Tony/Bruce/Loki/Strange × Reader One shots

Art Work (Stark)

Requested by @MadisonLong2
       | You weren't all that specific with what exactly you wanted, so I hope you enjoy this. I apologize, if it isn't what you were looking for! | ⚠️crude humor, some saddness⚠️

      Sketching the roof top of the lofty skyscraper, you sigh and look down unsatisfied with the crude art work. The pencil marks are darker on one side then the other, the windows aren't symmetrical, and something just seemed off. You wanted to crumple up the paper and chunk it into the nearest bin, but you didn't. You kept staring at it, for what felt like hours, wondering what is wrong with it and you. You've been sucked into this slump for the fifth week now and you can't pull yourself out of it.  
    You're not even sure what triggered it. Maybe, that Tony and Pepper got back together. They have been off and on ever since you've known Tony. You just wish he'd see all the options infront of him and that he doesn't have to keep running back to her. You're an option too! Hell- maybe you're tired of being his second option.
     Exhaling you grab your phone and dail his number, still staring at the immature sketch of the Stark Tower. "Hey, Y/n!" He answers immediately, causing you to jump back in your seat.
     "T-tony, hey." You mumble trying not to sound so suprised. I mean you did call him.
     "I was just about to call you and check up on that sketch. How's it going?" He asks, making you bite your lip and mentally curse yourself.
     "Yeah, about that... I can't do it."
     "What? Why?" His head cocks to the side, taking down a small shot of whiskey.  He can hear you sigh over the phone and he frowns. "I'll be over in a minute, don't go anywhere." He says and hangs up the phone. He pours himself another shot to build his courage and he pulls on a button up and shoes.
     Usually he wouldn't just go over to a friends house without checking in with Pepper, but once again she checked out claiming his constant hero business is to stressful for her. In all honesty he couldn't blame her. Hell, it was stressful to him. He needed some sort of comfort and you were always there for him. Even if you weren't exactly comforting him. Just talking to you made him feel better on a level that he couldn't even explain. Which is weird, because he is a know it all.
    Once he pulls up at your studio apartment, he hops out his car and runs up the flight of stairs. Knocking on the door he attempts to catch his breath and clear his throat. "One minute!" You yell from the other side of the door, scrambling around to just pick up your home and yourself. Panting slightly you tuck a piece of hair behind your ear and exhale. This was something you were not expecting. Hell, you usually have some sort of dish prepaired when he comes over, in hopes he'll get the hint.
    Grabing the door handle you pull it open to reveal a rather casual Tony. "Hey," you say and step aside ushering him in.
    "Hey, so whats going on?" He asks and steps inside glancing around at the same old scene he saw when he first came over. He remembers it in great detail. You had just bought it and moved here from a smaller town outside of the New York. You had practially been bouncing off the walls. He smiles now thinking about it.
     "I just, I can't draw it right. It looks horrible," you state and lead him over to the various unfinished sketches of his tower. His eyes scan them and he raises an eyebrow.
    "They only look like that, because you haven't finished them." He picks up an older sketch and looks it over, before a small piece of paper flew off the table and to his feet. He reaches down for it and flips it over. His eyes widen and his cheeks flush lightly. "When did you draw this?" He asks showing you your sketch of him working in his shop with motor oil and sweat all over his clothes.
     "O-oh that?" Your cheeks flame red and you nervously shift on your feet. "I came over one day and you were working. I just thought it would look great on a piece of paper." You look away from him and sit at the couch by the table and sort through your work sketches of the tower. His eyes trail from you back to the paper and he notices how detailed it is and how beautifully blended the shading is.
     "You sure you weren't watching me?" He pauses to sit down next to you. "It is astonishingly detailed."
      "Aren't we supposed to be talking about this?" You question waving one of your Stark tower sketches in the air.
     "Right right, wouldn't want to embarrass you by talking about this." He replies and sets the sketch of him down on the table. You scowl at him and he chuckles. "Alright, why can't you do the sketch?"
      "I think im having an artist block and my hands aren't working right or something." You sigh and look down at your hands feeling agitated and doubtful. "I don't have a problem starting it. It's just finishing it is really... hard." Your hands plop down in your lap and pick at the fabric of your bottoms.
     "So your having completion problems. Don't be embarrassed, it happens to all of us- Ow!" He wimpers and holds onto his arm, where you just punched it. "What'd I say?"
      "Don't be a pervert. This is serious." You scowl and cross your legs.
      "Fine. Do you think your feeling incomplete in your life and thats why you can't finish it?" He asks and crosses his arms. You open your mouth to object, but stop whenever you realised you couldn't. "I'll take that as a yes. When did you start feeling this way?"
       "When did you become my therapist?"
      "Don't be an ass I'm trying to help," says and turns on your couch to face you more. You sigh and lean back on the couch feeling stupid.
     "About four to five weeks ago," you mumble and look anywhere but him. He crosses his arms and stares at you. You sigh at his quietness and glance over to him. Your face tints pink at his staring, so you cross your own arms. "What?"
     "Nothing, it just reminded me of when me and Pepper got back together. Not that it matters now, because she broke up with me again," he mumbles the last part, but you still heard him. You can feel your heart pick up. "You know, I noticed something." He speaks and sits on your criss cross apple sauce. "You always seem to be in a slump when me and her are together." He says and puts his finger to his chin. Your face burns and your heart is beating so fast you thought you might have a heart attack. "You like me, don't you?"
  "What-? don't get cocky, pal." You say and point your finger at him. "Even if I did like you, you would never know." He smirks and scoots closer to you.
     "So you do like me?"
     "I do not!"
     "Just admit it."
     "NO!"
     "Whatever."
     "Fine! I like you you stupid womanizing jerk!" You yell and his smirk widens.
    "I would say I like you too, but that was just hurtful." He says and kisses your cheek, causing you to recoil onto the couch arm. Your face beet red. He chuckles at your responce and grabs you hand. "Im taking you on a date tomorrow 7 o'clock  sharp." You squeeze his hand back and look away from him.
      "Okay," you mutter with a small smile.