Marvel Imagines

Tony- Dye

"You've got to be kidding me," You grumble, crossing your arms and narrowing your eyes.

"C'mon on, (Y/n). It's not that bad-"

You yank down the hoodie and spin around. "Really, Tony?"

His eyes widen and he clamps his lips together to stop a laugh. "U-Um, yeah. You can't even tell the difference."

Tugging at your hair, you growl. "You dyed my hair bright pink!"

He holds up a finger. "It's not bright pink, it's sugar sweet fuchsia-"

"Tony!"

He muffles a laugh. "Your face matches your hair."

"Tony!"

Holding up his hands, he backs away. "We can fix this, (Y/n)."

An idea comes to mind, making you smile sweetly. "You're right, Tony. It doesn't look that bad."

Twirling a strand of you pink- sugar sweet fuchsia- hair, you walk away with an evil smirk growing on your face.

Late at night, you sneak out and by a dye kit just for Tony.

In the morning, the first thing you hear is Tony scream. You race to his room to find him in front of the mirror, gaping at his reflection.

"Oh my god," You breath, giggling when he looks at you from the mirror.

"I don't have the complexion for red hair, (Y/n)!" He cries, smoothing over his red mustache. "It looks like I'm trying to impersonate Yosemite Sam!"

You walk over to him and pat your shoulders. "It doesn't look that bad,"

He scoffs. "Yeah, it kind of does!"

"Oh, and Tony? It's flaming apple cherry, not red."