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"Hey, (Y/N)? On a scale of one to ten, how bad do you think—"
"At least a twenty," you reply without looking up from your book. Tony sighs dramatically and plops on the couch next to you.
"You didn't even let me finish," he grumbles.
"I don't need to in order to know it's a bad idea."
"But (Y/N/N)," he whines. You slam your book shut and glare at him.
"What, Tony?" He smiles sweetly.
"Should I make another suit?" You groan and lay your head on the back of the couch.
"No. You almost blew up the lab last time you tired to add extra powered lasers on a suit that wasn't even ready," or mind him.
"But I learned from my mistake," he protests.
"No, you did not."
"Please, (Y/N)." You look over at his pouting face, his bottom lip sticking out and everything. You grin evilly, knowing that what you're about to say will make him forget about the whole new suit thing.
"You can build a new suit if we can get a dog." Tony scoffs.
"You know how I feel about a dog running around the compound."
"Those are my conditions. I'll have J.A.R.V.I.S lock you out of your lab if you try to build another goddamn suit." Tony groans and stands.
"Fine." He stomps away like a child and you go back to reading your book, satisfied with the quiet.
"Why is Tony pouting?" Steve asks from the kitchen.
"Oh, he wants to build another suit. I told him no." Steve chuckles.
"You two argue like a married couple."
"No we don't." Steve hands you some coffee and you smile gratefully.
"If anyone else were to tell him no, he'd do it anyway. When you tell him no, he listens."
"So?"
"That man is head over heels in love with you," a voice calls from above. You look up and see Clint's head sticking out of the vents.
"God? Is that you?"
"What the hell are you doing up there?" Steve asks.
"Hiding from Nat."
"What did you do this time?" Clint looks at Steve, offended.
"Why is it always my fault?" he complains.
"Because it usually is," you reply, sipping your coffee.
