Tony Stark Imagines

Harsh Reality/Requested

Requested by Thanossexual

Warnings: Cursing, Slight Smut

#16: "I never meant to hurt you."

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"I'M FUCKED UP!" You yelled drunkily. You wrapped your arm around Tony's shoulders. You both sang sloppily. Sam and Bucky went on a mission with Steve, so they weren't there.

"FUCKED UP!" Tony repeated and giggled. You chuckled and sipped from the bottle you had in your hand.

You rested your head on Tony's shoulder and sighed.

"What?" He asked and faced you. You smiled sloppily and planted a kiss on his cheek.

"Thanks for getting drunk with me Tony." You said. Tony gave you a sloppy grin and nodded.

"Your welcome." He said and kissed your cheek. You giggled in response and kissed the corner of his lips.

"ROMANOFF!" You yelled and Nat ran into the room.

"Yes?" She asked.

"GET ME MORE ALCOHOL!" You declared and Nat shook her head. She went into her room and slept for the night, instead

So it was just you and Tony, singing the Mickey Mouse Theme Song together in drunk bliss.

You and Tony finally finished the song and burst out laughing. You both land on the floor clutching your stomachs.

"I love you, Y/N." Tony said laughing. You nodded and looked at him. You both laid on the ground staring at each other.

"Tony."

"Huh?"

"Kiss me." With that Tony's lips landed onto yours. He hovered over your body. You were in between his legs as he kissed you roughly.

You pulled the collar of his shirt and he leaned more down. Harsh pants and moans filled the air.

You parted your lips so his tongue was granted access into your mouth. Tony was very skilled with his tongue, causing you to groan. You both quickly switched positions.

You straddled Tony's hips as he continued to sloppily kiss your neck. You groaned and his lips trailed up your neck. You both heard footsteps and you hurriedly separated.

"Scatter." You hiss and you both ran towards your individual bedrooms.

"Sam! STEVE TELL SAM TO GIVE ME BACK MY ARM!" Your eyes widen. Bucky and Sam we're back from the mission.

You felt yourself grow sober in realization.

That meant Steve was home, too.

Steve.

Your husband.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! FUCK! FuCk!

You got into bed and pretended to sleep. You dozed off later on.

You woke up and looked around the room. Steve was peacefully sleeping at your side. You smiled at his peaceful figure.

Now how were you going to tell him about what happened?

"Steve." You said shaking the male awake. Steve cracked open an eye.

"Yeah?" He asked.

"Steve I'm so sorry." You said and Steve grew worried. He sat up in bed and comforted you.

"You ok?" He asked and you sighed.

"Steve. Look, I never meant to hurt you. I just was insanely drunk and..."

"You cheated on me?" He asked heartbroken.

"Well. Not really. We didn't have sex, but we were so drunk we started making out. We stopped when you came." You explained and Steve stared at you.

"Tony and I—,"

"TONY?!" Steve asked a bit outraged. You tried to calm him down.

"It meant nothing to me, Steve. I love you!" You said and Steve calmed down. He nodded and pressed his lips firmly against yours.

"I love you."

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2 years later
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You and Steve had two kids. Two boys named James Rogers, and Anthony Rogers. Tony was honored and was always happy around his nephew.

But he had something missing from his life.

You.

Tony still had feelings for you. He had a bit of hope when you and him made out about 2 years ago.

But he knew you loved Steve. And he couldn't change that.

So for now, he'a going to have to ignore his feelings and face the harsh reality.

You don't love him back