Avengers Imagines and Oneshots

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You were in the kitchen of Avengers tower making — yes — PBJ sandwiches for the team. They were all out, at the moment, doing who knows what. All except Tony Stark, your boyfriend for at least a year now. Yes, the rest of the family thought Tony was a sarcastic brat, but deep down, they cared about him. And he cared about them, but he cared for you the most. Even though he wasn't always the best at showing it, this is where you two were very similar. You weren't great at sharing your emotions, but you knew the other cared. "Hey, Tony, what's your favorite type of sandwich?" you called to him. He was in the living room working on papers for the company. "Peanut butter and marshmallow fluff. Why?" he responded immediately, leaning over the back of the couch with a pen behind his ear. You snorted. "Not sure that's available," you laughed. You opened a cupboard. "Actually, wait... we do. Thor just bought some." Tony snickered evilly and you rolled your eyes. "You know, what if we just went for Schwarma?" you asked. He laughed and you went on. "You know, the typical post-alien attack pick me up?" He chuckled softly , then stopped suddenly. You noticed immediately that something was wrong. "Tony?" you asked. He didn't answer. "Honey?" You walked to the living room. He was clutching the arm rest and trembling softly, forehead in one hand, muttering something about NYC. Then you realized. You had triggered a panic attack. You gasped in guilt and walked over to him. His hands were sweaty when you took them in yours. "Tony, Tony, Tony..." you whispered. He tilted his forehead onto your chest. You took his hands and wrapped them gently around the back of your neck. Then you put your hands and head in his hair. This should calm him. "I'm so sorry, honey," you said as his breathing grew quicker, your eyes filling with tears. These were terrible for him, you knew. And you hated yourself for causing them. You rubbed the back of his neck gently and ran your fingers through his hair. Finally, his breathing slowed back to normal. He looked up at you, both pain and love in his warm brown eyes. "I'm sorry," you whispered again, a tear falling. "Hey, hey," he soothed. "I love you. So much." He brushed away the tear with his thumb. He kept his hand on the side of you face. It was both rough yet soft at the same time. You closed your eyes and tilted into it. "I hate hurting you," you whispered. He stood up and rested his forehead against yours. "You could never, ever hurt me, Y/N," he said, wrapping his arms around your waist and back protectively. You wrapped your hands around his neck. "I love you, Tony," you said after a few seconds. "I love you more," he said with a glint in his eye, as if it were a challenge. "No way," you giggled softly before he silenced you with a gentle kiss that grew quickly. You laughed and pushed him away softly and finished the sandwiches.