Marvel One Shots

Coffee Breath (Tony)

Rosie was sat at her desk in her new room in the Avengers Tower, formerly known as Stark Tower, when Darcy flopped onto her bed, letting out a loud sigh. Annoyed, the blonde woman looked up with a sour look on her face. She was right in the middle of writing a personality summary up for Fury on the man she'd been following constantly for the past few days, and was no where near in the mood to deal with Darcy at this point in time, no matter if she was her best friend or not. "What?!" She snapped, causing Darcy to nonchalantly lift her head, shrug moodily, and throw herself back onto the bed. With a roll of her eyes, Rosie stood up and walked over to the bed. "Bull. You never act like this unless something's up. Tell me what it is or don't tell me ever; I need to get this summary done." Her bluntness snapped the other girl out of her mood.

"Apparently we have to do a project with Stark and Bruce." Darcy's words were quick and slurred together; Rosie could barely understand. "What? Slow down, and explain it to me. Slower." Darcy sat up sharply. "We, as in 'You and I', have to do a project, or 'work with', Stark and Bruce." She was clearly annoyed over having to repeat the dreaded news again. Now that Rosie finally understood, she ran a frustrated hand through her hair. Darcy and Bruce were in a weird situation, where it was clear they liked each other but would get really awkward and shy around each other.

And then there was Stark.

Rosie and Tony didn't usually get along. They were too similar; sarcastic, stubborn as hell, independent, eccentric, and very outspoken. They nearly always butted heads, and to make matters worse, Rosie couldn't help but fall hopelessly in love with him. Luckily, contrary to Darcy, she could handle herself perfectly well when he was around, but she was still none too keen to have to work with him; endless arguments, frustration, and unneeded stress was definitely in her future.

The look of cold, hard dread that filled her eyes and the dull tone she took gave her thoughts away. "Well. This will be fun."

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"Gah!!" She shouted, leaning up against the hallway wall and sliding down to the ground, her hands moving up to her hair in frustration. Rosie was angry, stressed, and hadn't been able to get a single thing done because someone thought it'd be funny to see how much he had to press her buttons before she snapped. And now she was in the hallway, trying desperately to calm down so she didn't turn herself into some kind of ferocious animal and aim her jaws at the billionaire's throat. Things had gotten so out of hand that Bruce, sensing Rosie's rising anger and knowing he needed to stay away for the good of everyone else, left the room. Darcy went with him, because they were working together, and she was then left alone with Tony. "Why can't he stop being such an ass?! It's not that hard!!" Young Ms. Coulson continued to rant to herself for the next couple minutes. "I mean, if I can be friendly to everyone, we can't he?!" Somewhere in her extensive release of her pent up feelings she started cursing (a better alternative to smoking, which she usually did to relieve stress), and within a couple of minutes she felt somewhat calm enough to go back into the room.

She strode back in, a defiant look on her pretty face. Sitting down at her chair again, her blue-green eyes scanned the room to find no trace of Tony anywhere. 'Oh well, it's easier without him, anyway.' Picking up her pen, she began to take notes on the engineering of the building that Natasha and Clint would soon have to infiltrate, along with her help; her job was to team up with Tony and find the weaknesses, but she could manage alone.

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She'd started the work about three hours ago, and was still nowhere near done. Tony still had yet to show himself. "Just like Tony; leave and let the other person do the work." Rosie growled in frustration. "What about me, Animal?" Casting a glance over her shoulder, she saw Mr. Tony Stark sauntering over, two to-go mugs in his hands. He set one down in front of her, and resumed his old position across from her. Eyeing the cup carefully, she quirked an eyebrow. "What is it and what'd you do to it?" Her gaze slid from the cup to Tony. "Why would I do anything to it? It's a mocha, by the way. I knew you liked them and figured you could use it. It's from that joint down the street; the one that has the writing clinic you like to go to every Saturday night."

"How'd you know I go to the clinic every Saturday?" Her interest was piqued. "And how'd you know I like mochas?" The clever man shrugged. "You're quite easy to figure out, especially when we're so similar." Rosie bit her lip, not sure what to say. She just looked at him, while she took a tentative sip of the hot beverage. "Astonished, Ms. Coulson?" She shrugged her shoulders, and was now ultra-aware of every one of her senses; she felt her blonde tresses move as she shrugged, felt the heat radiating off the mug, heard every one of Stark's breaths. "Kinda. I never though you cared, seeing as you're always looking for a fight with me." He came around from his side of the table to sit in the chair to her left. "I pick fights because I care." For the billionth time today, she rolled her eyes at him. "Your logic is so crystal clear." She felt Tony's hands on her own, taking her coffee and putting it on the table. "I only knew you went to the clinic on Saturdays because I was trying to find the perfect time to ask you out. I think we'd work well together; it'd always be interesting, that's for sure." A blush grew on Rosie's cheeks, and she felt like a teenager again; or at least, she assumed this was what a teenager felt like. With all of her intense schooling and military work, she'd never really had the chance to be a teenage girl.

"Well... That was unexpected. What, are you going to tell me that you like to stay home and look up funny cat videos on YouTube in your free time now?" Tony chuckled. "That's exactly why I love you."

And then he kissed her.

At first it was slow, like he was testing the waters, and when Rosie finally kissed back, the passion and intensity grew. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and hers around his neck. For all of the fighting they'd done earlier, this definitely made up for it. When they both could no longer breathe, they pulled away slowly. Tony rested his forehead against hers, and Rosie smiled at him.

"You have terrible coffee breath." Tony said, and Rosie was practically able to hear the smirk he wore in his voice. "Just shut up and kiss me."

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Darcy and Bruce watched to two secretly from the other room, occasionally glancing at each other to smile broadly. "I knew it'd happen eventually. Tony can barely keep his eyes off her when she's in the room." Bruce rolled his eyes. "It was getting ridiculous." The other scientist nodded. "She never said anything, but I could tell she liked him." Bruce put his arm around her shoulders. "We did good, didn't we?" She looked up at him with a tiny smile. "I believe we did, Doctor Banner."