To win the heart of a hero- Tony Stark X Oc

The recruits name

What makes a hero? Most would say strength or courage, others the superpowers and the flashy costume, I believe it to be in giving everything you have to protect those lower than you.

I never would have expected for a hero to ask for my hand in marriage, let alone risk everything for me, I guess this is the story of how I was won and won over the heart of a certain Anthony Stark.

The first day was like any other day, but then again most days were the same old same old. Wake up, a few minutes later than my alarm, shower if I need to or have time, grab whatever I could to eat and rush to work. Surprisingly today was already different in that regard, considering I'd managed to wake up a little earlier than normal. With this, I decided to eat more than I normally would, helping to lift my normal morning grump that my friends at work would call it. Where do I work? Normal big or fancy, I swear. I work at a coffee shop not too far from the Stark tower, I mainly take people's orders and sometimes clean up around back. Got a little above minimum wage, and got a few hefty tips from a few folks here and there. Most of the tips I got were from returning customers, and or people who tried to hit me up.

Not gonna lie though, I've had my fair number of dates, and some ending in a little more than an overly expensive meal and some kisses at a shitty rom-com at the movies. I'd say I'm a pretty handsome guy, could work out a bit though. I'm not short on becoming the Pillsbury dough boy if you know what I'm saying. I promise it's not all about me, just filling some of ya'll in really. Being 7.4 does make you stick out like a sore thumb I'll give myself that, having a messy mop of blonde hair with a pair of deep chocolate eyes does make a good amount take a side glance or look. But enough about my almost average self, my workload was pretty slow with a few odd customers. I adjusted my hair, sweeping my bangs out of my eyes before I cleaned up the counter, spraying it with some soapy water before wiping it down. I sighed groaning at the dumb cliche pop music playing on the radio sometimes looking at a group of girls who looked in their 20's giggling pointing at me from time to time. After getting bored of looking like a grumpy sod, I decided to make my last shift before lunch a little fun, I got a quick look at how I looked in my phone's camera and then smirked looking right at the women. I puffed out my chest giving my 'seductive smile' before wiping the counter with some almost suggestive actions.

Let's say if they weren't looking before, they certainly were now. A woman with short white hair snapping some photos of me giving me some waves, two others rolling their eyes while the last, who was shorter than the others hid behind her long black hair. After a little over half an hour, my friend Stacy came round from the back telling me it was her turn to be the host, so I threw the cloth into the washing box behind the counter and hung my apron up on the rack by the back door, winking the ladies off. Stepping out of the back door, I slid down the pole by the stairs and walked down the alleyway before reaching a dumpster, I pulled out a cigarette and lit it, leaning on the dumpster as I took a few heavy drags. While I held the blunt in my mouth I pulled out my beaten up wallet, I could do with a replacement really, and counted up my dollars thinking about how I was gonna fix up a meal for the night. Sighing I looked up only to be frozen in place, that couldn't be who I thought it was. You'd have to be shitting me for the richest man alive to be getting out of a porch on the street opposite me.

Granted I wasn't one for that hero bullshit, but Mr. Stark's work, genius and willingness to use his smarts to save people couldn't go unnoticed. "Holy shit..." I mumbled to myself in awe. "Holy crap...Stacy's gonna flip if I can get a picture." I threw my cig down and quickly stepped on it to put it out, before rushing down to get a better view, I pulled my phone outstanding by a parking meter, pulling up my camera app to snap a photo. However, by the time my fatass had opened my camera up he was gone. "Just my fucking luck. " I groaned putting my phone back into my pocket walking back into the alleyway sighing* "Of course...Well done Kyle, You should have taken a shot where you were....ugh...Stacy won't believe me for jackshit..." I opened the back door to the coffee shop and walked in grabbing my apron to pull it on, my head low as I walked to the counter. "That was the only cool thing that's happened to me in years..." I mumbled to myself standing by the cash register, hearing someone chuckle I lifted my head with a look of dread, forcing some cheeriness into my voice. "Welcome to the Mocha bean, how may I hel-" stopping midway I swear I felt my heart stop, Mr. Anthony Stark couldn't be stood right in front of me. He fucking couldn't. A very grumpy male in hipster attire groaned, only to very impaientantly speak before I could. "Skinny Vanilla Latte, please...Make it a large." I didn't hear him the first time, mesmerized that Mr. Stark was stood in the coffee shop looking around far more casual than any normal customer. "Can you even hear me? " "Y-yes." I smiled shyly ringing up his order, getting another look before I turned to make his coffee handing it to him as he paid with a sneer.

As he walked away I just watched the billionaire talk to a very large, I'll assume assistant, Mr. Stark seemed to be enjoying whatever they were talking about considering he was laughing a whole bunch giving very smug smiles and smirks. My smile grew larger, only to turn into a look of disbelief when he looked at me and spoke. "Ey, kid. Do you know if anyone by Mr-" He turned to the plush assistant for him to finish what the billionaire meant to say. "Kyle Garou Tony."
The assistant gave a groan only for Mr. Stark to turn back to him. "It's not my fault Happy, I can't remember every potential recruits name. " Recruits...I thought, swallowing the ball of anxiety rising up my throat. Was Mr. Stark hiring people? Holy shit...what would he need recruits for? Maybe for the Avengers, I mean didn't him and that Captain whatever have a fallout or something not too long ago? But then... wasn't the Avengers like people with powers and shit? Why would he want nor- He spoke again a little louder this time and was closer to me, resting a hand on the counter top. "Yo, frap look alike, holy, this kid's big huh? Do you know anyone by the name Kyle Garou?" I thought for a minute only for my heart to jump, that was my name.