Avengers Imagines

Delicate - Stony

Warnings: language maybe ??

Description: song AU baby

Word count: 2245 (but that's with the lyrics lol)

A/N: i'm a big taylor swift fan & i was singing this today and realized how perfect it fit for tony & steve so here you go :)

the song is at the top, also this is probably best read at night because that's when i wrote it and it's filled with feels

wow i'm sorry that i'm actually stony trash !!! i just love my ship ok !!

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this ain't for the best
my reputation's never been worse so
you must like me for me
we can't make any promises now can we babe
but you can make me a drink

Tony doesn't know how this happened; it certainly wasn't meant to. He's selfish and cruel and a playboy, at least, that's what the reporters have to say about him. There are only two people who truly know him and still choose to stick by him: Pepper and Rhodey. Other than that, everyone just has their assumptions. And that's fine. Tony Stark is a professional when it comes to being alone.

At least, that's what he thought.

But then this happened, these feelings. Tony isn't supposed to feel this way. After all, doesn't he only care about himself? Anthony Edward Stark is not meant to be in a relationship. He can't promise loyalty or faithfulness or his own safety. He can't promise to stay out of the spotlight or avoid saying the wrong thing. And he certainly can't promise to stop drinking or working himself half to death. A relationship isn't for the best.

But why does Tony want one then? And with him of all people?

Tony doesn't want to think about it; he needs a drink.

dive bar on the east side where you at?
phone lights up my nightstand in the black
come here you can meet me in the back

The Avengers rarely get an off day, but when they do it's spent at small bars where hopefully nobody will notice them. Usually, Tony would cherish this opportunity to drink with a few friends, but not tonight. He stands near the bar towards the back of the room slowly sipping on a glass of scotch watching him talk with Natasha. He shouldn't want him, it's not right. Tony's not right.

With the buzz of alcohol in his veins he takes out his phone, the light of the screen temporarily blinding him. He sends one text message, three words:

Come find me.

dark jeans and your nike's look at you
oh damn never seen that color blue
just think of the fun things we could do
cause i like you

He's beautiful, he always is. Dark jeans pulled taught over muscular legs, a tight gray shirt that practically highlights his abs. Does he do that on purpose? It shouldn't be allowed.

"You texted?" His voice is low but wraps around Tony like silk sheets and he happily suffocates in the sound. Tony could have that voice playing on repeat for the rest of his life and be content.

"I-I did," Tony swallows, brown eyes meeting piercing blue and suddenly he's flying, no, falling really. Tony can't breathe as the blue clouds his vision, he's losing himself in a brilliant, cloudless sky. That's how his eyes make Tony feel; warm and free like a perfect July afternoon. There's no other blue like the blue of his eyes. "I like you."

this ain't for the best
my reputation's never been worse so
you must like me for me
(yeah i want you)
we can't make any promises now can we babe
but you can make me a drink