"Hey, Y/n, can you help with something down in the lab? I think Tony wanted you," Pepper called out to you. She was your older sister and you both lived in the Avengers facility. She and Tony were really good friends, and her being a tech genius, she could always help out. You were there because, well, you kick butt. No other way to put it. You're smart, brave, and help the Avengers on their missions. You, however, are also slightly introverted, and aren't one for talking. You're not bad at it, you just don't have a need for it. Frankly, you couldn't care less what people think of you. Except Pepper, the one person you care for. "Yeah, but wouldn't he want you?" you threw back over your shoulder. There was no way you were going to miss another episode of Friends. "He wanted you," she answered, clearly not thinking much of it. "Fine," you mutter, stalking down to the lab. You were wearing (outfit above); you didn't look much like Pepper, with reddish brown curly hair. You were shorter, certainly, but you had her nose. When you walked into the lab, Tony was working on his suit and had ACDC playing on the radio. You had to admit it, he looked sweeter when he was working. Less annoyed, calmer, more focused. The creases of worry on his face were smooth, and you couldn't help but to admire him. He glanced up to look at you. "Look do decided to show up!" he smirked. Aaaaand the moment was gone. You rolled your eyes, spun on your heel, and were about to walk out. He was back to being a complete - " Don't leave!" He shouted after you. You gave a dramatic groan. "What do you want?" You frowned and crossed your arms in frustration. "Company," he said simply. "Ask Bruce, or Pepper, or even Capsicle, just not me. Friends is on, and I'm not missing it," you muttered. "Um, yeah, you are. C'mon, Y/n, you never talk to anyone but Pepper, and I want to tell you something." Suddenly you were angry for some reason. Then you realized why. Tony seemed smitten for your sister, and for some reason you didn't like that. "I'll talk to who I want to talk to! Did it occur to you that maybe I just don't talk to you?" He looked taken aback for a moment. "You know what, forget it," you said, disgusted, turning to leave. Suddenly he appeared in front of you and began walking forward so you were forced to move back. You didn't notice until you were backed against the lab table. He drew closer, and you hated yourself for blushing. "What are you doing?" you said softly. "Telling you something," he murmered. Then he pushed against you, wrapped a hand around your waist, and kissed you. You didn't hesitate and wound your hands tightly in his hair. "Talk to me now?" he whispered. "Nope," you smirked, leaning in again.
