Marvel Boyfriend Scenarios

Tony Stark (Iron Man)

Glaring red lights are accompanying the small box's screams forcing me to wake up, my fingers slowly fumble around the smooth wooden surface until they find the attacker and viciously smack the snooze button. (E/C) eyes wearily open, still sealed shut from sleep, and I sit up rubbing them; it was a late night of studying last night as there's a test today. Loud thuds let me know that the other eight residents in our shared University dorm are beginning to wake up and a quick glance at the alarm confirms my suspicions: its 7:30am; everyone needs to be up early as today is the engineering students' big day - its the final written and practical exams. This is a huge thing as the examiner is yet to be announced for the practical but I know they're very well adept in mechanics and I don't want to screw up if it turns out to be someone famous, therefore I groggily rise to my feet and stretch various aching limbs. I ungracefully shove my feet into soft (F/C) slippers and shuffle out of my room into the shared kitchen, unceremoniously collapsing into the first chair in sight at the kitchen table. There is a ritual in this dorm due to the faulty coffee machine, because of the nature of our studies everyone requires a constant flow of coffee. The catch is the machine consistently produces every 32nd cup 30 degrees hotter than normal, whoever gets the scorching cup has to do the chores until the next cup is drawn - these chores include breakfast. My best friend (F/B/F) drew the cursed cup yesterday night and so she is on cooking duty this morning but boy am I glad because she's practically the next Jamie Oliver. Heavenly scented clouds of Full English Breakfast float through the air and I sigh in delight, I'm only rudely broken out of my trance by (M/B/F) slapping his hands on my shoulders and leaning his chin atop my horrendously messy (H/C) mop.
"It smells great, as usual." he states and takes a deep breath before sighing and taking the seat next to me, shortly after the others pile in and a nervoucited chittering about the practical exam befalls us; no one is worried about the written one as we're all confident that we'll smash it. (F/B/F) sashays in with her arms holding two plates a piece and slides them in front of everyone making three trips in total, she finally sits down and the chitter resumes.

Once the food had been demolished and the plates rammed in the washer, everyone began to run around like headless chickens preparing for the day ahead. I scramble into one of the three showers before the others could nab it and go through my showering routine. Once out I blow dry my hair and, with a towel wrapped around my body, choose an outfit for the day. It isn't much as the practical will most likely result in a lot of mess and I'm not prepared to ruin some of my more expensive clothes. Its just a light grey t-shirt with a baggy beige shirt over the top, the upper two buttons undone; this shirt is covered in unwashable oil stains - as well as stains of god knows what else - and the bottom hemming is black with stains as I often used it as a rag. Accompanying this is baggy faded jeans; they have seen me through years of school work and car servicing at the garage (my part time job). Tugging on my black trainers I scoop up my (F/C) rucksack and nearly fall ass over tits down the stairs but I'm caught just in time by a sturdy stranger, I blush and splutter a thanks but don't get to see his face as he is pretty tall - all I can see is his smirk residing in clean cut facial hair and the bright blue circle on his shirt. Thinking nothing of it I run towards the building in the distance with only 15 minutes left to get there. Various greetings fall upon deaf ears as I hurry into the examination building - everyone else from my dorm is already seated and (M/B/F) rolls his eyes at me playfully. Asshole. I throw my bag into a random room that is being used to keep a hold of personal items and make my way to my predefined seat.

*time-skip to the practical*

"Can all participants please put down your equipment, administrators will come around to collect your papers. Until then please remain in silence." I place my head in my hands and caress my temples; it takes the edge off the nerves for the practical. Once all papers have been brought to the back Mrs Grenwald continues: "Now you will have all been wandering who your examiner is for the next part of your exam: he is an industrialist, genius inventor. He was once a chief weapons manufacturer for the U.S. military, and has now gone onto the creation of powered exoskeleton suits of armor which he uses to defend against those that would threaten peace around the world. This man, as many of you will have already figured out, is Tony Stark." screaming erupts in the room as the man himself, Tony freaking Stark descends into the room in the Iron Man suit - specifically Mark 7, I may or may not intensely study his work and hope to one day see the Stark laboratory up close and personal. Plus I have a massive crush on him as he's only two years older than me and hot as hell, I mean who doesn't love a playboy rich guy? The golden plated suit opens up to reveal all five foot eight and a half inches of genius, he runs his fingers through his tousled dark chocolate locks. He steps forward and that's when it clicked: the man I ran into at the dorms was Tony Stark. I wanted to curl up in a ball and disappear when his eyes flicked to me and he smirked with recognition, he throws up a peace sign and begins a speech.

"Hey guys, I hope you've all been working hard. Bet you didn't expect this coming huh? Well at least you get the treat of witnessing this beauty," he gestures to himself earning a few chuckles and a wolf whistle . . . from (F/B/F), "Why thank you young lady, anyway, now you have to endure four hours of tinkering with some of my tech. I set everything up so I know exactly how long it should take, also it means I don't have to deal with it." The muscles in his arms tense as he rubs the back of his neck and grins, he's wearing a white long-sleeved shirt rolled up just above his elbows and atop that a black t-shirt with the arc reactor glowing proudly in his chest. I gaze longingly at him, wondering if I'll ever have a chance with him and during this I didn't notice he had begun to  explain the practical. "I know I'm great but I think you need to pay attention at the back there my dear, you'll start drooling soon," my cheeks burn almost as bright as his arc reactor but (F/B/F) gave me that look of 'you lucky shit, you got the Tony Stark to call you 'my dear'!!!' and she death glared me. "So you need to assemble this thing and repair that, then you'll be done." he finishes pointing to various items, obviously they're all of fantastic quality due to them being Stark creations and I can tell that the pass grade will be incredibly hard to attain. No matter what I am determined to impress him and will do everything in my power to pass.
"You may begin." Mrs Grenwald snaps and the clacks and clinks of tools on metal echo around the room, suddenly the awkward silence is broken by ACDC's Back In Black blaring from the announcement speakers. I look up from my work to spot Stark playing an air guitar at the front of the hall, I giggle before returning to the task at hand.

The brunette, after getting a smack on the head by Mrs Grenwald and a scolding, is meandering around the desks and nodding thoughtfully at different students. Then I lose sight of him in my peripheral but get the creeping feeling that someone is watching me, I guess he's watching me now, great. The booming Aerosmith (specifically Cryin') makes it slightly easier to tune out and try to ignore his presence, then the whoosh of air alerts me to the fact that he is strolling away.

*time-skip to the end*

"Congrats guys, you've all finished your exams . . . forever!" Tony exclaims causing everyone to cheer, "Unless you failed that is." he adds behind his hand earning a few grumbles. He does a closing speech before hopping back into the suit and flying away. Now I have to wait three months for the grades off him, maybe I'll see him again too . . . yay!

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