Unfiltered

Part One

Tony Stark, genius billionaire playboy philanthropist, fell in love. Hard. And it scared the life out of him.

Tony Stark doesn't fall in love. That's why they call him a playboy, it just doesn't happen. Sure, he's had his on-and-off partners from college and an innumerable amount of one-night-stands but Anthony Edward Stark does not fall in love. Ever.

But then there's you. And all his past sentiments crumble to ashes.

He's not even sure why he fell in love with you. Maybe it was because of the way you always remembered the birthdays of his staff, how you would send a small gift to every employee at Stark Industries on their birthdays, Tony included. Or maybe it was because

He wasn't sure when it was that he fell in love with you either. It could've been the day that you came in looking so tired that he tried to give you the day off, but you refused. It could've been the day he noticed you refill his mug with coffee just the way he liked, even though he didn't ask.

"Tony?" You called into his lab from the doorway, though you expected no response, "I'm going to lunch. Call me if you need me."

You heard him hum in acknowledgement. Sighing, you turned on your heel and walked away of the lab. Tony watched you as you ordered your lunch on your phone and walked to the car park. He tried his best to ignore the way his heart nearly beat out of his chest, or how he began to blush insanely. It took effort, but he finally managed to turn his thoughts away from you and back onto his work.

He'd deal with his feelings later, as he always did.

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"Turns out I'm not the only one late after all."

Your voice jolted Tony out of his thoughts as you slid smoothly into the elevator. You had been running late to the quarterly meeting, too caught up in paperwork before nearly running across the Stark Industries grounds. 

"I'm not late," Tony argued, loving the way your cheeks were flushed from rushing over.

You quirked an eyebrow at him, "Oh really?"

"Yeah, really." Tony answered, enjoying the playful banter between you two, "I'm the one who owns the company, so whenever I show up is on time, no matter when. You're the one who's late," Tony smirked, poking a finger into your collarbone. "But I'll allow it. Call it a payback for all of those coffees."

You giggled at his antics, "Well, thank you for that-" You were cut off by the elevator jolting to a stop. The lights flickered out, the only illumination from your phone screen. "What the hell?"

"Seriously?" Tony groaned, "FRIDAY, what's going on?" There was no response from the AI, sending small waves of anxiety through you. Tony clicked his tongue in annoyance. "FRIDAY?" He called again.

"FRIDAY?" You tried, biting your lip nervously. Still no response.

"I'm calling Happy," Tony sighed and pulled his phone from his back pocket, "This elevator is completely dead."

You held back a huff as you waited for your boss to wrap up his call. Figuring there was no point in standing you slowly slid down to the floor, careful not to jolt the elevator too much. You listened to their conversation, a mixture of grunts, sighs and 'hurry it up, then'. With one last sigh, Tony pressed End Call and looked over to you.

"We've got about an hour wait," He said, sinking down across from you, "

You laughed softly, shining the flashlight on you phone back up to the ceiling. You wondered how, in all of the uses this elevator had gone through, it would've died out while you and your boss- your crush- were headed to a meeting you were both already late to.

"What?" You asked after a moment, "Why are you staring at me, Stark?"

He gave you his signature Stark smirk, "You're beautiful."

You sighed, rolling your eyes and turning away, "Whatever, Tony."

"No, I'm serious," Tony pulled your attention back to him, "You're so beautiful and so helpful even though I rarely say thank you for any of it. I should be more grateful. I'm giving you a raise."

"It's just my job, Tony." You murmured, shocked by his sudden outburst.

He ignored your comment, "You so smart- not as smart as me, of course, but you do all of the paperwork that would take me hours to figure out. I love how you remember everyone's birthdays, Hell, I can barely remember my own. I love how you always know when I need my coffee and how you always make it perfect, just the way I like it. God, I would have probably died without you a long time ago, (Y/N)." He had become completely unfiltered, spilling everything that he had held inside for months. "And- and I wasn't even planning on telling you any of this, much less come to terms with these feeling but it's funny what a stuck elevator can do, huh?" Tony said without even taking a breath.

"Tony, honey, calm down," You told him, "Breathe. I need you to take slow, deep breaths." You helped and waited as he slowly regulated his breaths, "That's it, there you go."

"I love you, (Y/N)." He whispered, breathless. You were taken back by his confession, but with the way he was speaking of you earlier you knew you shouldn't have been.

"I love you too, Tony." You smiled at Tony, making his heart skip a beat. Before you could even think, Tony pulled you into a soft and passionate kiss. His velvety lips moved against yours as you gripped the back of his neck, pulling him closer. You felt his hands wander lower and you squeaked, making Tony chuckle against your lips.

"This is a nice distraction from the current panic ensuing in my head right now." Tony said sarcastically as he slowly pushed you against the elevator wall. You giggled and pulled him back into a rough kiss.

"Aw, c'mon guys, not in the public elevator!" A voice pulled you out of your lustful haze. A tiny shriek escaped you as you pulled away from Tony.

"Couldn't you have given us a few more minutes, Happy?" Tony said, clear annoyance in his tone.

Happy stared at him in disbelief. "You told me to hurry!"

Tony just grumbled at Happy while you did your best to adjust your clothes and look presentable. The thought of walking into that meeting looking like you just had elevator sex with your boss wasn't too appealing, despite the fact that you didn't do anything but make out. After watching the two argue for a minute, Happy stormed off back to the lobby.

"So..." You started once you and Tony were alone, a futile attempt to make the situation a little less awkward, "The meeting."

  "Yeah, the meeting." Tony smirked, then gestured for you to walk ahead of him. "After you, dear."