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Sanctuary (Tony x Reader)

Tony x Reader - Song Fic
Song - Sanctuary by James TW
Warning: There is smut at the beginning of this, nothing too much though

"When was the last time it was just us two.
This busy world gives us an endless list of things to do.

You and Tony never had a normal relationship, working for the Avengers was great and all at first but things quickly took a turn for the worse, currently you were fighting off some aliens that had been sent by, guess who... Loki. But since the Avengers had been torn apart by the accords, it was just you, Tony, Natasha and some of the SHILED agents. Sure you guys could handle this it's not an issue, no need to call Cap or get Spiderman involved, Tony had made sure to keep that kid out of trouble. Even when you weren't working, you were with Tony building suits or running around doing odd jobs, never being able to settle, if you had a pound for all the nights you spent awake, all the date nights you had to postpone, all the times you found Tony passed out at his work bench, you would certainly be giving Tony a run for his title of billionaire.

I wish there was a place we could go just me and you, need to carve out precious time despite all we're going through.

Even the moments you two tried to skive and hide away for just a couple of hours, you were always interrupted by something or someone. "The city needs our help" "Fury wants a word with you down at HQ" "Tony, fly down to the store to get us some bread and milk" like I said, never getting the alone time you both wanted and needed to be honest. Your rooms weren't private enough and his private jet was too private. You both just wanted somewhere that you could be normal people for the day, to just relax for once, some calm time before the inevitable storm known as saving the day and going back to fighting enemies and each other.

"That's the last of them, Stark." Natasha sighed, throwing a smoking weapon to the side.
"Good, reindeer games really has some issues to work through." Tony grunted, lifting his helmet up to talk to everyone. "We all still here? We started with 16 and I sure as hell hope we have finished with 16."
"Mr. Stark sir, we have 7 injuries and they have all been carted off to the nearest hospital to be treated."
"And why do I feel like a but coming along, spit it out Jenkins."
"Well, sir... You remember Peterson?"
"Brown hair, shaved face, blue eyes, about 5'11 with the really annoying voice."
"Yes, sir. Him. Umm, well he stupidly ran at one of the enemies with nothing but a knife when he ran out of ammo and he was blasted backwards before being swarmed by some others, and well... they don't think he'll make it."

"Oh god, how bad is it?" You gasped
"5 stab wounds to the chest, a punctured lung, broken legs and possible paralysis from the waist down."
"Shit!" Tony cursed, kicking a nearby car.
"Watch your language Stark, this is bad."
"I know Romanoff, I'll have Happy swing by now and get him rushed into surgery. Tell his family I'm very sorry but I will cover the recovery costs and compensation should he- Just get him to the doctors now!"

"Roger, sir."
"Stark not Rogers." Tony chuckled trying to lighten the mood. "In the meantime, everyone else that is able, please escort any survivors to the cordon, Fury has sent some transportation to take them to a shelter until things are cleared here."
"And what about us?" Natasha asked, smoothing down her clothes and brushing the dust from her hair.
"Our work here is done. We were called to stop the enemies and we have done just that so home time." Tony smirked, grabbing you by the waist. "So, if you don't mind Romanoff we have a date that we had to postpone."
"Have fun, be safe." Nat winked at you both.
"We will, don't you worry about it." You giggled before Tony tightened his grip on you and took off back to his house.

Call and say that you're ill
There's no medicine to fill
This love sick void of mine.

But today, today was different. You both called in to say you were ill and blamed it on Tony's dodgy cooking, which everyone believed since they had all been there but that story was for a different time. So now that everyone has left the two of you alone assuming you were deathly sick with food poisoning, your get away day began. It had been a plan you'd been thinking of for months but you both felt you needed it now more than ever.