon your face. The ________ staring back at you in the mirror mocks you, looking at you with your eyes as if she knows more than you about something. She knows your secret, but closing your eyes, and turning the faucet off, you ignore your reflection, and exit the bathroom.

"Get it together, ________," you mutter to yourself, one fist closed, the other straightening your clothes. "It's just a secret."

But as soon as you walk out of the bedroom, you all but run into Happy Hogan. He doesn't look very cheerful today; his sunglasses are extra-dark, and his frown seems to have immigrated upon his thin lips. Behind him is the protégé of Tony Stark and fellow hero, an un-suited Spider-Man whose hair is a mess. The kid looks up from his Science Weekly magazine to smile and wave at you.

"Hi, ________, how's it going?" He asks, a smile taking over his face. "Happy's taking me to the Smithsonian, there's a collection of cool bugs there."

"Sounds fun," you smile, and say to Happy, "Have a great time out together."

Peter notices something about you, and asking, he wonders, "Are you okay, ________?"

You pause, a shock of fear coursing your veins. How had this child, who had less experience in the vigilante scene and no S.H.I.E.L.D. training, picked up a hint of what you're hiding? You want to say what's on your mind, but that tiny little secret holds you back. If Tony got a whiff of what you're hiding, then it was over.

"Yeah, sure am, Peter." You beam, ruffling his hair. You pat Happy's shoulder, and walking down the hall, you call out to them, "Enjoy the bugs!"

You make it by the training room, barely passing the open door without a scratch. Buried in the door frame is one of Hawkeye's arrows, and, standing at the opposing end of the room, is the hero himself. Except, wearing sweatpants and a Lord of The Rings tee, he is not Hawkeye today, but Clint. Even though he isn't in gear, and he probably didn't see you coming (he was a little hard of hearing these days, after the fiasco in Sokovia), it doesn't account for the fact that if you were a little to the left, you might have an arrow in your scapula.

You cross your arms, ready to tell him off in sign language, but there out of nowhere, Ant Man grows bigger before you. You're not too close with Scott Lang, no, but you know well of his doings and heroics after you vetted him to join the Avengers officially. He was a little goofy for your tastes, and a little too shy in flair. But you weren't looking for that right now; just a place to bury your head in the sand and wait out the burning secret in your chest to die off.