It was a beautiful day out on the campus of the California Institute of Technology and Bruce Banner couldn’t help but enjoy it, escaping from the lab for a bit to relish the warming rays of the sun and the light breeze. He was strolling in between the buildings when he spotted you.
You were struggling to keep hold of all your things, two sizable canvases under one arm, a clear tool box that seemed to be filled with art supplies filling its hand, a messenger bag with a mess of papers sticking out of it slung over the opposite shoulder, and, in your other hand, a carefully balanced tray of beakers and vials.
He tilted his head and gave a little grin at the sight before noticing a little too late that the lace of your neon green converse was untied. There was nothing he could do to save the breakers as the tray went crashing to the ground but he did manage to keep you from a what would have been a rather painful face plant, grasping your upper arm firmly.
You wobbled before regaining your balance, looking at the shattered remains of your testing supplies, “Crap.”
You sighed, “Well that could have been much worse,” before looking up at him with a grin, “Thanks for rescuing me.”
“No problem.” He mumbled, taking in your appearance now that he was up close.
Your (h/c) locks were pulled away from your face in a tousled bun that was just barely staying put, your (e/c) eye were sparkling with what he could only describe as mischief with a dash of innocence as odd as that seemed, and your dimpled smile could likely power the entire west coast.
You stuck out a paint covered hand in his direction and, snapping out of his thoughts about you, he took it, surprised at your gentle but firm grip, as you offered, “I’m (F/n) (L/n). May I ask your name so that I can thank you properly for saving me from an untimely meeting with the floor?”
He gave you a shy grin as he supplied, “Banner. Bruce Banner.”
You gave him the brightest smile, “Well then Bruce, thank you. It’s truly been a pleasure to meet you.”
If that memory had been a picture it would have been worn and faded from the number of times he had revisited it, meeting you for the first time. He’d known immediately that he was hooked, that there wasn’t going to be any way to forget you and he hadn’t wanted to.
In the following days he’d quickly found out that you were studying for your Doctorate in Biochemistry as well as a Masters in Fine Arts and that, like him, most considered you a genius in your field.
You’d sought each other out like magnets, unable to stay apart. Starting out first as friends and then as so much more. You were his saving grace, everything that had happened to him up until then didn’t matter when he was with you.
Bruce was torn from his memories as the agent in front of him ushered him towards his destination. He went through a large set of double doors that slid open to allow him access and he spied the man he knew to be Fury across the room.
Before either of them could speak or the doors could even close, he heard a familiar voice ring out from down the hall, “Fury! If you don’t reign in your Iron Dog, I will drop him out an air lock with no suit.”
You came into view, tugging an unhappy looking Anthony Stark along by his ear, and Bruce’s jaw dropped.
Sweeping into the room without looking around, you leveled Fury with an unamused glare, “ Oi Patchy the Pirate, Listen here. I can handle cheeky and arrogant, but I do not tolerate blatantly annoying. If he can’t behave like a reasonable human being he is not allowed in my lab. End of story.”
Tony was pouting as Fury glared at him, the man knew that you generally enjoyed Stark’s company so he must have done something particularly bad for you to end up so riled.
Just as Fury was about to set into him, Bruce regained the use of his voice, having been entirely shocked at seeing you again after all these years, “(F/n)?”
You quickly spun, knowing that voice the moment it hit your ears, “Bruce?”
You gave a wide grin, just the same as the day he first met you, and threw your arms around him in a hug. He couldn’t help but return it heartily as you gushed, “It’s so good to see you. It’s been far too long. I can’t believe you’re here of all places.”
You tensed, pulling away to look at him as you had a sudden realization, “You’re here of all places.”
Your brows were furrowed as you spun to face Fury again, “He’s here. You promised me you wouldn’t bring him into this.”
Fury looked to be formulating an answer to this when you punched him in the face hard enough for him to tumble backwards into a table, surprising all of them. A light wind whipped up around you as you leaned over him, to seethe, “It was the only thing I ever asked for. You promised me you wouldn’t go after Banner.”
Fury leveled you with an intense glare, “I think it would be best if you calmed down Agent (L/n). He’s here now and you will just have to deal with it.”
You clenched your jaw, glaring down at him, before taking a few deep breaths and the wind died down.
Flashing Bruce a quick apologetic look, you shoved a finger in the now standing Fury’s face, “You are not forgiven, so keep the hell out of my sight. Send Coulson if it’s important.”
You pointed to Tony, “And you. You are not allowed in my lab until you have decided to act like a sane adult that doesn’t have a death wish.”
With that you spun and left, leaving all three of them to look after you with slightly bewildered looks on their faces.
You sigh as you lay in the snow, shutting your eyes as the sky grew dark above you, hearing nothing but the soft crunch of the animals around you as they crept through the frozen land and just let your body dead weight. ‘Nothing cool ever happens here… I wish I could go to New York; at least the Avengers are there... I bet they’d be great to party with…” you think. You jerk, sitting bold up right as a loud sonic boom rang out, shaking snow laden trees so hard that the powder fell in large chunks to the ground, all the animals scarring for hiding places as you glanced up at the sky. “Holy shit!?” you gasp in shock as something crashes to the ground a couple hundred yards away, sending not only snow into the air but dirt and metal bits as well. You quickly got to your feet, running over to the crash and peeked over the edge of a small crater. “JARVIS… what happened…?” Tony mumbled from the busted Iron Man suit. “Oh my god… I-Iron Man?!” you breathe, scrambling down the crater side and leaned over him. “Oh, great, there’s a kid here…” he groaned, sitting up and winced as the last shreds of his armor fell off. “Great.” “W-what brings you all the way out here, Mr. Stark?” you ask. “Nothing that concerns you, Kid.” He snapped. “Fine then, I guess I’ll leave your sorry ass here in the middle of nowhere.” You growl, standing and walking away. “By the way, I’m not a little kid. I’m over twenty-one.” You turn back and glare at him. “”Wait, don’t leave me here all alone!” he scrambled out of the crater, racing after you as you trudged through the deep snow and huddled next to you for warmth. “If you don’t want to be left alone then don’t call me a kid.” You huff. “But… but you look like a kid. I mean… you have a baby face.” He pinched your left cheek, wincing as you punched him in the arm and backed away. “Most women would die to still look like a teenager…” he muttered under his breath. “Yeah, well, I always get carded and half the time I still can’t get a drink because they think it’s a fake I.D….” you growl, quickening your pace and tripped over a hidden log. “Oof?!” “You okay, Kid?” he chuckled, holding his hand out to you and smiled. “I told you I’m not a kid!” you slap at his hand. “Well until I know your name it’s what I’m going to call you.” He grabbed you by the elbow, pulling you to your feet and held on as you tried to throw him off. “I’m not going to let you go until you calm down, Kiddo.” He wrapped his arms around you as you flailed around. “My name is not “Kid”! It’s (Y/n)!” you growl, biting down on his arm and smirked as he let go, backing away and checking his arm. “I can’t believe you bit me!” he stared at you in shock. “Well what do you expect?! You keep calling me a kid and you wouldn’t let me go!” you growled. “C-can we pl-please get some wh-where warm now…? It’s fr-fr-freezing!” he rubbed his arms, shivering and staring at you with pleading brown eyes. You sigh, rolling your eyes as you take your jacket off and tossed it at him. “Here, that should keep you warm until we reach my place. I’m afraid you’ll have to stay with me until the end of the week.” You start walking again, shaking your head as he hastily pulled the jacket on and raced after you. “So why do I have to stay with you? Why can’t you just drive me to the nearest town?’ he watches as you shiver slightly. “The road is blocked by the snow right now; the city won’t come with the snowplow until Sunday. You could always try walking but I wouldn’t suggest it.” You dig your hands deep into your snow pants, huffing slightly as you go up the small incline and sighed as you saw your cabin nestled in the large pines. “So why do you live up here? Too much partying going on in the city for your country tastes?” he smirked. “Not at all. This is my families land and I can’t just sell it.” You shrug, opening the back door and stripped yourself of shoes and snow pants. “So you’ll be here for three days, make yourself comfortable.” You shut and locked the door after he got inside. “Where’s your phone?” “In the kitchen, but the lines are down.” You go into the family room, grabbing a blanket and wrapping it around yourself. ‘I wonder how he’ll react to being so low-tech.” you laugh, turning and seeing him staring at you. “What?” “Do you have any way of communicating?” “I have a busted radio in the garage.” You point to a door. “Great, I’ll get that working and be out of here by tomorrow.” He clapped his hands together. “Right… well I’m going to bed so… just don’t destroy my stuff.” You wave, going to your room and shut the door. You smile slightly, crawling into bed and shut your eyes. You had three days alone, trapped in a cabin with Tony Stark.
The ceiling is gray and lifeless and you hate it. You hate everything about this stupid Hellicarrier, except for maybe the tech, though some days you hated that too.
You had had your reservations about joining SHEILD when they approached you after high school; you had wanted to go to college, to have a life of your own, but they hadn’t really given you much of a choice. It was- become an agent of SHEILD- or -get locked up in a government lab and become a test subject for the rest of your life.
Obviously, you chose the option that didn’t involve you becoming a human pincushion.
As jobs went it wasn’t bad- it paid well enough, they provided any schooling or training that you needed, and you mostly enjoyed the work. Fury let you work alone a good percentage of the time, which was the way you liked it. You just couldn’t stand the Hellicarrier. It was hard to escape people on here, as the other agents, particularly Barton, roamed even the most remote corners. Not to mention you liked the feel of solid ground under your feet.
The soft jingle of your phone erupted from somewhere near the door and you let out a heavy sigh before heaving yourself off the bed to retrieve it. You answered it and before you could even say anything, Fury barked, “Meeting. Conference room. Now,” and abruptly hu up.
You didn’t bother to glance in the mirror before heading off, but if you had you would have noted that for once you actually looked semi-presentable- a recent field mission had graced your skin with a tan that hadn’t faded yet, you had slept and eaten well the past couple of days- a small miracle- and your skin and eyes reflected it, and finall,y your hair, while disheveled, fell attractively around your face, giving you a sexy bed head look. You moved toward your destination quickly, smiling and sometimes waving at familiar faces. It wasn’t that you didn’t like the people you worked with, in fact you got on really well with Clint and Tasha, among others, you just never felt like they really cared. There was always that feeling in the back of your mind that they were friendly because it was convenient, because they were afraid, or worst of all because it allowed them to judge you all the more intimately.
You reached the conference room fairly quickly, slipping in quietly in hopes of get through whatever this was without Fury putting you on the spot. Unfortunately luck was not on your side today,as Coulson immediately noticed your presence- he always noticed- and after grinning as a way of greeting you, nudged Fury.
“Glad you finally decided to grace us with your presence, Agent (L/n),” he boomed in an unamused voice and you frowned, “It has only been approximately three minutes and fifteen seconds since you hung up on me sir- rude by the way- the only way I could have possibly made you wait was if you notified me after you expected me to be here. In which case, my tardiness is entirely your fault.”
The vein on Fury’s neck looked like it was about to burst.
“Oooo Fury got schooled,” came a familiar deep voice from your right, making you aware that you hadn’t looked around the room properly. You did so now noting that the voice came from no other than Tony Stark- the two of you had worked together before and you flashed him a quick smile to which he winked in return. There were some other familiar faces sitting around the table- next to Tony on your right was Captain America, or Steve as most on the Hellicarrier knew him, you knew him only in passing and from what Coulson gushed to you. On the other side of the table, were Clint and Tasha, who looked to be engaged in some silent conversation, and you smiled- they would make a cute couple if they would just get on with it already.
It seemed the only person you didn’t know was the dark haired man sitting on his own at the far end of the room, lost in thought. Seeing as Fury had blown a gasket shortly after your little conversation and poor Coulson was desperately attempting to calm him down as he continuously ranted, you made your way over to introduce yourself as that was the polite thing to do.
I was at my luxurious penthouse, Watching tv and Drawing rough sketches of Dresses. I am a famous fashion designer, there was the TV glaring and scattered ripped papers everywhere around me. I walked to the big kitchen to see if my soup's ready.I wish I had a maid but I decided not to get one.I looked out the big window as I watch the rain droplets running down on the window. It was raining and the leaves on the trees were losing it's color and fell to the wet ground. After I lit a cinnamon scented candle on the dining table, I heard the doorbell rang. It wasn't any other doorbell. It played a snippet of my favorite song,(f/s) by (artist) every time you pressed the doorbell. I hummed to the song, Ready, Aim, fire by imagine dragons as I walked towards the door and I opened it. There, in the doorway, was Ryan. Ryan is an old high school friend, next door neighbor and He always gets me my mail. He's so nice. So nice that it's gotten me thinking if he loves me.
"Here you go miss _______!" Ryan said as he handed me the mail. "I'm sorry _______, I can't stay.I have to go to the hospital."
"Why? are you sick?" I said with a worried expression on my face.
"Oh don't worry! It's a check up!" He laughed softly as he turned around to go. He turned around to look back at me and waved.
"Hope you have a good one!" I smiled as I waved back. I shut the door behind me. I turned off the TV and Went back to the kitchen I sat in the dining room as I looked through the mail. Junk mail.....Fashion magazine.....Bill.....bill..... Fancy invitation. Wait, fancy invitation? I took the invitation and I opened it. The invite was grey and glittery. It was a masquerade! I never been to one. I looked at the invite again and it was tomorrow night at 7. I turned the stove off as I grabbed my laptop and went on skype. I clicked on my friend, (friend's name) and video called her. She picked up.
"I'm going to a masquerade party!" I said as I smiled as I took a spoonful of soup.
"From who?" She asked as she took a sip of her coffee.
"It's the masquerade ball hosted by George clooney." I read the invitation.
"GEORGE CLOONEY?" She said, with a surprised expression as she started fangirling. "You have to take me with you!"
"Sorry, by invitation only." I said.
"Aww," She said as she frowned a little bit.
"I'm sorry, ______" I said as I Got up. "I gotta go. Bye!"
"Okay remember to tell me EVERYTHING when you get back!" She waved as she logged off. I Laughed a little as I logged off. I finished my soup and I went to my room and started to find what dress am I going to wear. I found the perfect one...
Before I stepped out of my Ashton Martin, I tied my masquerade mask on. I walked on the red carpet as I smiled at the cameras and People started to come up to me with microphones and cameras. After Posing and smiling, I Walked in and I see all the famous people from Famous singers to Actors and Actresses, All wearing Masquerade masks. I smiled to anyone who looked at me stunned. As I walked to the bar, I felt like I was being watched, but I ignored it. I smiled at the bartender.
I walked into the mansion to see famous people all with masquerade masks. Girls tried to get to me but I Have my eyes on the girl who's in (f/c) dress, all alone. "Uh hey mr. sexy," One blonde said. "So what's up's Mr. Stark?" Another girl said. They tried to hug me But I pushed them back slowly. "Sorry, girls" I said. "Already got a girl I have my eyes on." I smirked as I walked away from them and Walked towards the girl at the bar.
"What can I get you, miss ________?" He smiled. He was kinda cute. I smiled softly as I was about to say A cosmopolitan, but Someone ordered for me. "Get this woman a Martini, Shaken not stirred and A scotch on the rocks for me." The man said. "Yes Mr. stark." I turned to see the man in a red and gold masquerade mask.
"Thanks for ordering for me but I wanted A cosmopolitan." I smiled at him softly.
"Uh, bartender!" He called. I put my hand on his shoulder. We looked into each others' eyes and everything around us just stopped We were just paying attention to each other. It just went silent. Just like that.
"Uh, It's fine, I'll take the martini." I said as I let go of his shoulder.
"I'm _______ _______." I introduced myself to him as I took a sip of the martini. "I know who you are. Tony Stark. Billionaire,genius, playboy,philanthropist." I smirked.
Yeah I know who you are. _______. Famous fashion designer." He said as I looked at his Chocolate brown eyes. I smiled softly. I sat at the bar with tony. We talked for two hours and We had A lot in common. Then a song came on and I hummed to it. Tony put his hand out. "Dance with me," He said.
"I would love to, Iron man!~"He smiled as I grabbed his hand and He leaded me out to the dance floor. He grabbed me by the waist and we waltz around the dance floor. After we danced we walked out into the balcony, No one was there. just us too. We smiled as I looked up to the night sky. After 2 long minutes of silence, Tony broke the silence. "_______, we have a lot in common, and Ahem, I was thinking if you want to be my girlfriend?" Tony said as He cleared his throat. "You're just so beautiful!" I blushed deeply at the compliment. At the same time, I was shocked. I was in love with him when I first laid my eyes on him. "I thought you had a thing with pepper," I said as I blushed deeper and deeper. "Pepper? Oh no she's not my girlfriend. The media thinks we are in a relationship though.Those bastards." He said as he looked up to the stars. I tugged his sleeve softly as he pulled me closer by the waist. I looked up to him. I smiled. I untied my mask and set it aside. "I'll gladly be you girlfriend," I said as I winked. He grabbed my chin and leaned in, I kissed him back passionately. I put my arms around his neck. His hands started playing with my hair. To be honest, He was a good kisser. I then heard gasps and the paparazzi cameras clicking. "That bitch...." One girl said. We didn't care if we're gonna in tomorrow's magazine and newspaper covers. ~ The end~ MAYBE? I was thinking of making this into a series?
This was officially the worst idea you had ever had. You didn’t know a thing about New York even though you’d been born here. Your parents had sent you to boarding school in England at a young age and it was there that you had grown up, gone to college, and pretty much lived your life. That’s not to say you weren’t loved or that you were abandoned, your family visited you often, but since you didn’t like to fly they always came to you.
You looked up at the buildings that towered over you ominously, it had definitely changed since then. Being lost wasn’t actually such a bad thing or well it wouldn’t be if the sky wasn’t drenching you with water that was threatening to turn into snow as the temperature crept lower.
You cursed yourself for all the mistakes you’d made today- leaving without your warm outer coat, losing your wallet at the checkpoint, letting your phone run out of batteries, pretty much this whole day was a mistake.
You looked around, there was hardly anyone out in this weather and those that were out weren’t about to stop and give you directions. You missed London and it’s people already. You came to the edge of Central Park, that much you recognized, but you had no idea what side of it this was or which direction your destination was from there.
On the plane you’d convinced yourself it would be easy to find. It was supposedly one of the tallest buildings and flashy as all hell but from your current position it seemed like there wasn’t going to be any way to find it. You tugged at the bandage on your forearm through the long sleeve of your shirt, pausing your journey to lean against a railing in the park as you tried to get your bearings or remember anything useful from your childhood.
Bruce spotted you before saw him, he was out taking a break from the lab, walking through Central Park to clear his head. He liked the rain, less people were out when it was raining so he could explore the city with a little more confidence, and the cool air felt good against his unnaturally warm skin. For that reason he wore only a light jacket, carrying an umbrella to keep dry.
His first thoughts when he saw you from afar was that you were crazy to be out in this weather dressed as you were. The only warm thing you had on was a smooth scarf around your neck, the rest of your outfit consisting of jeans, a light sweater, and worn leather boots that went up to your knee.
When he got close enough to see you properly he wasn’t surprised to see that you were shivering. He looked you over, you were actually rather pretty, despite being all wet, and you looked to be on the verge of tears. He took a few steps closer and you looked up, traces of hope flickering in your eyes.
When your eyes met his, he gave you a hesitant smile and you gave a small smile back, striding over, “Excuse me? I’m so sorry to bother you but you’re the first friendly face I’ve seen all day. Could you possibly give me directions to Stark Tower?”
Your voice was just as he imagined it, soft and melodious, what he didn’t anticipate was the British accent or that where you wanted to go was where he’d just come from.
He struggled internally over what to do before deciding there was no harm in helping you get to your destination, you didn’t have to know anything about him and it probably wasn’t going to be long enough for something bad to happen.
He stepped forward, sheltering you from the cutting rain under his umbrella, “I was actually headed back in that direction. I can take you there if you’d like.”
You let out a relieved sigh, “That would be fantastic.”
You grinned at him and stuck out a soggy hand, “I’m (F/n) by the way.”
“Bruce.” He offered grabbing your hand only to recoil, quickly shrugging off his jacket, “You’re freezing! Here.”
The jacket was shoved into your hands before you could protest and you ducked your head and murmured “Thank you,” as you pulled it on. He lead you toward Stark Tower querying curiously, “Can I ask how exactly you came to be lost in New York city in the rain?”
You sighed, “It’s a rather long story… I left London on a whim, not really thinking, and ended up here with no money, as I lost my wallet in the airport, a dead cell phone, and absolutely no knowledge of the city. The whole thing was a rather poor decision on my part.”
He nodded coming to a stop in front of the tower, “We’re here.”
You looked up grumbling, “I was so bloody close,” before turning to him, “Would you like to come up?”
He tilted his head, not at your question, but at the implication that you had access to the tower. Thinking he found you too forward, you hurriedly corrected, “You’ve been very kind, a god send really, I’d like to dry your jacket for you at least and maybe it will have stopped raining by the time that’s over and done with.”
Bruce studied your face, you seemed sincere enough and now he was very curious, so he just nodded. You sloshed into the sleek lobby of the tower, earning yourself a glare from the receptionist, which you ignored, making your way to the elevator. You pressed your hand to the sensor and to Bruce’s surprise the doors slid open, you motioned for him to follow you with a small smile.
Tony had been gone for quite a while at a conference. He would be there for another day before he could even think about coming home to his tower.
This was your perfect chance. Pep, JARVIS, and you had been planning this stunt for a while, but never really had a chance to pull it off.
"JARVIS, bring up the blueprints for this floor, please," you told the machine.
"Would you like me to label everything you need to take, Miss?"
"If you don't mind. Just highlight everything we need to find and we'll start taking."
A holo-blueprint emerged from the table near the window, showing every room on this floor. Red highlights were scattered everywhere; there seemed to be more red on the map than anything else.
"This is going to take forever," Pepper sighed, "you take those rooms and I'll work on these. We have until noon tomorrow before he gets home."
"Definitely need to more quickly then." Putting your hair up in a ponytail, you grabbed your box and began to clean house.
Tony hummed a song as he entered the living room, kicking off his shoes. Plopping down on the couch, he sighed with his new time for relaxation. He didn't stay long, however, before he got up and sauntered to the bar, noticing that there were no bottles.
"JARVIS, where are my drinks?" His eyes scanned the cabinets under the bar trying to find anything he could drink.
"You're drinks are on your bar, Sir."
"No they aren't, I'm looking and I don't see anything." Tony walked up to the wall and opened a special compartment that use to have a scotch.
The man ran around the floor, crying out for you and Pepper. There was no way you were telling him about the mission.
Tony sighs wearily as he retreats from the living room, running an exhausted hand through his hair. You glance at him over your shoulder before turning your attention back to preparing lunch.
“Any luck?” you inquire as you place the cheese atop the bread already toasting in the pan.
You weren’t exactly sure what would please him the most, but you were fairly certain grilled cheese would be a safe bet. Tony sighs yet again as he moves to lean on the counter beside you, swiping up a piece of cheese. You give a halfhearted frown, opting not to say anything with him in such a haggard shape.
“Not a word. I can’t get the kid to say a single word.”
You smirk as you take the bread from the pan, giving Tony a slight smirk.
“I thought you said he liked you. Or were you using that term loosely?”
You’d been hoping to lighten the mood, but Tony is genuinely upset by Harley’s lack of desire to make conversation. It’d had been a couple of hours since you’d all left the court house, for good you hoped. Tony had showed Harley to his new room and the boy hadn’t come out since. It was actually Harley who called up Tony, asked him if he knew how to help his mother. Ms. Keener had quite the alcoholic addiction and Harley was desperate to help her as best any young child could.
There wasn’t much of a court battle. His mother admitted she had a problem and felt Tony would be a suitable guardian, after all he did have the money to ensure her son had a bright future. And Tony also decided to pay for her rehab. Harley’s stay here would only be temporary, only until his mother was deemed well. So it wasn’t as if the boy would never see his mother again, but you were sure it had to be hard.
“I don’t know why he’s behaving like this. He wouldn’t shut up the first time I met him.”
You move to place a hand on your fiance’s shoulder, kissing him lightly on the cheek.
“I’m sure he just misses his mother, is all. Unfit or not, his mother is still his mother. But he knows it temporary and he just needs a little time. Besides you were the one who decided to step up and take him in.”
“Well I wasn’t going to let them ship him off to some foster family.”
You shut off the stove before turning on your heels to take Tony’s head into your hands, “I know and that’s one of the reasons I love you.”
You both freeze at the sound of Harley’s voice and turn to face the small boy, lingering absently in the archway leading to the kitchen. You smile at him sweetly as you offer his full attention.
“Got anything to eat?”
“Sure do! You like grilled cheese?”
“That’s a ridiculous question. Who doesn’t like grilled cheese.”
There’s a playful smirk on the boy’s face and you glance to Tony to gauge his reaction. His face is neutral, a clear sign that he merely observing the situation. Harley slides into a stool at the island in the kitchen and you sweep up the plate of sandwiches from beside the stove and place them before the boy. He grins widely before swiftly taking up a sandwich and biting in. You lean on the counter across from him, elbows rested on the counter and your head propped up in your hands.
Harley nods eagerly as he swallows the last bit of his sandwich before moving to take up another one. You grin as you reach out a hand to ruffle his hair and he smiles in kind.
“Thirsty?” you call as you move towards the fridge, opening it and glancing over your shoulder as you awaited his response.
“You bet! Got any Coke?”
“You bet’cha!” you draw a can of coke from the fridge, swiftly handing it to Tony.
He eyes you with dismay and you merely smile.
“Go on and give it to him. Bond or whatever,” you say with a smile as you turn to head out of the kitchen.
Tony snatches up your wrist as you move to leave. He pulls you in close, wrapping his arms around your waist. He leans in close to whisper in your ear.
“How’d you know he’d come down.”
You chuckle into his shoulder, grinning against his neck. You pull away and take his hands into your own. You stand on your tiptoes, leaning close to whisper in his ear.
“He’s a boy, Tony. They always come out to eat.”
You drop back down onto your heels lightly, kiss him on the cheek, and pat him playfully on the shoulder before you move to exit the kitchen and give the boys some alone time. Tony watches you go before glancing to Harley, silently moving to leisurely sit in the chair beside the boy.
“You gonna share or are you planning to eat all of those by yourself?”
Harley smirks as he lightly pushes the plate of diminishing sandwiches towards Tony. Tony picks on up and takes a bite and the two eat in temporary silence.
“How are you feeling?”
Harley sighs as he looks to Tony, “I’m alright…I guess.”
Tony says nothing and Harley watches the look on the billionaire’s face before grinning.
“I sure would feel a lot better if you’d let me fly around in the suit though.”
“I bet you would. You wanna know how I know?”
“’Cause were connected.”
And Tony is certain he hasn’t heard Harley laugh quite like that in a long while.
I've had writer's block like no other the past few days, but gave me the most wonderful idea that seems to have spurred on that desired to write! So thanks a bunch for that!
Basically I thought of doing what I do with my Supernatural drabbles except this time around it'll be Tony x Reader with Harley acting as a surrogate son of sorts. I truly did love that kid in the movie! So there will be more, little bits and fun bonding snippets. Hopefully everyone will enjoy this little ride.
Thanks again ! I really needed this boost! Hopefully now I can get to work on all my others stories and those requests~!
You realized you were in trouble when you found yourself eye to eye with the turned Barton. But something was different. Had his eyes always been so radiant? Or was it just because of the light?
"I've been sent to kill you," he said in a monotone voice.
Where had the beautiful voice gone that you loved so much? What happened to the Clint you fell for?
"Who has sent you?" you asked, but actually already knew the answer.
The God of Mischief was now Hawkeye's leader. Surprisingly this thought made you remember something. Didn't Loki's staff had the ability to make people into his followers?
"Loki, son of Asgard."
You had no time to lose and pushed Barton in the chair that was standing next to you. As quick as you could you cuffed his hands and he angrily stared at you. This wasn't what he expected. You had been in love with him for a while and Loki apparently found out that Barton also liked you, so he had sent him to kill you, because, you know, he was into that sort of drama.
"Clint, what is my name?" you shouted. "I have to kill you," was his brief answer.
Your hand hit his cheek harder than you predicted. How could he forget your name?
"What is my name?" you now shouted more loudly. "I don't know."
You felt how the corners of your eyes went soggy. Yet you punched him solid in the face.
"What is my name?" you shrieked.
He snorted up the blood that flowed out of his nose.
"I don't know you," he said, "I only know I have to kill you."
You wished you could control your emotions better. A treacherous tear slid down your cheek. Still you continued to kick him in the face. Now also his lip started bleeding.
"Who am I?" you now asked desperate.
Hawkeye slowly eyed you from head to toe. For a moment you saw doubt in his eyes.
"I.. I don't know," he said a bit confused. "WHO AM I?" you screeched and delivered the final blow.
Clearly you had knocked him unconscious.
You lifted his head a little bit so you could look at the mess you had created. His nose and lip were bleeding and apparently the final smack provoked his eye to swell and turn purple. All of the sudden Barton blinked his eyes a couple time and looked distracted.
"Auch," he moaned. "Clint, do you know who I am?" you asked hopeful. "(Y/n), why are my hands cuffed?" "Oh, Clint!" you squealed happily and threw your arms around his neck.
When you let him out of your embrace you noticed his eyes weren't so radiant anymore. Hesitantly you placed yourself on his lap to take a closer look at his wounds. When you carefully touched his cheek, Barton gritted his teeth.
"Who did this to me?" "I'm so sorry, Clint, but you were under Loki's spell and threatened to kill me." "I did what?" he asked in disbelief. "It's okay," you said and gave him a smile. "I-I-It's not okay!" he stammered.
Quickly you grasped his head. Barton wasn't able to look you in the eyes, now that he knew he tried to kill you.
"Clint," you whispered softly, " look into my eyes."
When his eyes met yours, you saw that he was crying.
"What if I succeeded my mission? Then you could have been dead!" he screamed.
You knew there was only one way to stop him from worrying. Softly you pressed your lips against his. Barton face was filled with surprise.
"I had to stop you from blabbering."
He still stared at you with open mouth.
"I-I-I'm sorry," you mumbled, "I thought you felt the same for me."
Did he feel the same for you?
Your face was still hovering in front of him and your nose was almost touching his face. Suddenly he moved forward and hardly kissed you on the lips, which tasted like salt and metal. You carefully pulled away and slowly stood up and released him from the handcuffs.
Before you knew it he had pushed you against the wall and was kissing you passionately. His lips moved away from your mouth and now were fiercely kissing your neck. When his hands slid under your T-shirt, you moaned. He lifted you and placed you on the table next to him. Still careful with his bruised face you pressed your lips against his and Clint's hands tried to lift up your shirt. You parted in need of air.
"Not here," you whispered and grabbed his hand to lead him elsewhere.
Apparently the Avenger found a new leader, but this one was going to show him every corner of the bedroom. Clint groaned with satisfaction as he followed you on foot.