WinterIron one shots

Damn, this is why i hate parties

Word count: 2474

Summary: soulmate au. Don't age until your soulmates says the words inscribed on your forearm. - Tony just wants to be a lucky one.

( I was craving a soulmate au. 🤷‍♀️)

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Contrary to popular belief, Tony Stark actually hated parties. Oh sure he could charm and dazzle the hell out of the guests, but he never liked it. The loud music and obnoxious drunks dancing about trying desperately to shove their tongues down your throat.

If anyone actually took the time to look hard enough they would be able to see the strain in his smile, the way his eye would twitch ever so slightly whenever someone approached and tried to talk to him.

And okay, maybe perhaps it wasn't just the idiots grinding up on each other and the screaming in someone's ear just to be heard that irritated him.

It could possibly, might have something to do with the words imprinted on his forearm. The bold, black script scrawled on his flesh.

His Soul Mate's first words to him.

'Damn. This is why I hate parties.'

Not the most promising greeting.

Soul Mates. The entire idea was ridiculous.

Tony was perfectly happy with the way things were. Frozen at twenty-one had to be the greatest thing ever.

Maybe to some people the whole "Growing old together." thing was romantic in a Shakespearean sort of way. But Tony saw it for what it was. A death sentence.

Who would want to give up a life of eternal youth just to be with someone you might not even like?

You didn't need your Soul Mate to be happy. His own parents had proven that.

Howard and Maria Stark hadn't been Soul Mates and yet they had been perfectly happy. They'd spent decades together, had a child and planned to live the rest of forever by each other's side.

To Tony, that was what a Soul Mate really was. Someone who wanted to spend forever with you. You didn't need a few fancy words or weird ass biology to have a wonderful life with a person who loved you. All you needed was a person who wanted to spend forever together.

Tony gazed back down at his forearm, reading the dreaded skin curse once more for the hundredth time that night. 'Damn. This is why I hate parties.'

"Well you and me both buddy." Tony mumbled.

It wasn't a promise of a happy future together. It was more like a warning.

Knowing Tony's bad luck he'd most likely be one of those 1% cases that gets left behind before their bond even connects.

He'd heard about mates who met each other, one half of the pair saying those stupid words that started the clock ticking, only to have the other person take off.

That had to be the stupidest and most fucked up part of the whole deal. You say your words and then your partner walks off, leaving you behind to slowly grow old and whither away all alone.

It had happened to his Godfather Obie, the man turning into a bitter old ass and cursing both Howard and Tony for not having their own issues.

He didn't want to be that person. He didn't want to age and die alone. Even if you do find a Soul Mate that doesn't automatically mean you get a happily ever after.

This was so fucking stupid, he thought as he roughly yanked his sleeve down to cover those damn words.

Sometimes he was convinced Rhodey was trying to get him killed. Dragging him to party after party, hoping the genius would finally bump into that 'special someone'.