I awoke once more in the warm bed of Tony Stark, though he was no where to be seen. Now, usually he would have woken me up by now and snuck me out so none of the other Avengers found out he had a girlfriend. I crawled out of bed and grabbed a Led Zepplin shirt that sat on Tony's dresser and threw it on.
So, now I'm stuck. Do I get out of bed and risk being seen by someone? Or do I stay in his bedroom and wait for who knows how long for him to come back?
I guess it'd be smarter to stay, considering I'm in the Avengers facility that isn't open to civilians. If I did get caught I wouldn't have an excuse to be here.
Before I could think of what to do to entertain me while I wait, I felt someone grab me by my waist and throw me back onto the bed.
"Anthony Stark!" I yelled with a loud laugh, "That was completely unnecessary."
"Well, I'm not sorry. I saw my chance and I had to take it." He stated factually.
I rolled my eyes in response as I pushed him off of me and climbed off the bed.
"Why didn't you wake me earlier? I have to go back to the city today." He knew that though. Which is one of the problems I've been having in our short relationship.
They've been having a shortage of missions recently as they've hit a wall on what to do about HYDRA, and it seems like I'm just entertainment for Tony until they get started up again. Which is another reason he wants to keep us so secret I think.
"I know, but I've been bored. So I thought, why not keep you around for a little longer?" He sat up and rubbed his hands down my arms, a small smile on his face.
"I can never tell if I actually mean anything to you," I paused and assessed his face, "or if you're just passing time."
I didn't mean to let the words slip out of my mouth, it kind of just happened.
"What do you mean?" His face fell, and his eyes looked like they held some sort of sadness.
"You don't even try. When you get me to stay you say it's because you're bored. You don't even lie." I started to rant. "You could say that you would miss me too much or that you never want me to leave but instead you say that you're bored."
"I'm so sorry," He whispered as he grabbed one of my hands with both of his, "I didn't even realize.."
"And don't even get my started on your co-workers! Having to hide in the closet everytime they come in? And I feel like that Clint guy could talk for five years!" Now that I've started I felt I couldn't stop. I'm angry that a small smile sits on Tony's face. It really contradicts his sad eyes. "Why are you smiling?"
Instead of responding he threw me over his shoulder and began to sprint through the compound.
"Tony Stark you take me back to the bedroom right now!" I tugged at the bottom of his shirt, hoping for it to cover my butt. I'd rather not flash any of the Avengers. "Tony! I'm not wearing any pants!"
"Its okay, you have underwear. Nothing they haven't seen." He laughed as he ran. It wasnt a second later that he stopped in the kitchen and threw me onto the counter.
I looked over to see his entire team looking at me in confusion. I know my face is as red as a tomato and I hide it on Tony's shoulder.
"Okay, for those of you who don't know, which should be everyone, this is my lovely girlfriend." He announced to the room. "I expect you all to be polite and respectful. And she doesn't like you Clint! So leave her alone."
"Tony!" I scolded and hit him on the shoulder. "I never said that!"
All of the avengers greeted me with knowing smiles on their faces as if something had finally clicked. Well, except Clint.
"Why wouldn't you like me?" He asked, causing my face to go red once more.
"It's not that I don't like you, I just said that you talk a lot." I explained with a small voice.
"She's not wrong." Natasha agreed with a nod. That seemed to start some bickering in the kitchen and Tony brought his attention back to me.
"I hope you know that you are much more than a way to pass time, and I'm sorry you ever thought that." He rested his forehead on mine.
"Thank you so much." I whispered before placing my lips on his, knowing this was the start of the next chapter of our lives.
