Caught In A Web

ten

Your eyes were closed as you lay on the bed. Your injured arm was laid out straight, pointing away from your body. Helen's cradle was over it, working its magic. None of this night had gone as you had planned. You thought it was going to be an easy night, spending time with Tony in a way that you were completely comfortable with. Now, you were injured in the med bay, and your secret was out to the whole Team.

Sensing Tony coming in, you didn't bother opening your eyes. You and Tony needed to talk but now was not the place or time. Tony came in and sat down on the chair beside you.

"So... do they all know now?" You whispered though you knew the answer.

"They do," Tony replied. "But I told them not to bother you about it... When did Romanoff and Maximoff find out?"

You sighed. "About a week ago. I snuck away to meet up with you in the middle of girl's night."

"Yikes," Tony winced. "I could have told you that was a bad idea."

You turned your head in his direction and looked at him. "I'm sure."

Tony looked at you, really looked at you. Something took over him before he could stop himself. "I'm taking you out."

"What? You are?"

"Yes, tomorrow night."

"Tony, I don't know—"

"Nowhere fancy, just this hidden little place I frequent. It's open 24 hours, but we can go at our normal meet-up time."

"I... are you sure?"

"Y/N, honey," Tony grabbed your free hand, "I'm sure."

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Helen cleared you about an hour later. Tony was very insistent that he escort you back to your level.

"Thank you, Tony," you said as the elevator door opened on your level.

"No problem," he responded.

You walked out of the elevator and realized that he was following you. "I'm okay, Tony."

"Oh, I know. I'm just making sure."

You looked at Tony quizzically as he contradicted himself. He ignored you as he walked past you and toward the couch. He sat down on it and made a disapproving face before standing back up.

"I paid for that?" He muttered, shaking his head. He pulled out his phone and frantically typed.

"What's the matter?" You questioned, just confused at this point.

"The couch is shit. I didn't realize that I spent money on such shitty furniture for everyone."

"So you just..."

"I just ordered new ones. Yours will be here tomorrow."

"Tony—"

"I need a good couch if I'm going to be spending more time up here."

"Oh, so you're just inviting yourself now?"

"It is my place, technically." He sat back on the couch, eyes locked with yours.

"Well, I'm going to bed."

"That's fine. I'll be out here if you need anything."

"Tony, my arm is practically back to normal and that was all that was hurt. You do not have to stay here with me."

"Sorry, sweetheart, you're stuck with me tonight. If you feel bad about it, you can always invite me into your bed." He winked.

Your breath caught in your throat at the thought of sharing a bed with Tony. "I—I'm—" You cleared your throat as you began backing up toward the hallway where your bedroom was. "I'm going to go to bed."