𝟏-𝟖𝟎𝟎-𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒.

≫ 7 MINUTES IN HELL ≪

warnings: insecurity, mild language, notions of alcohol, and suggestive statements/activities

author's note: nothing smutty happens in this one except for some mild kissing but i cant write that shit for my life so 🤡

word count: 2,034

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"Okay!" Tony said happily, setting a brown paper bag down on the spacious coffee table that sat proudly in the large living quarters of his Tower. The table was surrounded by slightly drunk Avengers, all except Steve and Thor, of course. "We're playing Seven Minutes I'm Heaven tonight! None of you have been in the best of moods recently, so I'm fixing that."

Everyone groaned at his comment, you included. "Or, rather, your partner will be fixing it." He added with a wink. This caused a few 'boos' to arise from the Avengers, while others laughed.

You rolled your eyes, jumping onto the train of thought everyone seemed to be conducting right now. Gods, Tony was annoying. But, his words did have some meaning. All of you had, in fact, been all very downbeat lately. Everyone had different reasons, all very person, but yours was something that had been eating you up for months. Despite the huge emotional trouble this thing had brought, it could be summed up in only two words.

Tony Stark.

You had unintentionally fallen for the self-proclaimed genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist. But how could you help yourself? He was witty, charming, sweet and secretly a teddy-bear, though he hid those last traits with his Iron Man lifestyle. There was just one problem. You knew that Tony was, and most likely always would be, a playboy. Every other day, he brought a new girl into the tower. But they all looked the same to you. Each had flowing, healthy hair, beautiful eyes, a thin but well curved form, and perfect, clear skin.

To say you were jealous of these many girls was an understatement. It seemed Tony threw them away, unsatisfied by them, but you still yearned just for the attention and affection he had shown them. Even if only for a short amount of time, you just wanted him to notice you. After a year of crushing on him, and dealing with the continuous stream of girls that flowed through the Tower's doors, you were getting seriously fed up. And, you started to feel extremely less confident in yourself ever time another woman who could easily pass as a model decided to strike up a conversation with you the morning after.

So, in short, when Tony announced you and your friends would be playing Seven Minutes in Heaven, your heart dropped. The possibility of drawing his name out of the paper bag on the table in front of you made nervousness erupt in your stomach like a flurry of angry butterflies. 

"Hello? Y/N?" Tony asked, startling you away from your thoughts.

"Huh?" You responded dumbly, making Clint suppress a laugh next to you. You elbowed your friend, silently hating the fact that, a couple of months ago, his super-spy-senses helped him notice the signs of, and gradually figure out your crush on Tony.

"Nat, congrats! You get to go first!" He said, a grin on his face before it dropped because of a pointed look the redhead shot his way. "Okay, the angry spider-lady doesn't feel like playing." Tony said, slight fear lacing his voice. "Change of plans. Y/N, you get to draw first!"

You groaned, but grabbed the bag from the table anyways. You shuffled through the names while glaring at Tony, who seemed unfazed by your annoyed look. After rifling through the slips of paper, you finally got a grip on one, and pulled it out of the bag. Unfortunately, the slip held the name of the person you couldn't decide whether you wanted to kiss, or slap in the face for being such an idiot.