Marvel Imagines ;)

tony - cheating (part 2)

It had been two months.

Two months, and nothing.

You went on missions, you sat in on meetings, and, so far, nothing had happened. Tony didn't even look at you, which, you supposed, was a blessing in of itself. Because if he looked at you with broken eyes and a shattered heart, you probably would have punched in right in the throat - and then fallen into bed with him.

You missed him more than you thought you would. Hell, you missed everyone. After living in Avenger's Headquarters for so long, it was difficult to adjust to an apartment on your own. But, you were starting to feel better. You were starting to move on. You had even set up a date that you were actually looking forward to. And then... this happened:

Tony: i fukcing miss yo u

You were just going to ignore it, rolling over in your bed and snuggling up further below the sheets, when your phone chimed with another text. Then another. And another. Finally, you had to check, curiosity (and extreme annoyance) getting the best of you.

Tony: even when I'm durnk ic ant stop thinking ab out oyu
Tony: why dotn you text. me bac k huh

Tony hadn't texted you in two months. He hadn't even said more than five words to you. Why the hell was he texting you now?

Tony: I mis s you
Tony: ev ery day since you left ha sbeen a waste

He was drunk, the idiot. He was drunk texting you. After months of silence.

You growled, snatching your phone up and typing furiously.

You: you're an egotistical, small-testicalled little shit

There, you thought smugly as you hit send.

Tony: hahahhasshhss your funny
Tony: I forgot how fu unny you are

It hit you like a punch to the gut. You missed him. God, you missed him. But he'd broken so many promises, broken your damn trust and your heart.

But still... You missed him.

You: drink some water, take an aspirin, and go to sleep, Tony
Tony: I'm not drunk
You: are you fucking serious you dumb cunt
Tony: I swear  I'm no t
You: ok yeah sure, whatever. You thought it was a good idea to text me, so you're obviously on something
Tony: all ideas are good ideas, it's just the outcome that causes the problem

You snorted, pursing your lips together to keep yourself from smiling.

Tony: so whaht are you doing up s o late
You: I was sleeping, you ass
Tony: oh
You: yeah, and I'd like to get back to it if you don't mind
Tony: no wait I do mind

You hated this. You hated the effect he had on you. Just a few texts, and already you were hanging on to his every word.

You: you can't do this tony
Tony: I know
You: then block my number
Tony: I sort of thought you would have blocked mine
You: we still have to work together. It wouldn't have been smart
You: plus, I like coming up with terrible contact names for my exes
Tony: oh?
You: yours is "Only For the Loosest Morals"

Tony went silent. And for a moment, you thought perhaps he'd fallen asleep, or passed out. Then - what if he'd gotten hurt. You wanted to hit yourself.

Tony: you complete me.

You smiled. It was so easy to talk to him. It was comfortable. Familiar. But you knew things would never be the same between you two. Him cheating would always be a barrier concealing you from him, and you knew, you knew it was better this way. Because that wall would keep him from hurting you again.

But still, you were a weak woman. And it was only texting, after all.

You: I miss you too
Tony: can we grab coffee? Or go get a drink somewhere?
You: I don't know tony...
Tony: please? It's just coffee

Your fingers stilled, hovering over the keypad. You wanted to, you did, but...

You: coffee wouldn't hurt I guess

A/N
Well aren't you a dumb cunt.
Never drunk text your ex, kids. It never ends well.