tony stark imagines

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬

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tony had lost count of all the times he had been forced to hire a cleaner to clean up the mess you always seemed to be making when experimenting with your new art supplies. there were tidy artists, there were messy artists, and then there was you.

you were a whole other story. you didn't own a single piece of jeans that weren't splattered with paint at least somewhere. the same went for your shirts and sweaters. it was so rare of you to show up without paint on your clothes that the people you lived with would actually ask you about it if you ever did.

but tonight, paint-splattered clothes were simply not acceptable. tonight, the dress code was fancy. something you could not find in your wardrobe; this being why tony had taken it upon himself to arrange your attire for the evening.

the black dress he had picked for you was gorgeous, and you had scrubbed yourself raw in the shower to be sure you would be completely clean before getting dress, in fear of ruining the beautiful piece of clothing like you did everything else you owned and wore.

you had inspected every inch of your body in the bathroom mirror, several times, before you finally felt you were ready to slip on the tightfitting dress. you had gotten showered and dressed in natasha's room because if you would have gotten ready in your own room, you were sure you would have accidentally brushed against one of the many wet paintings that occupied yours and tony's empty room, or stumbled into one of the dozens of paintbrushes you left lying around on every surface.

but today you had managed well, avoiding in getting dirty. but thanks to all of the precautions you had been forced to take in order to stay squeaky clean, you were running late to the party that tony was hosting on the bottom level of the building.

thanks to the heels on your feet, however, you weren't able to rush. you weren't a black widow like your friend, if you would try to run in heels, you were sure to faceplant and ruin your outfit, after all.

so you took your time to make your way to the elevator, taking the time in there to run your hands through your hair a few times before the familiar ding signaled that you had made it to your destination.

the music and sound of bustling people filled your ears the second the elevator doors opened, and you had barely gotten the time to step into the room before wanda had whisked you off towards where the rest of the team was sitting.

but tony was still nowhere to be seen.

you sat with the team for a few minutes, just mingling and talking about everything between heaven and earth. but after a while, you were starting to feel that you needed a drink if you were going to make it through an entire night being surrounded by this many people.