AVENGERS IMAGINES & MORE | m.m.

os: im sorry (tony)

When you say, you hated when Tony sprung things on you last minute, you not only hated it, you wanted to personally walk Tony straight to the gates of hell and leave him there when he did.

So when he arrived home early that morning from a mission with plans of a celebratory party, you were absolutely livid.

"So you want me, to throw you and your little avenger friends a nice little party?"

Your tone is border lining hostile and Tony can sense it.

"Yeah that's what I said," he says and walks past you quickly.

"Yeah well, I say no way in hell. I would have roughly 5-6 hours to do it all after I wake up from my nap because I can't even think about even breathing because you had me up worried sick the entire fucking night, and if you think that warrants a party, do it your damn self!"

You realize you're much closer to him than you intended to be so he takes advantage of it, placing his hands low on your waist.

"Mhmm? Tell me what else I'm going to have to do my damn self," he says mimicking your tone and leaning in to press his lips to your neck.

"Did you even listen to half of what I had to say?" You ask truly defeated as he pulls you closer with one arm around your waist and a hand on your ass cheek.

"Sure honey,"

"Tonyyy," you pout and fight him off.

He takes his time letting go and pouts when he finally has to.

"What babe? I told you the guys and Widow are coming over for a little party," He argues, clearly getting frustrated.

"The guys and widow? It's never just 'the guys and widow'" you start.

The tables have turned and you're mimicking his tone now.

"And even if it was, that's still like 7 or eight more mouths to find food for! More like nine if you count the absurd number of super soldiers in the crew,"

"There's like two," Tony claps back snarky.

"Yeah and then there's Thor who's a fucking god-,"

"Doesn't he eat immortal food?"

"You're an iron dude and you don't eat iron,"

"As a matter of fact I do. I take iron vitamins daily,"

You simply roll your eyes at his smart aleck response and try to circle back to your point but decide to drop the argument because it's honestly not worth your time considering you weren't changing your mind this time.

"Go to hell Stark," you say flipping him off and confidently strutting toward your bedroom.

Making sure to catch his eye, you let your satin robe drape off your shoulders to be sure he knew you weren't wearing a shirt underneath it. You arrive at the door and feel his breath lightly on your shoulder but step inside and attempt to close the door in his face but he holds it open with a smug smirk.

"Yeah, no sex until you cancel the party," you affirm before shutting the door.

Your words had startled him thus allowing a moment of weakness for you to close the door fully.

He bangs on the door for a good ten minutes before sounding defeated and pouting, essentially scratching the door like a sad kitten at the door for another ten minutes. He finally gave up when he realized you weren't backing down and left the doorway with a sigh. You of course were spread nice and comfortably on the bed. After an hour or two, you decide to check on him but when you come out into the living room, you discover he's gone.

"Fuck," you curse.

You begin searching in places you might accidentally forget he'd be and when those spots are empty, you let out one big grunt.

"I leave him alone for like two seconds,"

You plop on the couch and fold your arms across your chest, tapping your toe to a rhythm that isn't there and figuring out where the fucker might be. Just then, the elevator sounds and your first to the doorway to scold him. Only to see the love of your life standing there with flowers from your favorite florist and a bottle of tequila. You're at a loss for words so he takes control and walks up closer toward you to, taking calm and confident strides.

"I'm sorry that I spring things on you last minute," he apologizes in a cute voice as he extends the flowers to you.

You sink your nose in the beautiful bouquet of red roses and flash him a skeptical smirk but it all ends up melting into a smile.

"Thank you baby," you say before bringing him into a hug.

The two of you linger for a while until he pulls away so that one arm is still wrapped around your lower back and the other is displaying the tequila bottle which he knows in your opinion is even more beautiful than the roses.

"I thought you could pop open this bad boy tonight as well. I'm a stressful guy and you need to wind down," he winks.

"Why only me?" You smirk.

"Who else is gonna hold your hair when you puke it all up later?" He starts earning a loving grin from you.

"Besides, they might call us on mission if theirs any new intel we can get to on this new secret Hydra base,"

You honestly have no idea what he's talking about. You're too busy admiring the fresh fancy bottle of tequila he's holding out in front of you.

"Ahah," is all you day in response looking up and into his eyes.

You pause for a moment and in his eyes you see everything your grateful for and everything you've yet to experience, but know you'll be thankful for in the future. He's doing the same, you can tell by the glazed over look in his eye. The truth is, no matter how much Tony gets on your last nerve, he's all you've got and same for him. You know that in the end it's always going to be just him and you and while it was intimidating for you, you love that arrangement now. You and Tony against the world.

That doesn't sound bad at all.

"Wanna take this party we got here to naked-town?" Tony smirks and pulls you in again with the arm he'd let go of to show off the tequila earlier.

You giggle at his forwardness however the idea didn't sound to bad. Tempting as it would be to jump his bones, you decide to have a little fun with his desperation for your sex. Your free hand glides up his chest only for you to push him off, eyes fluttering from his lips to his mouth teasingly. You strut over to the counter from your stance near the door and lay your flowers down, and you would have walked back toward Tony but he was already at your heels. So when you turn around, his hands hold the counter on either side and he smashes his lips to yours out of desperation. His kiss leaves you breathless. He brings a hand to rub the side of your hip, the other snaking around your lower back and holding you close to him. The kiss ends at some point and you both pull away slowly, an overwhelmed grin spreading across your lips. A grin begins forming on his as well and the two of you stand there in bliss until suddenly, he leans down and sweeps you up bridal style.

"Goddammit I love you," he says sensually but you know he means it.

You just giggle as he's nuzzling his face into yours lovingly. With your arms wrapped around his neck, and your heartbeat close to his the phantom heart the two of you'd created in your mind in place of his arc reactor one day after sex. You could stay just like this forever.

And you will.