Explore #gown

‘Just show me…’ Steve cried out to you, sighing.
‘I don’t know,’ you replied to you best friend of three years. ‘I don’t think it suits me.’ You looked at yourself in the mirror, wearing the dress you had bought a few hours earlier to wear to a party Tony Stark was hosting in Stark Tower. It hugged your body and floated around you as you walked. It was truly a beautiful dress, but you didn’t know if you were confident enough to wear it.
‘Yeah… I bet you look awful in it’, Steve sighed again. In the time you had been in your bedroom he had put on the suit Tony had given him to wear, cleaned your messy kitchen and even managed to watch the whole eight o’clock news.
You swallowed hard, looking at yourself one last time, before finally making your way back to the living room. Steve was sitting on your couch, his arms spread across the back. He was wearing a suit Tony had specially made for him and you felt

You were making your way across the street, looking left and right to make sure no cars were coming your way. The wind blew the hair out of your face and you clenched your hand tightly around the bag you were holding. Inside were the new expensive – very expensive – Italian shoes your boss, Tony Stark, had asked you to buy for him. Tonight was a big night for him. He was hosting a charity night for children with cancer and everything had to be perfect. Even his shoes.
A car honked at you as you crossed another street. You signaled you were sorry while your heart beat violently in your chest. You should pay better attention to your surroundings. Tony would be furious if he learned you had damaged his shoes before he even had the chance to wear them.
For the last couple of months you had been working at Stark Tower as personal assistant to Tony. After his breakup with Pepper, she had thought it was best to not work as closely to Tony anymore. You understood perfectly. You kne