~Avenger Imagines~

I'm Reading, go away~Tony Stark

Heartburn-Wafia

: Tony stops your reading time to give you a little somethin'

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You just want to read. That's all. But it seems Tony has other ideas.

Arrogant prick.

" Up, up, up! Let's go get those legs up, Y/L/N." Tony announces for the sixth time as he yanks on your arms, while you try to hold onto my book.

" Leave me alone, Stark!" You retort back like a five-year-old.

" Never. Up! Up!" He finally gets up and sets his hand on his hips. So sassy. And annoying.

Rolling your eyes, you snap my book closed, after looking at the page number of course. You get to your feet and follow him out of the 24th floor common space. " This better include either food, books, or a national emergency." Your sore legs ache after working out with Bucky yesterday. So when Tony dragged you away up the staircase, you were near homicide. And he knew it.

" You keeping up back there?" Tony chuckles at your responding growl.

Once we finally get to the fifth floor your anger is so high, you can't even hold it in. It's basically in the air. " Ahrahag! Tony! Why are we in front of my bedroom?" You face him with fury written all over your face.

" Don't make that face, it ruins your beauty. I have a present for you. Come." He drawls.

A present? " Is this a Tony Stark present? Or a normal gift people give to each other?"

" Depends..." He sings out as he swings open your bedroom door. Your heart drops to the bottom of your chest. The room is completely different. While your room used to be three rooms: the bed area, the bathroom, and the small library. It's now one big open chamber. With a large library taking up the whole left wall. The bathroom is walled off. But light streams in from the large windows. " Do you like it? I had it made for you, so now you can be part of the Avengers and have your own room. Yay. This way if someone visits it won't look like were keeping you hostage." Tony lifts his arms up and points out several customized details.

" Y/N?" Tony looks back at you. " Don't you like it?" Of course, you liked it, you loved it. It was tasteful and sophisticated but sweet and comforting too. And the only way you could express your thanks was through a hug.

You wrap your arms around his chest and pull his to you while jumping up and down, " Thank you, thank you, thank you! I love it!" You pull back and see his grin before it turns into a smirk.

" So you like pretty new things? I'll have to keep that in mind."

" It's not like I'm a gold digger." You reply matter-of-factly but he knows you're joking around.

" You so are! I knew I get you to like me. All it took was a little bit of money spent on you, and now you love me!"

" That's a lie," You chuckle as you walk around the room. " And you know it."

" Yeah, yeah sure. Okay. But you still like me." He adds.

" Sure."