Caught In A Web

twenty-nine

"Fury's taking Rumlow to Raft," Steve stated as the Team gathered in the common room. "The rest of the agents are under FBI custody."

You were lying against Tony, with his arm holding you there. Everyone else was sitting and standing around.

"I'll have a construction crew here in the morning to fix whatever's broken," Tony said. "Might want to find a different place to stay until then."

"I'll fly anyone who wants to go to the Tower tonight," Natasha offered.

"Y/N and I are staying at a hotel tonight. I'll cover whoever wants to do the same."

"I think we all want to sleep in our own beds," Sam glanced around as he spoke, "Right guys?"

"Yeah." / "All I can think about." / "Yes."

"Then we'll get going," Tony said, pulling you up to stand with him.

"Be safe, kids!" Bucky shouted as Tony pulled you out of the room.

"Tony, are you sure that we should be going?" You asked as he continued to lead you toward the garage. "Maybe we should—"

"Nope. Not going to hear it," Tony shook his head. "Our bags are still in the trunk from weeks ago. We are going to a hotel. We are talking more, and we are going to have lots of sex."

You couldn't help but laugh. "Lots of sex?"

"You don't have to do anything; I'll do all the work."

That got you laughing harder. "We can do whatever, Tony, but I will need food."

"We can order the whole room service menu." He stopped and pulled you into him by your waist. "I..." He kissed your lips. "Just..." And then kissed them again. "Need..." And again. "You." One last brief kiss. "So get in the car before I take you right here, and I don't care who sees."

~~~

"I shouldn't have left," Tony whispered as the two of you cuddled.

The two of you had sex and then cleaned each other off before Tony asked to cuddle. His fingers couldn't stop gently moving over your skin as he held you, like he had to ensure you were there.

"We should have just talked to each other," you said, tracing the scars on his chest where his arc reactor once sat.

Tony nodded, kissing your forehead. "I'm not leaving you again."

You nodded, thinking for a quiet moment. "Tony..."

"Yes, dear?"

"I want to be an Avenger."

You could feel him tense and hear his heart beat faster. You moved so that you were lying on top of him more, able to see his face.

"I know that I said that I didn't want to," you continued, "but I can't handle the thought of you going on missions and me not being by your side."

"Honey—"

"You can't talk me out of this one, Tony. I'm serious. I'll still work in the lab and put in extra hours of training. I won't go on every mission, just small ones at first, and I—"

Tony's hand came up and gently covered your mouth. "It's my turn to get a few words in." You nodded. Tony's hand moved to hold your face. "I hate every idea that puts you in harm's way. But... I'll—If it's what you really want, I'll learn to be okay with it. Being an Avenger will require you to be put in the public eye more, you understand that?"

"I do."

"And you're sure?"

"Tony," you leaned your forehead against his, "as long as you're by my side, I'll be okay."