MCU (Avengers) Imagines Part Two

Tony Stark X Reader - Please Don't Leave Me

A/N - This chapter is based on the song 'Please Don't Leave Me' by P!nk, and will cover a lot of angsty yelling. This is also semi-inspired by the interview Kristen Bell gave about her relationship with her husband, Dax Shepard, which I've linked bellow. I hope you all enjoy it.

You had been feeling sick from the moment you had kicked Tony out of your apartment this morning, pacing back and forth in the living room in the hopes of lowering your racing heart rate. It was stupid really. A dumb argument, that neither of you would ever remember the cause of within a week, that had escalated way beyond what would be considered a normal reaction. But that had always been the way with the two of you. He would do something stupid, and you would get so mad that you couldn't help but yell and cry and tell him how much you hated him, even if you both knew it was a complete lie. 

But this morning had been worse than usual. You could be so mean when you wanted to be, and with the flippant way Tony had dismissed an invite to a work outing you'd wanted nothing more than to attend, you were all too happy to lash out.

"It doesn't seem like that big a deal," he had hummed, glancing up at you from his spot on your couch. You liked like you were about to snap, like a woman on the edge, with your arms crossed over your chest and your scowl so firm on your features that he imagined it might have gotten stuck that way.

"Well, it's a big deal to me, and I want you to come with me," you paused for a moment, attempting to calm the fire burning in your stomach. "Please," you added, your voice a little softer. 

Tony released a sharp sigh. "Come on, baby. Don't make me do this," he groaned, flinging his arm over his face so dramatically that your annoyance almost slipped; almost. "You're work stuff is always so dull," he pressed on, his words muffled by his arm.

"I go to your work shit all the time," you bit back, still glaring down at him. "You think I like standing around pretending to laugh at these rich old men cracking shitty jokes? That isn't fun for me, but I do it because it's your job, and I'm your girlfriend, and-"

"That's different," Tony interrupted, finally sitting up to look at you. "My job is-" he hesitated for a moment, a look of sheer regret and panic painting his features.

"Say it," you growled. "Just fucking say it. You think your job is so much more fucking important than mine, so I have to suffer through your shit, but you don't have to even consider coming to mine-"

Tony shook his head. "That isn't what I-"

"You always do this," you bit at him, looking so mad that Tony couldn't even think straight. This had gone from a simple conversation to something so much bigger way too quickly, and there was no way of turning it around. "You act like you care so much, but at the end of the day that superiority complex is always right there, isn't it? You always come first, and you can't put the arrogance away for one evening to make my life a little easier-"

"I didn't say that."

You scoffed. "You didn't have to. I get it, okay? You save the world from all the big bad evil that comes after it, but you aren't the only one doing something that matters," you pressed on, your voice softening as you finally gave in. "I love my work, and I know it doesn't interest you, but you could at least fake it, just for one evening." 

"I-"

"Can you just leave?" you murmured, interrupting him before he had a chance to continue the conversation. "I'm tired," you added, biting down on the inside of your lip as he stared at you in shock.