Marvel Imagines

[Pt. 1] Ballroom Blitz (Tony Stark X Reader)

Song: Ballroom Blitz by Sweet
Lyrics:
And the man at the back said, "Everyone attack"
And it turned into a ballroom blitz
And the girl in the corner said "Boy, I wanna warn ya"
"It'll turn into a ballroom blitz."

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"You're telling me that you're going to throw a party? Here? This Saturday?" You fume, folding your hands across your chest, leaning against the kitchen counter behind you.

The man you'd come to know oh so well over the past, well, years, frowns slightly, a look of confusion settling across his features as he nears your form.

"I'm not seeing why you're seeing a potential issue here," He hums, rummaging through the cupboard before closing the cabinet, a glass in hand. "It'll be fun."

You huff once more, stepping aside as he tries to rest his hand on your shoulder on his way towards the fridge.

"Your definition of fun is not the same as mine, Tony. You know this."

The man, now with a full glass of water in hand, rolls his eyes before placing the item in his grasp off to the side.

"Sure, but a little fun never hurt anyone, right?"

Again, you huff in annoyance, rolling your eyes before leaving the kitchen behind and flopping down onto one of the large couches in the living room.

Noticing his choice of words, Tony cringes as he follows after you, stopping across from the coffee table that separates the both of you.

"That was one time, Y/N! One time!"

"Oh sure, but what if it happens again, huh?"

The billionaire stops short, reaching for his next few words.

"It won't. I've learned from my mistakes."

For what seems like the hundredth time, you resist the urge to scoff, only huffing softly in annoyance.

"If you say so."

The man in front of you smiles slightly, wordlessly taking a seat at your side, casually slinging an arm over your shoulders.

"So your fine with a party, then?"

"Only if you promise me you won't get so drunk I have to suit up and kick your ass," I chuckle, punching his shoulder gently.

"That won't be happening, Sweetheart," Comes the reply as he shifts away from your side, a smug smirk tracing his features.

"What won't? You getting drunk or me kicking your ass?"

"Neither," He grins, making his way to his feet, turning to leave, though he stops in his tracks. "Oh, and I think I'd be able to win against you on any given day."

You watch with a small smile on your lips as Tony Stark rounds the corner and disappears from your view, the sound of his footfalls echoing after him.

"Bring it on, Stark!" You holler after him, laughing lightly as you make your own way towards the exit, heading in no particular direction, your feet just carrying you any which way as you fight against the heat rising to your cheeks.

"Oh, just you wait!" Comes the rather muted rebuttal from down the hallway aways which once again earns a soft, light-hearted laugh from you.

Grinning to yourself, you continue to wander, your body simply running on autopilot while your mind erupts into a flurry of activity, butterflies and all.

Why do I feel like this every time that man talks to me, let alone enters a room, for goodness sakes!

It's true. Anytime Tony Stark enters a room and you're around, your mind scrambles and you become unable to say anything of intelligence.