MCU (Avengers) Imagines Part Two

Tony Stark X Reader - This Is My Idea

A/N - This chapter is based on the song 'This is my Idea' from the film 'The Swan Princess', which I adored when I was a kid. I hope you all enjoy it.

You had been vacationing the exact same way for as long as you could remember. Driving up to the Hamptons on the first day of the summer holidays, and getting stuck there until the weekend before the new school year started.

It would probably make you sound like a complete brat, complaining about getting to go on a 10 week break in one of the most beautiful parts of the state. I mean, it had some of the best beaches you had ever seen, and actually seeing your parents for more than a couple hours a week was refreshing. 

But the main problem was the other family who would accompany you on your holidays. Your mother had made friends with Maria at a networking event, and the rest had been history. They were the best of friends, and when they had discovered that they had similar aged children, they had made it their main mission in life to make the two of you become friends too. Not that they had been very successful in said mission.

Tony Stark had to have been one of the most arrogant, childish boys you had ever met, and from the moment you had first been forced into talking, you had decided that you would never be friends.  

That first summer had felt like 10 weeks of straight torture. He was always there, making snarky comments, and running off for full days with your brother, taking away your only other company and leaving you bored and on you own. It had been horrendous, and by the time you were packing your bags to head home, you'd been delighted by the idea of going back to school. 

The next year, you had been attempting to find some way out of your summer trip. At first, you'd started claiming you wanted to stay with a friend, but your mother had insisted on you coming with them. And then you'd tried getting yourself in trouble, nothing too bad, but just enough that they wouldn't want you to come along and ruin their trip. But when your father had caught you sneaking out of the house, he'd simply shaken his head, chuckled, and sent you back to bed. On the day you were supposed to drive upstate, you'd claimed you were feeling sick, and your mother had simply shoved a paper bag into your hands and told you to try and hold it in. 

It was as if the world wanted you to be miserable, and there just seemed to be no way of getting out of it. You would have to weather the storm that was Tony Stark. 

That first week, when the boys had gone running off to the beach, you'd planted yourself between your mother and Maria and listened to them gossip. It was fine at first; they'd make these catty little comments that left you hiding fits of giggles. "Did you see what Cathy O'hara was wearing at Francine's luncheon last Thursday? It's like she thinks she's still living in the 70s." And, "Mrs Townsend bought that awful cake of hers to the bake sale again, and we didn't sell a single slice. But what am I supposed to do? Ask her not to make anything at all? It would break the poor woman's heart."

And then the attention had shifted, and Maria was completely focused on you. "You are going to make such a pretty bride someday," she had hummed, lifting a hand to pull some of your hair back. "Oh yes," she had continued. "I can see you in a white dress already." You let out a small, uncomfortable laugh at her comments, attempting to avoid the topic. "Have any boys caught your eye yet?" You shook your head. "Well, if you ever need a date for a dance, my Tony will clear his schedule." 

"Oh, wouldn't that be something?" your mother had exclaimed, clapping her hands together and grinning. "Y/N and Tony would make such a beautiful couple-" she paused for a moment, looking so excited that you would have thought you'd just told them you were engaged. "-and the children would be so precious. Just imagine it, Maria, we would share Grandbabies."