Marvel Imagines: Book Two

Smart Ass (Tony X Reader)

Requested by GrindelwaldSparrow

"For the first and last time, Stark, I work with you, not for you. So, the next time you ask for coffee, I will shove my foot so far up your ass that it'll meet your head." You says with an overly sweet tone, and pout from the wall you had just ducked behind.

"Oh look, you just turned me on so much that you gave my middle finger an erection." Tony says, flipping you off but not looking away from the screen infront of him.

You scoff, "Text book, Tony. I'm disappointed, truly. In fact, start calling me Dad."

Tony turns his head, brow quirked. His tongue darts out, wetting his lips as he looks you up and down. "I'm surprised you know that word considering Daddy left."

"And still he was more present than Howard." You smile, bat your eyelashes to seem innocent while your boyfriend watches you with narrowed eyes from the other side of the lab. He shoves his hands into his pockets, cocks his head to the side as you get back to work.

It was silent for a while, the quiet hum of tinkering the only sound to resonate within the walls. But, Tony had to run it as perusal. "If you ran like your mouth, you'd be in god shape."

"Two words, one finger." You mumble around the screwdriver between your teeth.

"Fuck me?" Tony wags his brows, wiggles his middle finger.

"Nope. Ditto, babe." You raise your own middle finger, and use your other hand to remove the screwdriver, slotting it into the screw infront of you.

Tony groans, rolls his eyes. "But we haven't had lab sex in ages."

"Keep rolling your eyes, you might find a brain back there."

"And you said I was textbook." He moves around his work station, which was really just a cluttered mess that takes up over half of the lab. Nothing's organised, just slung over every surface or tucked away inside unused materials.

You smile to yourself when two arms wrap around your waist, scruff brushes against your neck. Tony plants a kiss to your skin and smiles.

"How are they together? I don't think I've ever heard one civilised conversation." Steve asks, turning his head to Nat who stands outside of the lab with him. The pair waiting to enter but not wanting to interrupt whatever erotic thing was going on inside.

"Her sarcasm matches his sarcasm, it's a match made in heaven as far as i'm concerned."

The red head smiles when she hears you giggle and tugs on Steve's arm, pulling him away from the lab to give you and Tony space.