Tony Stark Imagines

Safety First/Requested

Requested by salvatorescoven

Warnings: Cursing

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You had begged Tony for days to build you your own suit.

"Come on, Tony!" You begged and he shook his head. You groaned in annoyance.

"Tony!" You said crossing your arms. He rolled his eyes and ignored your protests.

"How else am I supposed to defend myself Tony? I need armor to fight!" You said trying to reason with him. 

When he again ignored you, you grew more agitated.

"Fuck you, Tony. If you're not going to help me I'll do it myself." You growled.

Tony glared at you, his eyes darkening as he walked over you. He towered over your shorter figure.

"No." He growled and you glared back at him.

"Why not!" You yelled angrily and Tony just walked back towards his desk in anger.

You stormed out and walked into Wade. Wade looked you up and down, smirking.

"Wade." You greeted and he nodded.

"You look pissed." He commented making you sigh in annoyance.

"Tony won't make me my own armor." You said and he nodded understandingly.

"Maybe he has his reasons." Wade said and you just ignored the merc. You shrugged and walked into the living room.

Your facial expression changed from anger to confusion as you saw Clint and Steve staring at the TV.

The TV was off.

"You guys ok?" You asked and they turned around to face you. Clint pouted and crossed his arms.

"We May or May not have lost a bet to Bucky." They said and you stare at them in confusion. What kind of punishment was Bucky giving them?!

Tony walked into the living room. He wanted to apologize for his outburst. He was hiding the truth.

The real reason on why he didn't want you to have your own armor. When he went to speak to you, he was given the cold shoulder.

And everyone knew Tony didn't like getting the cold shoulder. He could deal with it for a few hours.

Then he'd miss you and try to get you to talk to him again. It was nighttime and he was trying to distract his thoughts by tinkering.

He tried to clear his mind, but all he could think of was you. He finally slammed his tool onto the desk and walked over to your room.

He slammed the door open and closed it once he was inside. You glared at him and he ignored your gaze.

He sat onto the corner of the bed.

"You wanna know why I won't make your suit?" He asked and you nodded sternly.

"Because I'm afraid." He said and your anger subsided.

"I'm afraid you'll get hurt in battle. I'm afraid they'll see you as a threat and attack you instead of me. I'm afraid you'll get killed out there. I can't let that happen. You're the best thing that's happened to me." He explained as his mind raced with thoughts.

You began to realize what Tony was saying and pecked his lips reassuringly. You cupped his cheek and gave him a small smile.

"I promise Tony. I won't get hurt." You said Tony sent you a nervous smile.

He nodded and buried his head into the crook in your neck.

"I love you." He said smiling against your neck.

"I love you, too."