MCU (Avengers) Imagines Part Two

Tony Stark X Reader - Buddy Holly

A/N - This chapter was inspired by the song Buddy Holly by Weezer. I hope you all enjoy it.

Tony had been mopey ever since he had turned up at your flat. You could've sworn that you had never seen him so agitated, unable to sit still for more than a couple of seconds before he was back on his feet, moving aimlessly around the room and trying to pass it off as tidying up. To start with, you'd left him to it. He'd dealt with enough of your shitty day at work moods in the past, and you could only assume that he was going through the same. But then he'd slumped back down onto the sofa with one of the deepest sighs you had ever heard, and you felt your chest tighten with concern. Tony had never been like this before, especially not with you.

"Baby," you hummed, placing a delicate hand on his shoulder, drawing his attention over to your frowning face. "What's wrong?" 

He shrugged slightly and you felt your own shoulders slump. God, he looked so dejected, and he didn't even want to tell you what he was thinking about, which could only mean one thing. He was having doubts about your relationship. He had to be.

You let your hand drop from him, letting it fall back into your lap as you swallowed around the lump forming in your throat. You can't let yourself get so worked up; it'll only push him away, you reminded yourself. 

"I need some fresh air," you uttered, getting to your feet and moving towards the sliding doors that led out onto the balcony. As soon as the door was closed behind you, you let out a shaking breath, tears brimming in your eyes. You loved Tony, more than anyone you had ever met, and if he was having doubts, that meant that he didn't love you anymore. Christ, maybe he'd never loved you in the first place. Maybe you'd rushed him into a relationship that he'd never wanted. 

When the door clicked behind you, sliding open, you quickly wiped at the tears and cleared your throat. "Y/N?" Tony's arm slipped around your waist, his forehead pressing against your shoulder. "Sweetheart, please don't cry," he murmured, his breath fanning down your back as he spoke. "You have nothing to worry about," he pressed on, finally lifting his head to peer over your shoulder at your features. "I'm just being an idiot."

"What's going on?" you started again, clearing your throat when it came out all warped with emotion. 

"Nothing-" he let out a soft sigh. "I don't want you to get upset, because I know it isn't true, alright?"

Your brow furrowed slightly as you turned around in his grip to face him properly. "What's not true?" 

"I overheard some friends talking about us at work today," he uttered, shaking his head. "It was stupid."

"It can't be that stupid if it's got you so worked up, Baby," you murmured, lifting your hand to cup his jaw, a small frown pulling at your lips. 

He swallowed, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. "They were saying that you're only dating me for my money. They think you're too out of my league to ever actually love me-"

Your face contorted in horror at his words, your heart clenching at the pain in his voice. "Oh, Tony-"

"I know it isn't true," he interrupted. "I know you love me, but it still sucks to hear people talking like that, you know?"

You nodded, shifting to wrap your arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. "Who was it?" 

"It doesn't matter-"

"It does too," you bit out, pulling back just enough to catch his eyes with yours. "I can't just go around your entire company telling everyone how in love with you I am just to set the record straight, can I?" He let out a snort of laughter, bringing your smile back to your features. "I mean, I could, but I think people would get a little tired of it after a while," you added. "Come on, who was it?"

He sighed, head tilting to the side slightly. "Romanoff and Barton," he murmured. "But it doesn't matter. I know you love me, Sweetheart."

"I do love you," you told him, pressing your lips to his in a chaste kiss. "And I'm not going to let them go around telling people I don't. So, I'm going to come to work with you tomorrow, and I'm going to sit them down, and I'm going to tell them every single thing that I love about you. And it's a damn long list, so I doubt they'll be running their mouths about our relationship again any time soon, Baby."

"God, I love you," he hummed, pressing a kiss into the crook of your neck. 

You chuckled when he stayed nestled into your neck, your hand running up and down his spine. "That's all I care about," you murmured. "I don't care what they think. Or what they say. I care that you love me and I love you. No one else's opinion will ever matter." 

He hummed his agreement, lifting his head just enough to kiss you properly.

"You know, it's pretty cold out here," you told him, your lips still brushing his. "We should probably go inside."

"Just give me another couple of seconds like this," he murmured, kissing you again. He let out a contented sigh when you chuckled into his mouth, your arms resting over his shoulders. And then he was pulling back, his eyes surveying your face. "They got one thing right, you know?" he hummed. "You really are so fucking beautiful," he told you, his thumb lifting to brush your bottom lip as you grinned at him. 

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