Marvel Boyfriend Scenarios

Tony Stark (Iron Man)

Sparks bounce off the walls and flicker with orange hues; the blow torch forces the metal to melt into shape against its will as it hisses in protest. I wipe a thick glove across my forehead and step back to admire the gadget upon the workbench.
"Miss (Y/N), your heart rate is slowing to an alarmingly low rate. This will result in passing out, might I suggest resting?" I sigh in defeat at the AI.
"Jarvis, do you know if he'll be back soon?" Silence.
"Don't do this to yourself miss, we both know the answer." He's away on a business trip. At Christmas. He promised he'd be back. He always promises he'd be back for occasions. Birthdays, our anniversary, Easter and of course: Christmas.
"I guess you're right J."
"I always am Miss."
"Sassy bitch, thanks J." And with that I toss my tools haphazardly into the toolbox and throw the welding gloves on the side, turning around and perching next to them. I slowly take off my goggles and play with the elastic straps between my calloused fingers, "he gave these to me last year." My voice is distant.
"Indeed Miss, a gift of the most expensive pair. Rather childish if you ask me."
"And why's that?"
"It's clear Mr Stark has feelings for you, he's crazy about you. He doesn't know how to deal with these feelings so he hides - then instead of facing his issues, throws money at them in hopes that all will be forgiven. Like a child he seems to lack the mature thought process to deal with other people's emotions."
"And how do you know that?"
"I hear everything you know." A long beep sounds and the dark workshop is lit up by a blue glow, video footage from Tony's car.

"Happy, what do I do? She probably hates me. This is the fourth Christmas in a row I've missed, is she still in the tower?" he sounds desperate, he looks dishevelled - my eyes well up.
"I believe so."
"So she hasn't packed up and left?"
"Not that I'm aware of."
"Good good good good good good . . ." he mutters continuously to himself, as if he has forgotten he's still saying the word due to being so lost in thought, "Happy what do I do?" he whines, slamming his forehead on the dashboard. The brunette next to him continues to focus on the road ahead but cocks an eyebrow and chuckles, "What's so funny?" Tony grumbles, side glaring his friend.
"You really are hopeless. Just march in, grab her by the waist, tell her you love her, kiss her and then spend the day together." That would be nice. To spend time with him. The video feed cuts off and I'm plunged into darkness, so Jarvis turns on the lights. The harsh beams above hurt my eyes but I ignore it, instead focusing on a now incredibly interesting speck of dirt on the floor.
"He does love you. Just be patient with him." and with that Jarvis leaves me alone to my own thoughts; I'm too tired to analyse them so instead I gently push off the table and head to the elevator to my bed. The metal doors slide shut and the hum of the ascent lulls me into a trance, making me sway back and forth - the shudder of reaching my floor shocks a new awareness into my system, just enough to get to my room. Fumbling around in the dark, I reach for the door and fling it open; I flop onto the bed and shuffle around until I'm concealed under the covers. Tony's scent encases my senses and it drags me into a blissful yet empty slumber.

Chirps and a light snoring drift around, I wiggle my hips to find I'm pinned to the soft cushions. (E/C) is slowly revealed as I crack my eyes open, slightly hissing in protest to the glistening sunlight invading the room - it flows in from the large window and dances across every surface, every wall, heating them up but causing the white floor to glow in an almost holy manner. This is Tony's room. I turn over. This is Tony.
"Holy shit." I mutter, a deep chuckle grumbles in his throat as he pulls me closer to him with the arm already draped across my hip. His hair is like an obsidian waterfall tumbling across the pristine pillows in thick locks, he hesitantly opens his eyes and their rich chestnut colour shimmer in the morning light - a slight smirk completes this rugged look. My heart melts under the heat of his gaze.
"Merry Christmas gorgeous." he mutters, kissing me, and the world falls away. Its slow and soft, comforting in ways that words can't explain. His hand rests below my ear, his thumb caressing my cheek as our breaths mingle. I run my fingers down his spine, pulling him closer until there was no space left between us and I can feel the beating of his heart against my chest. It feels as if we are the only people in the world and nothing else, nobody else, matters. He breaks away and we lie in silence, just enjoying each others presence.

"I'm sorry." He pipes up after a few minutes, "I've been an awful boyfriend. I should be there for you but it seems all I do is push you away. I-I'm scared (Y/N)." I comb my fingers through his dark hair.
"Scared of?" He takes a moment to think, his eyes flashing with emotions I'm unable to name, the cogs of his brain whirring tirelessly to formulate a coherent answer.
"Us." That's it. No elaboration. But there's no need; his eyes speak a thousand words, tell a thousand tales. He doesn't commit, he's Tony Stark, this is foreign to him. Exciting yet terrifying, intriguing yet perilous. New. I don't comment on anything, rather choosing to just be close to him, silently saying that I'll help him - that we can get through this together. And that's how we spend the rest of Christmas Day. Together.

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