(𝟮.𝟭) 𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐘 ➣ {𝕤•𝕨} ❘ [𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖘 - 𝖊𝖌 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗]

⁶² 𝙈𝙧. 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙠

"One step, yeah, that's it," Y/N encouraged as Rhodey walked with the help of railing beside her.

"It's just the first pass," Tony informed.

"Yeah," Rhodey nodded.

"Give me some feedback, anything you think of. Shock absorption. Lateral movement. Cup holder?" he prompted.

"You wanna think about some AC down in the—" he tripped and fell forward on his knees with a grunt, "Ow!"

"You alright?" Y/N crouched down to his level.

"Yeah."

"Let's go," Tony kneeled beside her, "We'll each give you a hand."

"No, no," he declined, "Don't help me," he panted and sat on his side, turning to face the two. The three stayed in silence for a few moments until Rhodey spoke again, "138. 138 combat missions. That's how many I flew, Tony, Y/N. Every one of them could've been my last, but I flew them," he glanced at them, "Because they need to be fought. It's the same with these Accords. I signed because it was the right thing to do. And yeah, this sucks. This is," he sighed, "This is bad beat. But it hasn't changed my mind."

"Me too, Tony," Y/N turned to him, "Sure, I don't like the way things turned out, but," she trailed and shrugged.

Tony held out a hand to Rhodey and she followed his actions. He caught both of their hands and got to his feet with a painful grunt. "You okay?"

"Yeah," Rhodey nodded at Y/N. Tony watched his two best friends with a soft smile and clapped a hand on both of their shoulders.

A knock on the window caught the trio's attention and they turned towards it. An old man with white hair was holding a parcel, "Are you Tony," he glanced down at the package, "Stank?"

"Yes, sir!" Y/N yelled in affirmation.

"Yes, this is Tony 'Stank'!" Rhodey pointed at the billionaire who rolled his eyes, "You're in the right place. Thank you for that," he added.

"Never dropping that, by the way," he continued and walked backward, chuckling with Y/N, "Table for one, Mr. Stank. Please by the bathroom," he waved a hand, making Tony and Y/N laugh harder.

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"Aren't you forgetting something?" Y/N asked as they walked out of the entrance of the deserted Avengers compound.

Tony frowned and then it cleared, "Oh," he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"Not that, dumbass," she rolled her eyes, "My shawarma," she held out a hand with an expectant look.

"I've got it here!" Happy Hogan came jogging towards the duo, who were standing next to Y/N's car.

"Thanks, Happy," she smiled at the man in suit as he handed her the shawarma. He mentioned it was nothing and walked away.

"So, where're you going?" Tony asked curiously and smiled involuntarily as she slipped on the glasses he had made for her.

"Somewhere I should've," Y/N got into the driver's seat with pursed lips, "Before all this mess."

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