#Tony Stark / Reader

[cynic-spirit]

Soulstory

tony stark x soulmate

fluff

warnings- terribly long as I have no control and and too much fluff

In a world where soulmates' first words to each other are etched into their skin, Tony Stark has always known his soulmate would be extraordinary. At 14, the words "The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves that we are underlings" appeared on his wrist. Tony, ever the genius, recognized the quote from Shakespeare's Julius Caesar and knew his soulmate would be someone brilliant and well-read.

But there was a catch—those words appeared on his wrist when he was just 14, implying that his soulmate was only just born. This revelation left Tony with a strange mix of anticipation and frustration. While others found their soulmates in their teens or twenties, he was left to wait, knowing that the person meant for him wouldn't even be old enough to speak those words for many years.

As Tony grows older, his fame as Iron Man and his work as a philanthropist distract him, but the words on his wrist never fade from his mind. He attends countless galas, speaks at conferences, and even indulges in brief relationships, but none of them ever come close to the intellectual match he knows his soulmate will be.

Now nearing 40, Tony starts to wonder if he'll ever meet the person destined for him. The age gap of 14 years looms large in his mind, and he worries about the kind of life they've lived. Are they a scholar, like he imagined? A scientist? An artist? Someone who could quote Shakespeare to a stranger, just as the words on his wrist foretold.

The years have made Tony more introspective. He’s saved the world more times than he can count, yet the one thing that could complete him feels as elusive as ever. But Tony Stark is not one to give up. He knows that somewhere out there, his soulmate exists, and when the time is right, their paths will cross.

In the meantime, he prepares himself mentally and emotionally, knowing that when he finally hears those words spoken to him in person, it will change everything.

Y/N has always been both intrigued and frustrated by the words etched on her wrist: "Oh damn." From the moment they appeared, she couldn't help but wonder what kind of person would say such a casual, almost careless phrase upon meeting their soulmate. It seemed so unremarkable, so ordinary, and for someone as thoughtful and intelligent as Y/N, it felt like a letdown.

Over the years, she grew more annoyed with the phrase. Every time someone muttered an "oh damn" in her presence, she’d instinctively glance at them, wondering if they could be the one. But it never was. And the more it happened, the more she worried about what kind of man she was destined for. Was he someone who didn’t care enough to make a proper introduction? Someone who would reduce their first meeting to two dismissive words?

Despite her frustrations, Y/N didn't let it weigh her down too much. She was independent, driven, and had her own life to lead. But still, the thought nagged at her whenever she saw others with meaningful phrases or poetic lines etched into their skin. She couldn’t help but feel a bit envious of those whose soulmates seemed to promise something more profound from the very start.

Walking through the city one evening, Y/N found herself lost in thought, contemplating the words on her wrist once again. She had just finished a long day at work and was heading to her favorite bookstore, hoping to unwind with a new novel. But as she navigated the crowded streets, the words on her wrist seemed to mock her.

"Maybe it's someone with no imagination," she thought with a sigh. "Or someone who doesn't think before they speak." The idea was disheartening, but she pushed it aside. After all, she had come to terms with the idea that soulmates didn’t have to be perfect—just perfect for each other.

As she entered the bookstore, Y/N allowed herself to relax, immersing herself in the scent of paper and ink. She wandered the aisles, her fingers tracing the spines of various books, feeling more at ease. Maybe she would meet her soulmate here, she thought. Someone who loved literature as much as she did, someone who might surprise her despite the unremarkable first words.

But in the back of her mind, she still wondered: what kind of man would say "Oh damn" upon meeting her?

In New York, where the hustle and bustle never seem to slow, Stark Tower stands tall, a beacon of innovation and the home of the legendary Iron Man. Every day, people gather near its base, hoping to catch a glimpse of Tony Stark—genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist. For many, even a fleeting sight of the man who saved the world would be enough to brighten their day.

But Y/N isn’t one of those people. While the crowds press against the barriers, phones held high in anticipation, she walks a different path. It’s not that she doesn’t admire Tony Stark; she respects what he’s done for the world. But she’s never been one to chase after celebrity or get caught up in the frenzy of adoration that surrounds him. There’s too much else on her mind, too many things to explore, to wonder about, to let herself be distracted by the spectacle of Stark Tower.

Each day, Y/N takes a different route through the city, preferring to wander without a fixed destination. She enjoys discovering hidden bookstores, quiet cafes, and little parks tucked away between skyscrapers. New York is a labyrinth of possibilities, and she likes the idea of finding something new with every step she takes.

Her thoughts often drift to the words on her wrist as she walks. “Oh damn.” She still can’t shake the frustration of how common and unremarkable they are, but she’s come to accept that her soulmate—whoever they might be—will reveal themselves in time. She tries not to dwell on it, choosing instead to focus on her surroundings, on the life unfolding around her.

Today, she finds herself in a part of the city she hasn’t explored before. The streets are quieter here, lined with trees and older buildings that have a certain charm. There’s a bookstore up ahead, its window display filled with well-worn classics and new releases. Y/N smiles to herself, deciding to go in and see what treasures she can find.

As she steps inside, the world outside fades away. The soft rustle of pages, the smell of old books, and the warmth of the wooden floors make her feel at home. Y/N begins to browse, her fingers grazing the spines of novels, searching for something that catches her eye. She doesn’t know it yet, but this detour, this simple act of walking a different path, is about to change everything.

Tony Stark was exhausted. The long hours, the never-ending projects, and the weight of being Iron Man were taking their toll. It was nearly midnight, and as he sat in the back of his posh car, glancing out at the city that never slept, all he could think about was how badly he needed a break. Happy Hogan, his ever-loyal friend and driver, was at the wheel, navigating the familiar streets of New York with ease.

As they approached Stark Tower, Tony noticed a large crowd gathered near the entrance, eagerly waiting for a glimpse of him. Usually, he could muster the energy to flash a smile, wave, or even stop for a quick word with his fans. But tonight was different. He didn’t have it in him to face the people who admired him so much.

“Happy, take a different road,” Tony said, leaning back in his seat with a sigh. “I’m not up for a crowd tonight.”

Happy glanced in the rearview mirror and nodded, understanding Tony’s need for some quiet. He turned the car down a side street, away from the mass of people and the glowing tower that was synonymous with Tony’s name.

As they drove through the quieter streets, Tony felt a small sense of relief. But the exhaustion wasn’t just physical—it was mental. He needed something to clear his mind, something simple and comforting. His eyes scanned the buildings as they passed, looking for a distraction, something to help him unwind.

“Hold up,” Tony said suddenly, his gaze locking onto a small bookstore nestled between two taller buildings. The warm light spilling from its windows caught his attention. “Stop the car here.”

Happy pulled over without question. “You need something, Boss?”

Tony nodded. “I’m craving coffee, and that place looks like it might have some.” He pointed to the bookstore. It was one of those quaint, old-fashioned places that seemed out of place in the bustling city, but Tony found it oddly inviting.

“Want me to come with you?” Happy offered, but Tony shook his head.

“Nah, I’ll be fine. Just need a few minutes to clear my head,” Tony replied, already reaching for the door handle. He stepped out into the cool night air, feeling the tension in his shoulders ease slightly as he approached the bookstore.

The sign above the door read “The Reading Nook.” It wasn’t a name he recognized, but it had a charm that drew him in. As Tony walked through the door, a small bell tinkled overhead, announcing his arrival. The smell of coffee mingled with the scent of old books, creating a comforting atmosphere that was a stark contrast to the high-tech world he was used to.

Inside, the bookstore was cozy and inviting, with rows of shelves packed with books and a few small tables scattered around. In the back corner, a small coffee bar was set up, with a lone barista behind the counter.

Tony made his way over, scanning the menu. It was simple, just a few options, but that was all he needed. As he waited for his coffee, he let his eyes wander over the books lining the shelves. It was then that he noticed a woman standing a few feet away, her back turned to him as she browsed the titles.

There was something about her that caught his attention, something familiar yet intriguing. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but before he could think too much about it, the barista handed him his coffee.

“Thanks,” Tony muttered, taking the cup and turning to leave. But as he did, the woman moved, and their eyes met for the briefest moment.

“Oh damn,” he breathed, not realizing he had spoken aloud. It was an involuntary reaction, a quiet exclamation of surprise at the unexpected encounter.

The woman, unfazed and entirely engrossed in her book, barely looked up. She responded flatly, almost automatically, "The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves that we are underlings," before calmly walking away to take a seat on a nearby sofa, her eyes already back on the pages in front of her.

Tony’s heartbeat quickened, his mind racing to process what had just happened. Those words… the exact words etched into his skin for years, the ones he had been waiting to hear his entire life. And here they were, spoken so casually by a woman who didn’t even seem to realize who he was.

He stood there, rooted to the spot, staring after her as she sat down, completely absorbed in her book once more. His eyes traced the long black hair tied up in a messy bun, the simple sweatshirt, jeans, and sneakers she wore. She was a stark contrast to the models and socialites he was used to—those who flaunted their looks and vied for his attention. But this woman, with her natural beauty and unpretentious demeanor, made them all seem insignificant.

Tony felt a strange mix of emotions surge through him. Relief, excitement, and something he hadn't felt in a long time—hope. And yet, there was something else too, something unfamiliar: jealousy. Jealousy of the book that held her attention, that kept her from noticing the man standing just feet away from her. The man who had been waiting for her for years.

He took a step closer, not wanting to disturb her but also not wanting to leave without saying something more. But what could he say? The words she had spoken were still echoing in his mind, their meaning deepened now that they had come from her.

He cleared his throat, feeling uncharacteristically nervous. "Hey," he said softly, trying not to startle her.

Y/N looked up from her book, her eyes finally meeting his. There was no spark of recognition, no awe or surprise, just a calm, steady gaze that seemed to see right through him.

"Yes?" she replied, her tone polite but distant.

Tony hesitated, realizing that this was not going to be like anything he had experienced before. This was not a moment for smooth lines or flashy gestures. This was real.

"I think…" he began, then stopped, trying to find the right words. "I think you just quoted something very important to me."

She blinked, clearly confused, but she didn’t break eye contact. "It's Shakespeare," she said simply, as if that explained everything.

Tony smiled, the weight of the moment settling over him. "Yeah, I know. But you see, it's more than that to me. Those words… they’ve been with me for a long time. I’ve been waiting to hear them for almost my entire life."

Y/N tilted her head slightly, her curiosity piqued. "And now that you’ve heard them?"

Tony took a deep breath, stepping closer, the coffee cup warm in his hand. "Now that I’ve heard them, I think I’ve finally found what I’ve been looking for."

She studied him for a moment, her eyes searching his, and then a small smile played at the corners of her lips. She didn’t say anything, just nodded slightly before returning her gaze to the book in her hands.

Tony felt his heart skip a beat. It was subtle, but it was something. She might not have recognized him as Iron Man, but something in her recognized him as more than just a man who almost spilled his coffee on her.

For the first time in a long while, Tony Stark felt a sense of peace. He didn’t need to rush this; he didn’t need to prove anything. His soulmate was right here, and that was enough.

He pulled up a chair across from her, his coffee in hand, and sat down, content to just be in her presence. He’d wait for her to look up again, to ask him another question, to share something more. For now, he was simply happy to be in the same room with the woman who had unknowingly completed the puzzle of his life.

Tony couldn't help but smile at her calm, unbothered demeanor. She still hadn't looked up from her book, but she had clearly noticed his gaze.

"You are staring," she said quietly, her tone even and composed. "Can I help you, Mr. Stark?"

The way she said his name—so matter-of-factly, without the usual awe or excitement—caught him off guard. He was used to people being starstruck, but she was different. She was unfazed, and somehow that made her even more intriguing.

Tony cleared his throat, trying to play it cool. "I guess I’m just not used to someone quoting Shakespeare to me right after I almost spill my coffee on them," he replied, a hint of humor in his voice.

She finally looked up, her eyes meeting his with a steady gaze. "It seemed appropriate," she said, a small, knowing smile tugging at her lips.

Tony chuckled softly, feeling a connection spark between them, even in this brief exchange. "Well, I’ve got to say, it’s not every day someone quotes one of my favorite lines back at me. Especially one that’s been… let’s say, etched into my memory."

She raised an eyebrow, her curiosity evident, but she didn't push for more. "Is that so?"

Tony nodded, his expression softening. "Yeah. It’s… complicated. But I’m starting to think that maybe it’s not as complicated as I thought."

There was a moment of silence as she studied him, her gaze thoughtful. Then, with a gentle nod, she closed her book, marking her place. "Maybe it’s not," she agreed, her voice softer now.Tony grinned, feeling a warmth spread through him that had nothing to do with the coffee. For the first time in a long while, he felt like he was exactly where he was meant to be.

Tony smirked at her words, appreciating her straightforwardness. There was no pretense, no attempt to flatter him—just an honest question.

"I don’t see 'The Iron Man' as a literature person," she said, unfazed. "What are you doing in this corner bookstore at this hour? Don’t you have people to save, autographs to sign, models to date?"

Her tone was casual, almost teasing, and Tony found himself enjoying the banter more than he expected. He leaned back in his chair, his coffee cup cradled in his hands, and looked at her with a mix of amusement and intrigue.

"Maybe I do," he replied, his voice light. "But even Iron Man needs a break from time to time. And as for the models…" He shrugged with a grin. "Let’s just say I’m starting to realize they’re not all they’re cracked up to be."

She raised an eyebrow, still not entirely convinced. "And literature? Shakespeare? Really?"

Tony nodded, leaning forward slightly. "Yeah, really. You’d be surprised how much a guy like me can appreciate a good quote. Shakespeare knew a thing or two about human nature, about ambition, betrayal, love… all the stuff that makes life interesting."

Her expression softened, though she still seemed a bit skeptical. "I suppose everyone has their layers," she said thoughtfully. "Even Iron Man."

Tony’s smile widened. "Especially Iron Man. But tonight, I’m just Tony. A guy who wandered into a bookstore because he needed some coffee and a little peace and quiet."

She looked at him for a long moment, as if weighing his words, then gave a small nod. "Alright, Tony. But you didn’t just stumble into any bookstore—you stumbled into this one."

Tony tilted his head, intrigued. "And what’s so special about this one?"

Her lips curled into a slight smile. "It’s where people come to get lost. In books, in thoughts, in themselves. Maybe you were looking for something you didn’t even know you needed."

Tony considered her words, feeling a strange sense of clarity. "Maybe I was."Tony now composed a little more asks straight , "have you found your soulmate yet, bookworm?"

She looked at him, her expression serene as she nodded. "Yes, I have."

For a split second, Tony felt like the ground had been pulled out from under him. A sharp pang of panic shot through his chest, and for the first time in a long while, he didn’t know what to say. The thought of her being someone else’s soulmate, of her having already found the person destined for her, sent a wave of jealousy and fear crashing over him. He wasn’t sure he could handle the idea of losing her before he even had a chance to know her.

But before he could fully process the crushing weight in his chest, she continued, completely oblivious to the turmoil she had just caused him.

"Twenty-one people have said 'oh damn' to me so far," she said, her tone almost amused. "You’re the twenty-second."

Tony’s mind went blank for a moment. Relief and possessiveness surged through him in rapid succession, leaving him momentarily speechless. He didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or pull her into his arms and never let her go. His hands tightened around his coffee cup, knuckles white as he fought to keep his composure.

"Twenty-second?" he finally managed to say, his voice a little strained.

She nodded, seemingly unfazed by the chaos she had just unleashed within him. "Yeah. It’s a pretty common phrase, I guess."

Tony stared at her, incredulous. "You gave me a heart attack, you know that?" His tone was a mix of exasperation and disbelief, but there was also a hint of vulnerability in his voice, something rare for him.

She looked at him, a small smile playing on her lips, finally catching on to how much her words had affected him. "Did I?" she asked softly, her eyes meeting his with a newfound understanding.

Tony nodded, his gaze intense as he held her eyes. "Yeah, you did. Because for a moment, I thought I’d lost you before I even had a chance to know you."

Her smile softened, and for the first time since they’d met, Tony saw a flicker of something more in her eyes—something that told him she understood, that she felt the connection too.

In that moment, the crowded world outside the bookstore faded into the background. All that mattered was the woman standing in front of him, the one who had unknowingly captured his heart with a single Shakespearean quote and a calm demeanor that could rival his own. Tony felt a new sense of purpose—a desire to know everything about her, to be the man she deserved, and to never let anyone else claim her as their own.

Because she wasn’t just another woman in the city. She was his woman, his soulmate, and nothing in the world was going to take her away from him.

Tony watched as a flicker of disappointment crossed Y/N’s face. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and her tone turned serious. “Tony, do you really believe just because you said ‘oh damn,’ you are my soulmate? It’s such a common phrase. It’s so unimaginative.”

She pointed to the words etched on her wrist, “I’m really disappointed in the fates for this.”

Tony felt a pang of guilt stab at him. It was true; “oh damn” was hardly the poetic or romantic declaration one might expect from a soulmate. He should have given her something unique, something that would make her feel special. Instead, he was sitting here trying to convince her that he was the one meant for her.

“Yeah, I get it,” he said, his voice tinged with regret. “It definitely could have been something more profound. You deserve that.”

Y/N sighed, her expression softening just a bit. “It’s just a little disappointing, that’s all.”

Tony’s heart sank at the thought of letting her down. He could have been anything—anything but “oh damn.” But then he paused, a spark of determination igniting within him. He had never been one to back down from a challenge, and this was the sweetest challenge he’d ever faced. The stakes were higher than they had ever been, and he found himself willing to do whatever it took to prove to her that he was her soulmate.

“Okay,” he said, leaning forward with a newfound confidence. “So it’s not the most original start. But let’s see how we can change that, shall we? I’m all in for this challenge. I’ll show you that being my soulmate is anything but unimaginative.”

Y/N’s brow arched, clearly intrigued by his determination. “And how do you plan to do that?”

A grin broke across his face, and he felt his heart swell with love at the thought of spending every moment making her see how special she was to him. “Let’s start with coffee and a conversation about Shakespeare. I’ll make sure the rest is just as unforgettable.”

As he watched her return to her book, a warm feeling enveloped him. He had no doubt he could make her see how extraordinary they could be together. And with each moment they spent, he would remind her that her fate was intertwined with his—not just because of some simple phrase but because of the connection they shared.

His resolve solidified. Tony Stark wasn’t going to let a little thing like a common phrase dictate the course of their relationship. No, he was going to sweep her off her feet and prove that being with him was a journey worth taking—one that would be filled with passion, excitement, and love.

For the first time in a long while, Tony felt a sense of purpose. As he sat there, watching Y/N lose herself in her book, he knew he was ready to embark on this journey, and he was willing to fight for her every step of the way.

“You are staring,” Y/N said, her tone still casual as she flipped the page of her book, seemingly unfazed.

Tony couldn’t help but grin at her comment. “You are beautiful,” he replied, his voice sincere, hoping to catch her attention.

She glanced up for a brief moment, her brow raised. “Not close to the Victoria’s Secret models I’ve seen your pictures with,” she quipped, her gaze drifting back to her book.

“Yeah, but you’re three thousand times prettier,” he said, his admiration evident in his tone. “Not to mention intelligent.”

Finally, Y/N looked up at him, her cheeks flushed with a soft pink that only deepened his smile. It was a sight he wanted to remember—the way her expression shifted from playful to shy, her eyes sparkling with surprise at his compliment.

“Are you just saying that to make me feel better?” she asked, a hint of skepticism lacing her words, but the smile tugging at her lips betrayed her enjoyment of the compliment.

“Absolutely not,” Tony replied, leaning forward slightly, his earnest gaze locking onto hers. “I mean every word. You’ve got this incredible depth about you. It’s refreshing.”

Y/N’s eyes widened a little, and she closed her book, clearly intrigued by his sincerity. “I appreciate that, but I still don’t see how I could compare to anyone you’ve dated.”

Tony shook his head, his expression serious. “You’re not just another pretty face, Y/N. You’re intelligent, witty, and grounded. You stand out in a way those models never could. They might have the looks, but they lack the soul.”

“Thanks, Tony,” she said softly, her smile genuine now. “That means a lot coming from you.”

Tony felt a rush of warmth at her response. This was what he had hoped for—a real connection, something deeper than mere surface-level attraction. It was exhilarating, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was exactly where he was meant to be.

Y/N glanced at the clock on the wall, her expression shifting to one of concern. “Tony, I have to go. It’s late.”

Tony felt a surge of protectiveness wash over him. “Let me drop you. I cannot have my soulmate walking the streets alone,” he insisted, his voice firm and earnest. The feeling was overpowering; he couldn’t shake the urge to keep her safe.

She shook her head, her expression stern. “No, no, no. I don’t want the attention on me. I hate the attention,” she said, a hint of frustration in her tone.

Tony frowned, not liking the idea of her venturing out into the night unaccompanied. “Well then, I’ll come to you,” he replied, his determination unwavering. “You won’t get rid of me so easily.”

Y/N met his gaze, a smile playing at the corners of her lips. “You really are relentless, aren’t you?”

“Only when it comes to you,” he said, his voice softening, and he couldn’t help but smile back.

She laughed lightly, the sound warming his heart. “I appreciate the sentiment, but really, I can take care of myself.”

“I know you can,” he said, his expression serious again. “But that doesn’t mean I’m okay with you being out there alone. Just let me walk you to your place. It’ll only take a few minutes.”

Y/N hesitated, weighing her options, but there was something reassuring in Tony’s eyes. Finally, she sighed, relenting. “Fine, but just to the corner. No more.”

Tony nodded, a victorious grin spreading across his face. “Deal.”

As they left the cozy bookstore, the night air was crisp, and the city buzzed around them. He fell into step beside her, and though she initially tried to maintain some distance, he instinctively moved closer, a protective barrier against the outside world.

They walked in comfortable silence for a moment, Tony stealing glances at her, taking in the way her hair caught the light and how her laughter lingered in the air.

“Y/N,” he said suddenly, breaking the silence, “I just want you to know… I’m really glad I ran into you tonight.”

She glanced at him, her eyes bright. “Me too, Tony. It’s not every day you meet someone who can quote Shakespeare and actually means it.”

“Exactly,” he replied, his tone playful. “Besides, you’re stuck with me now. I’ve got a reputation to uphold as your soulmate.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress her smile. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“Impossible to resist,” he shot back, winking at her, and she chuckled softly, shaking her head.

They reached the corner, and Y/N turned to face him. “This is where I leave you,” she said, her smile faltering just a bit. “Thank you for walking me.”

“Anytime,” Tony replied, his voice sincere. “And don’t think this is the last you’ll see of me. I’ll be around.”

“Great,” she said, amusement dancing in her eyes. “I’ll just try to blend into the background.”

“Not a chance,” he said, chuckling. “I’ll make sure the world knows how amazing you are.”

Y/N looked at him for a moment, a warmth spreading through her. “Goodnight, Tony.”

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he replied, his heart racing as she turned to leave.

As she walked away, Tony felt a mix of emotions swirling within him—happiness, excitement, and that protective urge that had surged earlier. He knew that this was just the beginning, and he was more than ready to embrace whatever came next with her by his side.

With a skip in his step, Tony climbed into the car, a wide grin plastered across his face. Happy, who was waiting for him with an amused expression, raised an eyebrow as Tony settled into the passenger seat.

“Good night?” Happy asked, glancing at him in the rearview mirror.

“Better than good,” Tony said, barely able to contain his excitement. “I just met my soulmate!”

Happy's eyes widened. “What? Why aren’t we giving her a lift?”

“Because, Happy,” Tony replied, the grin still plastered on his face, “I’m already whipped.”

“Whipped, huh?” Happy chuckled. “What’s her name?”

Tony suddenly froze, a look of horror crossing his face. He buried his head in his hands, groaning dramatically. “I forgot to ask!”

Happy laughed heartily, shaking his head in disbelief. “You forgot to ask the name of your soulmate? Tony, come on! How does that even happen?”

“I was too busy being smitten,” Tony admitted, lowering his hands and running a frustrated hand through his hair. “I was just so caught up in the moment, and then she walked away—poof! Just like that!”

“Wow, you really are hopeless,” Happy teased. “What are you going to do now?”

“I’ll figure it out,” Tony said, waving a hand dismissively. “I’ll find her again. I mean, it’s not like she’s going to disappear completely. I just need to retrace my steps.”

“Great plan, Sherlock,” Happy said, sarcasm dripping from his voice. “What are you going to do? Ask every woman you see if her name is Y/N?”

Tony rolled his eyes. “I’ll think of something. I’m Tony Stark, for crying out loud. I don’t do half-measures. I’ll just—”

“Just what? Use your genius intellect to create a device that finds her based on a quote?” Happy interjected, chuckling.

“Actually, that’s not a bad idea,” Tony said, a lightbulb moment sparking in his mind. “I could design a tracking system based on soulmate phrases! Brilliant!”

“Right, because that won’t make you look desperate at all,” Happy quipped, trying to hide his laughter.

“Whatever, I’m serious!” Tony exclaimed, his enthusiasm returning. “I’ll make it work. I can’t let her slip away just because I forgot to ask her name. This is my soulmate we’re talking about!”

Happy shook his head, still chuckling as he pulled out into the street. “Just be careful, Tony. Don’t scare her off with your overzealous genius.”

“Me? Scare her off?” Tony said, feigning innocence. “Never. I’m going to sweep her off her feet, and it all starts with finding out her name.”

As they drove away from the bookstore, Tony’s mind raced with ideas and possibilities. He knew he had a challenge ahead, but the excitement of having found his soulmate made every ounce of effort worthwhile. And he was determined to make sure Y/N would know just how special she truly was.

It took Tony less than ten minutes to find out everything he needed to know about Y/N, thanks to the facial recognition software he had developed. As the information flashed across the screen, he felt a thrill of excitement wash over him.

“Y/N,” he said, letting the name roll off his tongue. It felt perfect. He quickly scanned through the details. “Lives alone. Sister in another city. Mother is a surgeon.”

He paused, reading further, a smile spreading across his face as he discovered another intriguing detail. “And she’s a published author! Writes children’s books and stories, poems under the pen name Dr. Sweets. Almost a hundred of them published already! No wonder she’s so witty,” he mused aloud, impressed by her achievements.

“Wow, that’s quite the résumé,” Happy said, glancing at the screen. “What else does it say?”

Tony continued to read, his fascination growing. “It says she loves poetry and literature. She’s well-read, a total nerd for Shakespeare. Looks like I found someone who can match my intellect,” he said with a grin, his heart racing at the thought of their shared interests.

“Seems like you’re onto something good, Stark,” Happy replied, shaking his head in disbelief. “But seriously, you should probably reach out to her before you scare her off with all this intel.”

“Relax, I’m not going to jump right in,” Tony said, already thinking about how he could approach her. “I’ll play it cool. Maybe drop a casual mention of her books next time I see her.”

“Right, because nothing says ‘casual’ like discussing a woman’s work with her,” Happy teased.

“Hey, it’s a perfect icebreaker,” Tony argued, determination in his voice. “I mean, who wouldn’t want to talk about their own success?”

“Just remember to ask about the whole ‘oh damn’ thing next time, too,” Happy added with a smirk. “You know, you could be in trouble if she thinks you’re not serious about her.”

“I’ll make it work,” Tony said, confidence brimming in his tone. “I’m not letting this opportunity slip away. Y/N is something special, and I’m going to prove to her that I’m worth her time.”

Tony scanned the screen again, excitement bubbling within him. “And look, she works with this publishing house,” he exclaimed, pointing to the details.

“Can I buy it? Do we own it?” he asked Happy, a gleam of ambition in his eyes.

“Yes, buy the publishing house she works for,” Happy said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. “That will really impress her.”

“Hey, you never know! It could work!” Tony shot back, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

“Tony, this is not going to be so easy,” Happy cautioned, his tone more serious now. “She doesn’t seem superficial like the other girls you’ve been around. She seems intense. Honestly, it says here she doesn’t like attention.”

Tony frowned, a bit of reality settling in. “So what? Just because she’s not a model doesn’t mean she won’t appreciate my efforts.”

“True, but you need to approach her differently than you would with the others,” Happy advised, glancing at him through the rearview mirror. “This isn’t just another fling, Tony. She’s your soulmate. You can’t just throw money at her and expect her to fall for you.”

Tony sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I know, I know. I’m not planning to throw money at her. I’m just saying, I want to show her I’m serious about getting to know her.”

“Then take it slow,” Happy suggested. “Show interest in her work. Ask her about her books and poetry. That will impress her more than any flashy gesture.”

Happy chuckled, shaking his head. “Just don’t scare her off, Stark. She seems like the type who values authenticity.”

“Authenticity, huh?” Tony mused, a thoughtful smile crossing his face. “I can do that. Time to put on my best ‘non-superhero’ face.”

As they approached Stark Tower, Tony’s excitement grew. He knew this was just the beginning of something incredible, and he was ready to dive headfirst into the challenge of winning Y/N’s heart.

Y/N sat in her cozy apartment, trying to focus on the book in her hands, but her thoughts kept drifting back to her unexpected encounter with Tony Stark. She couldn’t shake the image of him standing there, staring at her with a mix of surprise and something else—was it admiration? The idea made her heart race and her mind whirl with uncertainty.

“Could he really be my soulmate?” she murmured to herself, glancing down at the words etched on her wrist, Oh damn. It was such a simple, unremarkable phrase. Yet, the way he had said it—the exact words that had been on her skin for as long as she could remember—made her question everything she thought she knew about fate.

But then reality crashed in. Tony Stark. The Iron Man. He was so… fancy, for lack of a better word. His life was a whirlwind of fame, luxury, and danger. He was always in the spotlight, always the center of attention. And she? She was just a children’s author, someone who preferred the quiet solitude of her home, the simple joy of creating stories that brought smiles to young faces.

“Why would someone like him be interested in someone like me?” Y/N wondered aloud, a frown tugging at her lips. The thought of being thrust into the limelight, of having the media’s prying eyes on her every move, made her stomach churn with anxiety. She had always cherished her privacy, her quiet life. The idea of losing that, of being dragged into Tony’s chaotic world, was terrifying.

She stood up and began pacing her small living room, her mind racing. “Maybe it’s just a coincidence,” she told herself, trying to calm her nerves. “It could just be that he said the same phrase. It doesn’t mean he’s my soulmate.”

But deep down, she knew that wasn’t true. The connection she felt when he had spoken those words, the way her heart had skipped a beat, was undeniable. There was something more there, something she couldn’t quite explain.

“Fate,” she whispered, sinking onto her couch. “Is this really what you’ve decided for me?” She buried her face in her hands, overwhelmed by the possibilities.

Tony Stark was everything she was not—bold, charismatic, larger than life. How could she possibly fit into his world? The thought of being by his side, of facing the constant attention and scrutiny, made her want to crawl under a blanket and hide.

And yet, there was a small part of her, a tiny voice in the back of her mind, that was curious. Could it be that Tony saw something in her that no one else had? Could it be that, despite all the differences, they were meant to be together?

Y/N sighed, looking around her cozy apartment. It was a place filled with warmth and creativity, so different from the cold, high-tech world Tony lived in. Could they really bridge that gap? Was she ready to step out of her comfort zone, to face the challenges that came with being linked to someone like him?

As she curled up on the couch, trying to find comfort in the familiar surroundings, her thoughts kept drifting back to Tony. The way he had looked at her, the sincerity in his eyes when he called her beautiful, played over and over in her mind.

Maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t as impossible as it seemed. But the uncertainty, the fear of the unknown, made her heart race with anxiety.

“Why does fate have to be so complicated?” she muttered, pulling a blanket over herself. Despite her best efforts to push the thoughts away, the idea that Tony Stark might actually be her soulmate lingered, filling her with equal parts excitement and dread.

In the brightly lit office of Stark Tower, Tony Stark was sitting behind his massive desk, staring out at the city skyline. His mind kept drifting back to the brief encounter at the bookstore, the woman who had effortlessly turned his world upside down with a single Shakespearean quote. He was still grappling with the idea that his soulmate had been so close all along when Happy Hogan walked in, holding a tablet with a smirk on his face.

"Guess what, boss," Happy said, breaking Tony out of his thoughts. "Stark Industries actually does own the publishing house Y/N works with."

Tony turned to Happy, disbelief crossing his face. "You're kidding me, right?"

Happy shook his head, handing the tablet over to Tony. "Nope. We acquired it as part of a bigger deal a few years back. So, your soulmate was practically under your nose this whole time, and it took you… how long to find her?"

Tony felt a surge of frustration welling up inside him. He glanced at the information on the tablet, confirming what Happy had said. Y/N had been working for a publishing house that was technically under his control, and yet he had been completely oblivious.

“All this time…” Tony muttered, running a hand through his hair. “She was right there, and I didn’t even know it.” The thought of how much time he had missed with her, all the moments they could have shared, made his chest tighten with regret.

Happy watched him, a mix of amusement and sympathy in his eyes. "Well, better late than never, right? Now that you know, what’s the plan?"

Tony leaned back in his chair, his mind racing. The fact that she had been so close all this time only made him more determined not to waste another second. But the realization that they had lost years already stung more than he cared to admit. He had been so caught up in his own world, his own struggles, that he had never even thought to look in a place so close to home.

"My soulmate was right under my nose," Tony said, his voice tinged with frustration and a hint of disbelief. "And it took me this long to find her… What the hell have I been doing?"

Happy chuckled softly. "Saving the world, building suits, fighting aliens—just the usual Tony Stark stuff. But hey, now that you’ve found her, you can make up for lost time."

Tony nodded, though the frustration didn’t quite leave his face. The thought of all the moments he had missed with her, all the opportunities for connection that had slipped through his fingers, gnawed at him. But he wasn’t one to dwell on the past for long. If anything, this only fueled his determination to win her over, to make up for every lost second.

“I’m not going to waste any more time,” Tony said, a new resolve in his voice. “She doesn’t know it yet, but I’m going to show her exactly what she means to me. I’m going to make sure she never questions it, not for a second.”

Happy nodded approvingly. “Good. Just remember, this isn’t some business deal you can close with a few phone calls. You’re dealing with a real person, and she’s not going to be impressed by the usual Tony Stark charm.”

Tony smirked, his confidence returning. “Oh, I’m well aware. This is going to take more than just flowers and a fancy dinner. But if there’s one thing I know, it’s how to fight for what I want. And I’m not backing down from this.”

As he looked out the window again, the city lights twinkling in the distance, Tony’s thoughts were filled with the image of Y/N—her witty retorts, her passion for literature, and the way she had made him feel in just a few minutes of conversation. He had missed so much time with her already, but he was determined not to lose another moment.

Whatever it took, he would prove to her that he was worthy of being her soulmate. And this time, he wasn’t going to let anything stand in his way.

In the quiet hum of his computer lab, Tony Stark stood before his array of holographic displays, his mind focused on a single task: locating Y/N. With a determined look, he called out to his AI, "Jarvis, can you find her for me?"

The AI took only a few moments to scan the area, triangulating her phone’s signal. "Miss Y/N is currently sitting and reading at the secluded end of Central Park, sir."

Tony nodded, his thoughts racing. "Always avoiding crowds like the plague," he mused aloud. It made sense; Y/N seemed to prefer solitude, a trait so different from his own life, where crowds and cameras followed his every move. The idea that she might also avoid him, given his notoriety, wasn’t lost on him.

“Good job, genius,” Happy teased from across the lab, watching Tony with an amused expression.

Tony rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of a smirk on his face. "Can we see the book she has with her, Jarvis?" he asked, curiosity getting the better of him.

Jarvis responded promptly, “It appears she has about five books with her, sir.”

Tony’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Five books? That’s… ambitious.”

The AI continued, “Indeed, sir. She’s currently carrying volumes of Sylvia Plath, Emily Dickinson, One Thousand and One Nights, One Hundred Years of Solitude, and...” Jarvis paused, as if for effect.

Tony leaned in, eager to hear the last title. "And which else?"

There was a slight hesitation before Jarvis answered, “Julius Caesar, sir.”

Tony couldn’t help but smile, a mix of admiration and amusement playing across his face. "Of course, Julius Caesar," he murmured, thinking back to the words etched into his skin—words she had casually thrown back at him in that bookstore. He had never expected to find his soulmate quoting Shakespeare in the middle of a late-night coffee run, but here he was.

As he considered the books Y/N had chosen, Tony felt a sense of balance in the fates’ decision. His world, driven by science, technology, and hard facts, was so different from her world of poetry, literature, and imagination. And yet, the combination seemed perfect. She was everything he wasn’t—introspective, creative, deeply connected to the beauty of words and ideas. It was a grounding influence, one he knew he needed.

“Seems like the universe is trying to balance me out,” Tony said, his voice softening as he allowed himself to feel a little bit of the wonder that had been missing from his life for so long. “My dry, factual world of science met by her imaginative, creative world of literature and poetry.”

He could feel the pieces of his life falling into place, this unexpected discovery of his soulmate being the final, crucial element. It wasn’t what he’d expected, but it was exactly what he needed. And now that he’d found her, he wasn’t about to let her slip away.

As he stared at the list of books on the display, Tony made a silent promise to himself. He would take the time to understand her world, to dive into the things she loved. If she could meet him in the world of Shakespeare and Plath, then he would meet her there too, even if it meant stepping out of his comfort zone.

"Alright, Happy," Tony said, turning to his friend with renewed determination. "Let’s go. I think it's time we paid a little visit to Central Park.

Y/N settled onto a quiet bench at the secluded end of Central Park, the kind of spot where the city’s constant hum felt more like a distant murmur. It was late afternoon, the sun dipping low and casting a warm, golden light through the trees. She pulled a few of her favorite books from her bag—treasured volumes that had always brought her comfort and inspiration—and placed them beside her. Each one held a world of stories, of characters and emotions that she could lose herself in.

Today, she needed that escape more than ever. She had a new children’s story forming in her mind, something whimsical and full of life, but the words were slow to come. Her thoughts kept drifting back to the previous night, to that unexpected encounter with Tony Stark. The Tony Stark.

She still couldn’t quite believe it. The image of him standing there, nearly colliding with her and uttering those fateful words, “Oh damn,” kept replaying in her mind. It was absurd, really. She had always imagined that if she ever found her soulmate, it would be in some grand, poetic moment—certainly not in a late-night bookstore with the most famous man in New York.

Y/N sighed, opening the book of Emily Dickinson’s poems, hoping to find solace in the familiar verses. But her thoughts refused to stay focused on the words. Instead, they wandered back to Tony, to his startled expression when she had recited the line from Julius Caesar, to the way he had looked at her with something like awe—or maybe disbelief.

Could it really be true? Could the fates have matched her with someone like Tony Stark? The thought both thrilled and terrified her. He was so different from anyone she had ever known, let alone imagined as her soulmate. He was brilliant, yes, but also larger than life, surrounded by constant attention and endless expectations. That wasn’t the kind of life she had ever wanted for herself.

She glanced at her wrist, at the small, elegant script that read Oh damn, and felt a pang of frustration. It was such a simple, common phrase, the opposite of what she had imagined her soulmate would say. For years, she had worried that the words marked there would belong to someone shallow, someone who wouldn’t understand her, who wouldn’t appreciate the depth of her love for literature, for the quiet beauty of the world.

And yet… she had felt something in that moment. Something she couldn’t quite define. Maybe it was the way Tony had looked at her, or maybe it was just the shock of meeting him in such an unexpected way. But the idea of him being her soulmate had lodged itself in her mind, refusing to leave.

She tried to push the thoughts away, focusing instead on her story. She was working on a tale about a small, adventurous rabbit who discovered a hidden garden, filled with plants that glowed in the moonlight. It was a story she had been turning over in her mind for days, one that had started as a vague idea but was now slowly taking shape.

But as she wrote, her thoughts kept slipping back to Tony. What would he think if he knew about her work? Would he even be interested in something so… simple, so unglamorous compared to his world of high-tech suits and saving the day? She couldn’t imagine him sitting down to read a children’s book, let alone one written by her.

Still, the thought of him made her heart race. And that was what scared her the most. She didn’t want to be swept up in his world, to be caught in the spotlight simply because she was connected to him. She liked her quiet life, her small but meaningful successes. She didn’t want that to change.

But as she sat there, the sun slowly setting and the park growing quieter, she realized that it might be too late for that. The fates had a way of forcing their hand, of pushing people into situations they weren’t entirely prepared for. And maybe, just maybe, this was one of those times.

Y/N had been so lost in the world of her books that she barely noticed the sun slipping behind the horizon, casting the park in a gentle twilight. She finally decided it was time to head home and carefully gathered her books, placing them back into her bag. But as she stood up, she caught sight of someone leaning casually against a nearby tree. She nearly jumped in surprise when she recognized him.

Tony Stark was standing there, his arms crossed, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, his beard meticulously groomed. The expression on his face was one she hadn’t expected—soft, adoring, as if he had all the time in the world just to watch her. For a moment, she felt completely exposed, like he could see right through her.

“How long have you been standing there?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

Tony pushed off the tree and sauntered toward her with that signature Stark confidence. “I think I came around the time you were switching between Sylvia Plath and 1001 Nights,” he replied with a grin.

She narrowed her eyes at him, both annoyed and flustered by his sudden appearance. “And how can I help you today, Mr. Iron Man?” she teased, trying to hide how his intense gaze made her feel like she was the only person in the world for him.

Tony chuckled softly but before he could respond, she held up a hand, stopping him. “Wait, don’t answer that question. First, tell me how you found me here. It’s not exactly a place most people know about.”

Tony’s grin widened as he shrugged slightly, the picture of nonchalance. “Let’s just say I have a very resourceful AI and a bit of a genius for a brain. But honestly, finding you wasn’t the hard part—it was staying away that was tough.”

She bit her lip, trying to maintain her composure despite the butterflies that had erupted in her stomach. “You… stayed away?”

“For a few hours,” Tony admitted, his voice softer now, almost vulnerable. “I wasn’t sure if I should come over, but then I realized I couldn’t just let you walk away without seeing you again.”

Y/N felt her heart skip a beat. She didn’t know whether to be flattered or alarmed by his determination. She had never been someone who enjoyed attention, especially not from someone as high-profile as Tony Stark. Yet, here he was, making her feel like she was the center of his universe.

“And what exactly do you plan to do now that you’ve found me?” she asked, tilting her head slightly as she studied him, trying to decipher his intentions.

Tony met her gaze, his expression serious now. “I plan to convince you that ‘Oh damn’ wasn’t just a throwaway line. I know it’s not exactly poetic, but…” He paused, taking a step closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “I think you might be worth more than all the poetry in the world.”

Her breath caught in her throat at his words, and for a moment, she couldn’t speak. This wasn’t the Tony Stark she had expected—arrogant, flippant, and full of bravado. This was a man who seemed genuinely invested in getting to know her, who saw something in her that she didn’t fully understand yet.

Y/N swallowed, trying to find her voice. “You know, Mr. Stark, you’re not what I expected.”

“Good,” Tony replied, his smile returning, though there was a tenderness in his eyes. “I don’t want to be what you expect. I want to be… better.”

She couldn’t help but smile back, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. Maybe, just maybe, there was more to Tony Stark than met the eye. And maybe, she was willing to find out just what that was.

Tony watched her closely, noticing the way her cheeks flushed at his words. The sight made his heart skip a beat, and he knew he was finally getting to her, breaking through that calm, composed exterior she kept so carefully intact.

“Would you not call me Mr. Stark?” Tony asked, his voice dipping lower, almost playful. “I do love it coming from your mouth… and honestly, it does so many things to me…”

Y/N’s blush deepened, and Tony could see the effect his words had on her. He leaned in just a little closer, his tone teasing but laced with something deeper. “Maybe we can keep the ‘Mr. Stark’ for more… private encounters.”

Her breath hitched, and she quickly averted her gaze, bending down to pick up her books as if they could shield her from the intensity of the moment. But she couldn’t hide from Tony—he was relentless, and she could feel his eyes on her, burning with an intensity that made her pulse race.

“I’ll call you Tony if that’s what you prefer,” she replied, her voice slightly shaky but still managing to hold onto a semblance of control.

Tony couldn’t help but smile at her attempt to stay composed, admiring how she was trying to hide her shyness. “Tony it is then,” he said, still watching her with that same adoring gaze.

As she gathered her books, he noticed how her fingers fumbled slightly, her nerves getting the better of her despite her best efforts. It was endearing, and Tony felt a swell of affection for her—a feeling he wasn’t used to, but one he found himself embracing more and more.

He stepped forward, reaching out to gently take one of the books from her hands, his fingers brushing against hers. “Let me help you with these,” he offered, his voice softening.

Y/N hesitated for a moment, glancing up at him with wide eyes, as if she was trying to decide whether or not to let him in. But then, she nodded, allowing him to take the book from her.

“Thank you,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Tony smiled down at her, feeling an unexpected surge of protectiveness. “Anytime, Y/N. Anytime.”

As they stood there, close enough to feel each other’s warmth, Tony couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, he had finally found something—or someone—worth holding onto.

"How did you reach here without your fan crowds following you" she asks

“I flew here,” he had said with a smirk, enjoying the surprised look on her face when he admitted to arriving in his suit.

“You flew here? In your suit?” she asked, incredulity lacing her voice as she glanced around.

“Yes,” Tony replied, his smirk widening.

“But… I don’t see your suit anywhere,” she continued, her eyes narrowing slightly as if trying to catch him in a lie.

Tony chuckled softly, relishing the moment. “That’s because it’s here,” he said, lifting his wrist to show her the sleek bracelet. With a quick press of a button, his suit began to unfold from the bracelet, the pieces assembling themselves into the iconic armor.

Y/N’s eyes widened in astonishment, and she took a small step back, clearly impressed. “It’s a beautiful piece of machinery,” she finally said, her voice filled with genuine admiration. “I don’t understand the technology of it, but it does look so… sophisticated and well-designed.”

Tony’s heart swelled at her words. He had been praised by some of the brightest minds in the world, but something about her admiration felt more authentic, more real. It wasn’t just about the suit or his genius; it was about how she saw the world, how she saw him.

“Maybe I can show you the lab too,” Tony added, a hopeful note in his voice, wondering if she would say yes.

“I’d like that,” she said with a small smile, her eyes softening. “I’m struggling to finish this new story, so it might be a refreshing small break for me.”

Tony’s heart leaped with excitement. “Let’s go then,” he said, offering her his hand.

She hesitated for just a moment before placing her hand in his, and Tony couldn’t help but notice how perfectly their hands fit together. As they started walking, he felt a strange sense of contentment wash over him—a feeling he hadn’t experienced in a long time.

“Ready for a little adventure?” Tony asked, glancing over at her with a playful grin.

“Are we going to walk there? Since you flew here…” she asked, not quite realizing the implications of her words until she saw the romantic look in Tony’s eyes shift into something playful and mischievous.

“I have something else in mind,” he replied, and before she could react, Tony stepped into his suit.

In a flash, he was encased in the sleek armor, the familiar whir and hum of the technology surrounding him. Y/N’s heart raced as she tried to comprehend what was happening.

Then, before she could fully process it, Tony scooped her up effortlessly into his arms.

“Wait, what—?” she exclaimed, but her words were cut off as he jetted off into the sky, the city of New York sprawling beneath them.

The rush of wind whipped around them, and Y/N instinctively closed her eyes tightly, her heart pounding in her chest. She clutched Tony’s neck like her life depended on it, feeling a mixture of thrill and terror.

“Whoa!” she finally managed to breathe out, her voice a mix of exhilaration and disbelief.

“Hold on tight!” Tony shouted back, his laughter ringing in her ears as they soared through the night sky. “I promise, it’s going to be a smooth ride!”

Y/N couldn’t help but let out a nervous laugh, the thrill of the moment overcoming her initial fear. As they flew higher, she slowly opened her eyes, taking in the breathtaking view of the city lights twinkling below them.

“Is this how you always travel?” she called out, feeling the adrenaline rush coursing through her veins.

“Only when I’m trying to impress my soulmate,” he replied, glancing down at her with that playful smirk that made her heart flutter.

The rush of flying with him felt exhilarating, and she couldn’t help but smile despite her initial shock. “You definitely succeeded!”

As they approached Stark Tower, Y/N’s mind raced with the thrill of it all. In that moment, she realized she was not just captivated by the experience, but also by the man holding her—the genius billionaire with a heart that seemed to match the wildness of the sky they were soaring through.

As Tony gently set Y/N down on the rooftop of Stark Tower, the machines began to whir and click, efficiently retracting his suit piece by piece. Y/N still felt breathless from the exhilaration of the flight, her heart racing in tandem with the adrenaline.

"You scared me," she chided, brushing a few loose strands of hair behind her ear as she regained her composure. "A heads-up would have been nice!"

Tony chuckled, the sound rich and warm against the backdrop of the sprawling city below. “Now, where’s the fun in that?” he teased, a playful glint in his eye. He took a step closer, the vibrant city lights reflecting in his gaze.

Y/N couldn’t help but smile at his irreverent charm, even as she tried to suppress the fluttering sensation in her stomach. “You’re impossible,” she replied, crossing her arms playfully.

“Maybe,” he said, leaning against the edge of the rooftop. “But you’ve got to admit, it was pretty epic.”

She couldn’t deny it. The rush of flying through the air with him was unlike anything she had ever experienced. “Okay, I’ll give you that,” she conceded, looking out over the city. “It was incredible.”

“Now that we’re up here, what do you think?” Tony asked, gesturing to the impressive view. “Welcome to my home away from home.”

Y/N turned to look at him, her heart swelling with warmth. “It’s beautiful,” she said, genuinely impressed. “I can’t believe I’m here.”

Tony’s expression softened as he watched her take it all in. “And you’re going to love the lab,” he said, his voice low and sincere. “Let me show you what I’ve been working on. I think you’ll find it fascinating.”

“I’d love to see it,” she replied, her curiosity piqued.

“Great,” Tony said, taking her hand and leading her toward the entrance to the building. “But just so you know, I’m going to have to impress you even more now.”

“Oh really?” Y/N quipped, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “You think you can top that?”

“Challenge accepted,” he said, grinning as they stepped inside. With every step, Y/N felt her excitement build, eager to learn more about the man who had unexpectedly turned her world upside down.

As they stood on the rooftop, Y/N couldn’t help but admire the sprawling city beneath them, its lights twinkling like stars scattered across a velvet canvas. The breeze tousled her hair, and for a moment, she felt utterly at peace.

“How do you leave this place every day?” she mused, leaning against the railing. “I can’t fathom it. It’s so peaceful here. I could just put my sofa here and write and read and never leave this place.”

Tony watched her, his gaze warm and appreciative. “I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” he replied, stepping closer. “I can make it happen for you, baby girl.” His voice dropped to a near whisper, brushing against her ear, and Y/N gasped at their sudden proximity.

Her heart raced as she felt the warmth of his breath against her skin. “Tony…” she started, her voice barely a whisper. The way he called her “baby girl” sent shivers down her spine, igniting a mix of excitement and nerves within her.

“Just think about it,” he continued, his tone playful yet sincere. “A cozy little reading nook up here, just you, your books, and the city skyline as your backdrop. No distractions, just peace and inspiration.”

Y/N felt her cheeks heat at the thought, both flattered and thrilled by his offer. “That sounds amazing, but I don’t want to impose,” she said, her voice shaking slightly as she tried to regain her composure.

Tony chuckled softly, clearly enjoying her flustered state. “You’re not imposing. In fact, I think it would be a perfect addition to this place,” he insisted. “You belong here, Y/N. I can’t help but want to make it happen.”

As she turned to meet his gaze, Y/N saw a sincerity in his eyes that made her heart flutter even more. “You really mean that, don’t you?” she asked, searching his face for confirmation.

“Absolutely,” he replied, his expression earnest. “You inspire me. Plus, who wouldn’t want a brilliant author hanging around?”

Y/N felt a rush of warmth at his words, and despite her initial hesitation, she couldn’t shake the feeling that this was the beginning of something incredible. She smiled, feeling a sense of belonging that she hadn’t expected to find. “Okay, then. Let’s see your lab,” she said, a newfound confidence in her voice.

“After you, my dear,” Tony said, gesturing grandly toward the entrance with a charming grin. As they walked inside, Y/N felt the thrill of adventure bubbling within her, eager to explore not only the impressive lab but also the connection blossoming between them.

As they stepped into the sleek interior of Stark Tower, Y/N was suddenly greeted by a smooth, robotic voice. “Welcome Miss., Mr Stark’s soulmate. I am JARVIS.”

Startled, Y/N nearly clutched Tony's arm, her heart racing at the unexpected greeting. “What? What…?” she stammered, wide-eyed as she turned to Tony, half-amused and half-terrified by the voice of the AI.

Tony couldn’t help but laugh, clearly enjoying her reaction. “I should have warned you about JARVIS,” he said, a teasing glint in his eyes. “He tends to be a bit… formal.”

Y/N blinked at the AI, “Is that really how you introduce yourself?” she asked, a mixture of surprise and curiosity lacing her tone.

“Only when it comes to important guests,” JARVIS replied smoothly. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Y/N.”

Y/N’s surprise melted into a smile, her initial shock fading as she processed the AI’s welcoming demeanor. “It’s nice to meet you too, JARVIS,” she said, trying to sound composed.

Tony leaned closer, his voice low and playful. “See? Even JARVIS is on my side. I think it’s a sign.”

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully, but a small smile crept onto her lips. “Is that how you woo all your guests? With AI compliments?”

“Only the special ones,” he replied, grinning widely. “Now, shall we?” He motioned toward the impressive lab, eager to show her around.

“Lead the way,” she said, feeling a mix of excitement and curiosity as they stepped deeper into Tony’s world. The atmosphere buzzed with energy, and Y/N felt a spark of inspiration igniting within her as she followed Tony into the heart of his genius.

As they entered the lab, Tony felt a surge of pride mixed with excitement. This was his sanctuary—a space filled with cutting-edge technology, intricate gadgets, and the fruits of his labor. It was also a place he had never opened up to anyone before, but somehow, it felt entirely right to share it with Y/N.

“What’s this?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity as she approached a sleek, metallic device sitting on a workbench.

“That’s a prototype for a new energy source,” Tony explained, stepping closer. “It’s still in the early stages, but I think it has the potential to change how we generate power.”

“Wow,” Y/N said, genuinely impressed. “It looks so advanced. How do you even begin to create something like this?”

Tony smiled, thrilled by her interest. “Well, it all starts with a vision. I think about what’s possible and then reverse-engineer it until I have a workable model. You’d be surprised how many ideas come from just tinkering.”

She nodded, hanging on his every word like it was gold. “I love that. It’s like writing a story. You start with an idea and then build on it until it becomes something real.”

“Exactly!” he replied, his enthusiasm matching hers. “And just like a good story, you have to be willing to take risks and make adjustments along the way.”

As they moved through the lab, Y/N asked questions about every piece of technology they encountered. “What’s this one?” she inquired, pointing to a cluster of colorful wires and glowing lights.

“That’s a neural interface,” Tony said, proud to explain. “It allows users to control devices with their thoughts. I’m still perfecting it, but the potential is limitless.”

Her eyes widened. “That’s incredible! Can it really read thoughts?”

“In theory, yes. It’s still a work in progress, though,” he replied, enjoying the way her fascination lit up the room.

Y/N continued to explore, her excitement palpable as she leaned closer to examine the gadgets. “What about this one?” she asked, reaching for a small, spherical drone perched on a shelf.

Tony grinned, watching her enthusiasm with delight. “That’s one of my favorites. It’s designed to assist with search and rescue missions. It can scan areas for heat signatures and transmit data back to me in real time.”

“Impressive!” she exclaimed, her admiration for him growing by the second. “I had no idea you did so much.”

“Just another day in the life of Tony Stark,” he said, attempting to sound nonchalant, but the pride in his voice was unmistakable.

As they moved deeper into the lab, Y/N continued to ask questions, each one drawing Tony in further. It was a refreshing change from the usual encounters he had, where people were often enamored by his fame rather than his work. With Y/N, he felt seen for who he truly was—a passionate inventor and a dreamer.

Finally, as they paused in front of a massive screen displaying complex data, Y/N turned to him, her expression serious. “You really care about all of this, don’t you? It’s more than just technology for you.”

Tony nodded, feeling a warmth spread through him at her insight. “It is. It’s about making a difference, pushing boundaries, and—” he hesitated for a moment, “—leaving a legacy.”

Y/N smiled softly, her admiration for him evident in her gaze. “I think that’s amazing. You’re not just creating for yourself; you’re creating for the world.”

Tony’s heart swelled at her words. In that moment, surrounded by his creations, he felt a deeper connection to Y/N, one that transcended their initial encounter. She was not just his soulmate; she was someone who understood the passion that drove him. And as he looked into her eyes, he realized that this was the kind of bond he had always yearned for.

Suddenly, Y/N’s phone rang, breaking the moment’s magic. She glanced at the screen, her brow furrowing slightly, and Tony noticed the flicker of concern in her eyes. He couldn’t help but feel a flash of annoyance at whoever was on the other end, stirring a hint of worry in his soulmate.

“Excuse me for a moment,” she said, stepping aside to answer the call. As Tony watched her, he was captivated by her grace, the way her long black hair swayed gently as she turned away. She stood near the massive glass windows of the lab, the cityscape of New York sprawling beneath them. The ambient glow from the skyline framed her, and for a brief moment, she looked like she belonged in a painting—a figure caught in a world of creativity and ambition.

Y/N spoke softly into the phone, her expression shifting from curious to serious. Although she maintained her composure, Tony could sense a slight tension in her posture. He clenched his jaw, feeling an unfamiliar protectiveness bubble inside him. No one should make his soulmate anxious; she deserved to be surrounded by positivity and encouragement.

After a moment that felt like an eternity, Y/N ended the call, taking a deep breath as she returned to him. “It was my publisher,” she explained, her voice steady yet tinged with the remnants of the conversation. “I have a deadline for my new book. It’s finished, but I still have to make some adjustments.”

“What’s it about?” Tony asked, genuinely interested, his previous irritation fading away as he focused on her passion.

Y/N’s face lit up, and for a moment, she seemed to forget her earlier worries. “It’s a children’s story written in poetic form,” she said, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “It’s about encouraging kids to pursue their dreams and never give up.” She spoke with a heartfelt joy that warmed Tony’s heart. He could see how much this project meant to her, and it deepened his admiration for her creativity and commitment to inspiring young minds.

“That sounds amazing,” he replied, feeling inspired by her passion. “I can’t wait to read it.”

“I have to go now. I’ll call a taxi,” she said, glancing at her watch.

“Or you can take one of my cars,” he suggested with a playful grin. “The Lamborghini suits you perfectly.”

Y/N shot him a mock scolding look, raising an eyebrow in a way that was both adorable and fierce. “I can’t just take your car every time, Tony.”

He sheepishly withdrew, holding up his hands in surrender. “Alright, alright, no more car offers.”

Just as he began to think she might leave without any fanfare, Y/N slowly approached him, her expression softening. She rose up on her toes and pressed a gentle peck on his cheek. The brief touch sent a jolt of warmth through him, igniting his heart.

“This was fun,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll see you soon.”

As she stepped back, Tony stood frozen, breathless and dazed. The simplicity of the gesture was overwhelming, and he couldn’t help but think, Oh yes, I am so whipped. A smile crept onto his face, the kind that felt like it could light up the entire tower. This woman, this beautiful, intelligent soul, had effortlessly captured his heart in a matter of hours.

He watched as she walked away, feeling an insatiable desire to keep her close. The moment was fleeting, but it left an indelible mark on him, one he knew he would carry with him until they met again.

As Y/N walked away, Tony stood there, momentarily paralyzed by the softness of her kiss. The world around him faded into a blur; the bustling sounds of the lab and the city below fell silent. All he could focus on was the warmth that lingered on his cheek, a delicate reminder of her presence. The simplicity of that single gesture sent his mind into a whirlwind of emotions, stirring something deep within him that he had never fully acknowledged before.

He felt a rush of exhilaration, like the first spark of energy from his arc reactor coursing through him. The kiss was innocent yet electrifying, and he couldn't help but replay the moment over and over in his mind. Did she really just kiss me? he thought, a smile creeping across his face. The thought made his heart race, pounding in his chest like a wild drum. For so long, he had been surrounded by people who were drawn to his fame, wealth, and the Iron Man persona. But Y/N saw him—Tony Stark, the man behind the legend. She wasn’t intimidated or starstruck; she was genuine, and that authenticity captivated him.

As the initial thrill began to settle, a wave of protectiveness washed over him. He thought about how anyone could make her anxious, and that thought alone ignited a fierce need to shield her from anything that could dim the light in her eyes. No one gets to make her feel anything less than amazing, he vowed silently. The possessiveness surprised him; he had never been the type to feel this way about anyone, but with Y/N, everything felt different.

He thought back to their conversation and how effortlessly she had captured his attention. The way her face lit up while discussing her children’s book revealed a passion and depth that he hadn’t anticipated. She was not just another pretty face; she was intelligent, witty, and so full of life. That realization made him want to learn everything about her, to know the stories behind her stories, and to be a part of her world.

Tony couldn’t shake the feeling of urgency that clawed at him. He wanted to be the one to encourage her, to support her dreams, and to ensure she knew how extraordinary she truly was. He had never been the type to invest so deeply in someone so quickly, yet Y/N seemed to unravel a side of him he thought was buried beneath layers of sarcasm and bravado.

As he watched her leave, Tony felt a strange mix of excitement and apprehension. What if she doesn’t want to see me again? The thought made his stomach twist. He couldn’t allow that to happen. He was determined to show her that he was worth her time, that he was more than just Iron Man and a billionaire—he was Tony, and he could make her laugh, challenge her intellect, and share in her passions.

With renewed determination, he made a silent promise to himself: he would find a way to be in her life, to support her in her endeavors, and to ensure that their paths intertwined in a way that was undeniable. He wasn’t just going to let fate decide their future. No, he would pursue her with the same tenacity he brought to every challenge, because Y/N was not just his soulmate; she was a woman who had ignited something in him he thought was lost.

As he turned back toward the lab, a grin broke across his face. This was just the beginning, and he was ready to take on whatever it took to keep Y/N close, to explore this connection that felt so powerful and rare. The kiss had sealed a promise in his heart, one he intended to honor with every fiber of his being. Tony Stark was going to make sure that this time, fate wouldn’t be the only force at play; he would be the one to steer their destiny.

As Tony stood there, lost in the afterglow of Y/N's kiss, Jarvis's calm, analytical voice broke through his reverie.

"I sense a sudden rise in your heart rate, sir," the AI commented, his tone devoid of emotion yet surprisingly perceptive. "You are also displaying small symptoms of breathlessness, and your face temperature seems slightly higher than normal. Should I ring the doctor?"

Tony couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. “Jarvis, I appreciate your concern,” he replied, waving a dismissive hand as he turned to face the AI interface glowing in front of him. “But I don’t need a doctor. I just had a very significant moment with my soulmate, thank you very much.” The bemusement in his voice was layered with an edge of incredulity.

While Jarvis had access to countless data points about human physiology, he was, after all, an artificial intelligence. He couldn’t comprehend the emotional whirlwind swirling inside Tony at that moment. To Jarvis, the information was mere statistics: a heartbeat rising, temperature increasing, a slight gasp. But to Tony, it was a maelstrom of feelings—joy, excitement, and a rush of affection that felt almost overwhelming.

“Your biological reactions are consistent with experiencing heightened emotional stimuli, sir. Would it not be prudent to assess the situation medically?” Jarvis pressed, the logical insistence of his programming evident.

Tony leaned back against the counter, folding his arms as he let out an exasperated sigh. “Jarvis, you might know everything about my body, but you can’t understand what it feels like to be utterly and completely captivated by someone,” he retorted, the hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “It’s like trying to explain color to someone who’s been blind their whole life.”

His heart continued to race, the memory of Y/N’s soft lips on his cheek igniting a fire in his chest that he couldn’t quite articulate. The way she had looked at him, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and mischief, was enough to leave him breathless. He didn’t need a medical diagnosis to know that he was feeling something profound.

“Your poetic metaphors are noted, sir. However, may I suggest that you consider the possibility of underlying physiological concerns?” Jarvis replied, a hint of dry humor lacing his response.

Tony couldn’t suppress a laugh, shaking his head at the AI’s relentless adherence to logic. “Jarvis, I’m perfectly fine. I’m just in a… state of emotional upheaval. That’s all.” He paused, then added with a smirk, “But don’t go telling anyone about this. The Iron Man can’t be seen having a moment, can he?”

As he spoke, Tony’s mind was already racing ahead, planning how he could make this connection with Y/N deeper. His heart was still pounding, but now it was filled with a sense of purpose. He wouldn’t let the opportunity slip through his fingers. With every beat, he felt a determination to be the man she deserved, to show her the world he inhabited and invite her into it fully.

“Very well, sir. I’ll log this incident as a ‘significant emotional event’ in your records,” Jarvis replied, his voice lightening with amusement. “And I will refrain from informing anyone of your current state of emotional upheaval.”

“Good call, Jarvis,” Tony replied, the warmth of Y/N’s kiss still lingering on his skin. He straightened up, a newfound energy coursing through him. “Now, let’s get back to work. I have a soulmate to impress.”

With that, Tony turned away from the interface, his mind already buzzing with ideas. He felt invigorated, ready to embrace this new chapter with Y/N, no matter the challenges that lay ahead. The thrill of possibility was electrifying, and he was determined to seize it with both hands.

Y/N sat at her desk, the soft glow of her desk lamp illuminating the pages spread out before her. The comforting scent of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air, mingling with the faint scent of paper and ink that always surrounded her workspace. She was in the final stages of editing her latest children’s book, carefully crafting each sentence to inspire young readers. But no matter how focused she tried to be, her thoughts kept drifting back to Tony.

She stared at her computer screen, her fingers hovering over the keyboard, but the words she needed to write seemed to slip through her fingers like sand. Instead, her mind replayed the moments from their time together at Stark Tower—the way Tony had looked at her with those warm, expressive eyes, and how he had so effortlessly made her feel special in a world that often felt overwhelming. His laughter echoed in her ears, mingling with the soft whispers of their conversation.

The memory of their shared moments hung heavily in her thoughts. She had been so surprised by his openness, the way he had welcomed her into his world of technology and invention, sharing parts of himself that he rarely showed anyone. That warmth contrasted starkly with the intense persona he displayed to the world, and it made her feel honored that he had chosen to share that side with her. She thought of the excitement in his voice as he explained his inventions and the passion he had for his work. It was a stark reminder of the many layers he possessed, and she felt a thrill at the thought of uncovering each one.

But it was their brief kiss that lingered the longest in her mind. Y/N bit her lip, recalling how her heart had raced the moment she had leaned in and pressed her lips to his cheek. The impulsive gesture had felt natural, yet she had also been acutely aware of the weight of the moment. It was a simple act, but it had carried a weight of meaning she hadn’t anticipated. She didn’t want to push him away, but she also didn’t want to seem too eager or overwhelming. The kiss was a delicate balance—a promise of something more, yet not too much all at once.

She sighed, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear as she tried to refocus on her work. But the thought of Tony’s playful grin and the mischievous sparkle in his eyes kept pulling her back into that moment. It was astonishing how someone could stir such a whirlwind of emotions within her—a mix of excitement, joy, and a hint of anxiety.

Feeling a surge of gratitude, Y/N smiled softly to herself. She was thankful that Tony had trusted her enough to invite her into his personal space. Not everyone got to see that side of him, she mused. It made her wonder about his past, the reasons he was so guarded, and why he chose her to share his world with. There was a sweetness in their connection that felt both exhilarating and terrifying.

Setting her editing aside for a moment, Y/N grabbed her notebook and a pen, flipping to a fresh page. She began to jot down her thoughts about Tony, her heart swelling as she wrote. Each word flowed with a mix of admiration and affection, detailing the little moments that made her smile. The way he had brushed a stray hair behind her ear, the way he had listened intently to her ideas, and how his laughter had brightened the room.

As she wrote, she found herself leaning into the feelings that had blossomed between them, no longer afraid of what that might mean. Her heart raced at the thought of exploring this newfound connection. She envisioned their future encounters, moments filled with laughter, shared dreams, and perhaps more kisses—each one a promise of deeper intimacy.

Y/N paused, her pen hovering over the page, feeling a warmth blossom in her chest. She realized that this was more than just a crush; it was a spark of something significant. Something that could change everything. Taking a deep breath, she set the pen down and returned to her editing, this time with renewed energy and clarity. The words she had struggled to find earlier now flowed effortlessly as she infused her writing with the joy that Tony had inspired in her.

As she worked, she couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, she was ready to embrace whatever this connection with Tony would bring. With a smile on her face, she dove back into her story, feeling invigorated by the possibilities that lay ahead.

Y/N took a deep breath as she stepped out of the cab in front of Stark Tower. The towering structure loomed above her, reflecting the afternoon sun like a giant mirror. She felt a thrill of excitement coursing through her veins, mingled with a hint of anxiety. After submitting her manuscript to the publisher, she had decided on a whim to visit Tony, her heart drawing her toward him like a magnet. But as she approached the entrance, she noticed a large crowd gathered outside, their voices rising in a cacophony of excitement.

Her heart sank. Crowds had always made her anxious, and the thought of pushing through throngs of people just to see Tony felt overwhelming. “Maybe this is a bad idea,” she thought, taking a step back, ready to turn around and find a quieter place to think.

But just as she began to retreat, a familiar figure stepped forward, breaking through the crowd like a beacon. Happy, Tony’s trusted man and best friend, waved at her with a wide grin.

“Hey there! What are you doing?” he called out, making his way toward her with a confident stride.

Y/N hesitated, her heart racing as she met his gaze. “I was just… thinking about visiting Tony, but maybe now isn’t a good time,” she replied, glancing nervously at the crowd.

Happy chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “He’ll have my head if I let you go without meeting him. Come on!” He gestured for her to follow him, steering her away from the chaos at the entrance and toward a side door that led into the building.

“But I don’t want to interrupt,” she protested, her unease bubbling up again. “He probably has a lot going on.”

“Trust me,” Happy replied, his voice firm yet friendly. “Tony’s been looking forward to seeing you. You’re not interrupting anything. You’re a breath of fresh air around here.” He flashed her a reassuring smile, and for a moment, her anxiety began to fade.

Reluctantly, Y/N followed him inside, the cool air of the tower wrapping around her like a comforting blanket. They walked through a sleek, modern hallway, the walls adorned with art and technology that made her heart race with excitement.

As they approached the elevator, Happy turned to her, his expression earnest. “You’re really going to like it here. Just be yourself, and Tony will do the rest.”

Y/N nodded, her nerves still fluttering in her stomach. “Thanks, Happy. I appreciate you helping me.”

The elevator doors slid open, and they stepped inside. Happy pressed the button for the top floor, and the elevator began to ascend smoothly. As they rose, Y/N could feel her heart pounding in anticipation. What would Tony say? What would they talk about? The thought of seeing him again made her giddy.

When the elevator chimed, indicating they had reached their destination, the doors opened to reveal the breathtaking view of the city skyline. Y/N gasped at the sight. The entire expanse of the city stretched out before her, glittering like a sea of diamonds under the sun.

“Welcome to the top floor,” Happy announced with a flourish, stepping aside to let her take it all in.

“Wow,” she breathed, stepping forward to take in the view. “This is incredible.”

Happy grinned at her reaction. “It gets better.” He led her through a large open space filled with sleek, high-tech equipment and glass walls that showcased the view. “And right over here is the lab. Tony should be around here somewhere.”

As they walked in, Y/N spotted Tony at the far end of the lab, hunched over a workbench, engrossed in what appeared to be a new gadget. He was clad in his usual casual attire, a fitted shirt and jeans, with a slight sheen of concentration on his face that made him look both focused and utterly captivating.

“Tony!” Happy called out, breaking the quiet hum of machinery.

Tony looked up, a smile breaking across his face as he spotted Y/N. “Hey! You made it!” He dropped what he was working on and hurried over, his excitement palpable.

Y/N felt a rush of warmth spread through her at his welcoming tone. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” she said, her voice slightly shaky.

“Not at all,” he said, shaking his head. “I was just tinkering with this. But you—” he stepped closer, his gaze softening. “You are the highlight of my day.”

Y/N’s heart fluttered at his words, and she felt the earlier anxiety melt away as she got lost in his gaze. “I just thought I’d drop by. I submitted my manuscript, and I wanted to celebrate a little.”

“Then let’s celebrate!” Tony exclaimed, his enthusiasm infectious. “Happy, go grab some drinks. We’re having a mini-celebration!”

Y/N felt a rush of warmth spread through her at his words, and she quickly shook her head. “You know, instead of drinks, how about I cook something? I could whip up a little celebration feast.”

Tony raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “You cook? Now that’s something I didn’t expect from my soulmate,” he said, grinning. “What can you make?”

Y/N chuckled, her confidence growing. “A little bit of everything, really. Italian, Asian, some good old-fashioned comfort food. But I think I’ll need a kitchen to work with.”

Tony’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “You’ve just won the jackpot. My kitchen is fully stocked and ready for a chef like you.” He gestured grandly toward a nearby doorway. “Follow me to the culinary paradise.”

As they walked toward the kitchen, Y/N felt a flutter of nerves mixed with exhilaration. Cooking for Tony felt like a big step, but she loved the idea of sharing a piece of herself with him in such a personal way.

The kitchen was spacious and modern, equipped with the latest gadgets and gleaming countertops. Y/N’s eyes widened at the sight. “Wow, this is impressive!”

“Only the best for my soulmate,” Tony said, leaning against the counter with a playful smirk. “Now, what’s on the menu?”

“Let’s see…” Y/N replied, pulling her phone out to browse through her saved recipes. “How about a classic spaghetti carbonara? It’s simple but always a crowd-pleaser.”

“Sounds amazing,” Tony said, watching her with admiration. “I’ll be your sous-chef. What do you need me to do?”

Y/N laughed, feeling a wave of warmth at his eagerness to help. “You can chop the garlic and get the pasta boiling while I prep the sauce.”

“Consider it done.” Tony hopped to action, grabbing a cutting board and a knife with surprising enthusiasm. “Chopping garlic? This is way more fun than I expected.”

Y/N smiled as she began mixing the eggs, cheese, and pepper for the sauce. She stole glances at Tony as he diligently chopped, his focus unwavering. There was something undeniably charming about watching him tackle a mundane task with such determination.

“So, while we cook,” Tony said, glancing up at her, “tell me more about your writing. What inspired you to write children’s books?”

Y/N felt a swell of pride at the question. “I’ve always believed in the power of stories to inspire and uplift,” she explained, her voice growing animated. “When I was a kid, I had books that helped me escape and dream big. I wanted to create that same magic for other kids.”

Tony nodded, clearly impressed. “That’s incredible. You really have a gift for it, you know. It takes a special kind of person to do what you do.”

“Thanks, Tony,” she said, her cheeks warming at his praise. “It means a lot coming from you. You’ve done so much to inspire others, too, in your own way.”

“Touché,” he replied, a hint of amusement in his eyes. “But I’m not the one writing stories for children. I build high-tech suits and fight bad guys. You’re shaping young minds, and that’s a huge responsibility.”

“True, but I think stories can change the world in a different way,” she countered, stirring the sauce. “They teach empathy, creativity, and resilience.”

“Okay, I see your point,” Tony conceded, his gaze locked on her. “And it’s a damn good one.”

As they continued to prepare the meal, Y/N felt a sense of ease enveloping her. Cooking alongside Tony, sharing her thoughts and laughter, made her heart swell with affection. It was as if the world outside had faded away, leaving just the two of them in their little kitchen paradise.

Once the pasta was ready, Y/N plated the carbonara and turned to Tony, a grin spreading across her face. “Ta-da! Dinner is served.”

“Now, that looks incredible,” Tony said, his eyes lighting up as he took in the steaming plate. “I’m impressed, chef. You might just have to come back and cook for me more often.”

Y/N laughed, feeling a delightful warmth bloom in her chest. “Only if you promise to be my sous-chef again.”

“Deal.” He flashed her a charming smile, and as they sat down to eat, Y/N couldn’t help but feel like this was the start of something beautiful—a shared journey marked by laughter, stories, and a blossoming connection that felt destined.

As they settled at the dining table, Tony couldn’t help but steal glances at Y/N as she took a bite of the spaghetti carbonara. She had this effortless grace about her, a genuine joy radiating from her with each smile. But it was something else that captured his attention, something intoxicating that filled the air around her—a distinct fragrance that was both alluring and unique. It was subtle yet profound, lingering like a gentle embrace, and it stirred something deep within him.

“Okay, I have to ask,” Tony said, leaning back in his chair, his eyes narrowing playfully. “What is that amazing smell? You smell incredible. It’s like… a mix of flowers and sunshine.”

Y/N paused mid-bite, a blush creeping onto her cheeks as she met his gaze. “Really? You like it?”

“Like it? I’m obsessed with it,” he replied, a smirk playing on his lips. “Even Jarvis couldn’t figure out what it is. I’ve never encountered a scent like that before. It’s like you’re a walking garden.”

Her laughter danced through the air, soft and melodious. “That’s such a sweet compliment, Tony. But it’s not from a store or anything artificial. I make my own fragrance.”

Tony’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “You make your own fragrance? That’s incredible! Tell me more.”

Y/N leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “Yeah, it’s something my mom taught me when I was around 14 or 15. She’s really into natural remedies and holistic living, so I learned how to create my own scents using organic oils and natural flowers.”

“Wait, you mean to tell me you’re a fragrance wizard?” Tony teased, feigning disbelief. “What else don’t I know about you?”

Y/N giggled, shaking her head. “It’s not magic; it’s just a passion. I hate using artificial products, so I started experimenting with different essential oils and floral extracts. I combine them to create something that feels like me.”

“That’s seriously impressive,” Tony said, genuinely admiring her creativity. “What’s the secret blend?”

“I can’t tell you all my secrets,” she replied playfully, a mysterious glint in her eyes. “But I’ll share a little. I use jasmine for sweetness, a hint of lavender for calmness, and a touch of bergamot for that refreshing zest. It’s all about balance.”

“Jasmine, lavender, and bergamot? You’ve got the perfect trio,” Tony said, nodding as he imagined the scent swirling together. “You could sell this stuff; it’s that good.”

Y/N shrugged, a modest smile gracing her lips. “I’ve thought about it, but it’s more of a personal project for me. I like knowing that I’m wearing something natural, something my mom taught me to make. It feels more authentic.”

Tony leaned in, captivated not only by her fragrance but also by the passion behind her words. “I love that. It’s a connection to your roots, and it makes you even more special,” he said sincerely.

Y/N’s heart fluttered at his words. “Thanks, Tony. That means a lot. It’s nice to share something personal like this with you.”

“Anytime,” he said, a warm smile spreading across his face. “And just so you know, you’re making me rethink my entire grooming routine. I might just need a little Y/N touch in my life.”

“Don’t tell me you’re going to start making your own fragrance next,” she teased, raising an eyebrow.

“Why not? If it means smelling as good as you do, I’m in,” he replied, his playful grin returning. “Maybe we can have a fragrance-making date sometime.”

“I’d love that,” Y/N said, her cheeks heating at the thought. “It would be a fun experiment.”

As they continued to eat and chat, the atmosphere buzzed with a comfortable intimacy. The fragrance that lingered around Y/N felt like a part of her—a unique essence that matched her personality and spirit. And as Tony basked in the warmth of her presence, he couldn’t help but feel that this connection was something truly special.

Y/N looks up again, a playful smirk forming on her lips. “so, Are you saying the tech wizard Tony Stark is into fragrances?” she teased, leaning back in her chair, her gaze fixed on him with mock disbelief.

Tony chuckled, the corners of his mouth curling up in a warm smile. “I’m into everything my soulmate does,” he replied, his voice soft and affectionate. The sincerity in his tone made Y/N’s heart flutter as she felt the weight of his words sink in.

“Really?” she asked, her expression turning more serious, genuinely touched. “Even if I end up creating some funky scent that smells like a mix of daisies and old books?”

“Especially that!” he said, leaning closer with a twinkle in his eye. “I’d wear it with pride, believe me.”

Y/N couldn’t help but grin at his enthusiasm. “In that case, I think I’ll make one for you,” she declared, her mind already racing with ideas. “Something that captures the essence of Tony Stark—charismatic, bold, with a hint of mystery.”

“I’d love to wear it,” he said, a look of appreciation washing over his features. “Just promise me it won’t smell like motor oil or burnt circuits.”

Y/N laughed, the sound light and airy. “No promises,” she joked, tapping her chin thoughtfully. “I might add a note of technology just to keep it authentic.”

Before they could continue their banter, a voice interrupted them, startling Y/N. “Mr. Stark generally wears Gucci Flora,” Jarvis informed smoothly, his presence suddenly felt in the air.

Y/N jumped slightly in her seat, her eyes wide with surprise. “Oh! I didn’t even notice you there,” she admitted, a hint of embarrassment creeping into her cheeks. “It’ll take a while to get used to Jarvis’s presence for me.”

Tony couldn’t suppress his laughter at Y/N’s reaction. “It’s okay, Jarvis is more like a friendly ghost around here,” he said, waving his hand dismissively. “You’ll get used to him hovering in the background. Just think of him as my digital sidekick, always ready to deliver info—especially when it’s about my questionable taste in cologne.”

Y/N chuckled, still a bit flustered. “I guess I’m just not used to having an AI chime in on my conversations,” she admitted, glancing at the sleek interface of Jarvis’s system that illuminated the room.

“Don’t worry,” Jarvis said, his tone reassuring yet slightly playful. “I’m here to assist and observe. I assure you, it’s quite the experience to watch Mr. Stark navigate his feelings, especially when it involves you.”

Tony shot a look at Jarvis, feigning annoyance while secretly enjoying the way Y/N’s cheeks flushed a deeper shade. “You know, Jarvis, you’re supposed to be discreet,” he chided lightly. “Save the commentary for when we’re not talking about my fragrance preferences.”

“Noted, sir,” Jarvis replied, deadpan, leaving Tony to shake his head in mock exasperation.

Y/N smiled, feeling the warmth of their camaraderie. “I think I’d like to be a part of this ‘experience’ more often,” she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Who knew creating a fragrance could lead to such fun?”

“Believe me, this is just the beginning,” Tony said, leaning forward with enthusiasm. “When you get to know me, every day feels like an adventure. And with you, I want to explore all those little moments.”

As they continued their easy conversation, Y/N noticed the way Tony’s face lit up whenever she shared a piece of her world. Just then, Jarvis’s smooth, almost clinical voice sliced through the atmosphere.

“Sir, I must point out that I am detecting a notable increase in your heart rate at this moment,” Jarvis announced, devoid of any sense of embarrassment or tact.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Really? You can measure heart rates like that?” she asked, a playful smile tugging at her lips.

Tony’s cheeks flushed a shade of crimson as he glanced at Y/N, struggling to maintain his usual cool demeanor. “Uh, yeah, it’s just—” He cleared his throat, attempting to sound nonchalant. “It’s the excitement of having you here, that’s all.”

“Oh really?” Y/N teased, leaning in slightly, clearly enjoying the moment. “So, it’s my fault you’re all flustered?”

“Completely your fault,” he replied, his voice laced with mock seriousness. “I mean, I can’t help it if my soulmate’s presence is like an adrenaline shot to the heart.”

Just as Y/N was about to respond, Jarvis chimed in again, his tone completely unfazed by the flirtation. “If I may interject, sir, your face temperature is also significantly higher than normal. Would you like me to initiate a cooling protocol?”

“Jarvis!” Tony exclaimed, throwing his hands up in exaggerated exasperation. “Could you maybe not? I’d like to keep some semblance of dignity here.”

“Of course, sir,” Jarvis replied, seemingly oblivious to Tony’s embarrassment. “Activating sleep mode now. However, I must remind you that I will continue to monitor your vitals for any further emotional fluctuations.”

“Great,” Tony muttered, a hand raking through his hair in frustration. “So now I’m stuck with a monitoring system that won’t let me live this down. Just what I needed today.”

As they shared the lighthearted moment, the air was charged with a playful tension that was almost palpable. Just as Y/N was about to continue teasing Tony about their fragrance project, Jarvis’s voice cut through again, this time with an unexpected implication.

“Sir, I must also point out that the elevated heart rate could indicate a state of arousal,” Jarvis stated matter-of-factly, devoid of any sense of the personal nature of the comment.

Tony’s eyes widened in shock, and the color drained from his face. “What?” he stammered, his usual confident demeanor evaporating in an instant. “Jarvis, you can’t just—”

Y/N’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson, but rather than feeling embarrassed, she found herself staring at Tony with a mixture of amusement and affection. She loved seeing this side of him—vulnerable and flustered.

Tony felt the heat radiating from his face, a mix of embarrassment and disbelief. “I swear, if there was ever a way to ruin the moment, that was it,” he groaned, burying his face in his hands. He could feel every bit of his usually composed persona crumble as Y/N continued to look at him with a playful glint in her eye.

“Sir, if I may suggest,” Jarvis interjected, “perhaps Y/N can assist you in addressing your current state.”

Tony nearly choked at that, his embarrassment amplifying. “What?” he exclaimed, throwing his hands up in exasperation. “Now you’re trying to throw my soulmate into the mix?”

Y/N found herself drawn to the sight of him, the way his features softened and his bravado faltered. She felt a warmth spread through her at the thought of being the source of such flustered feelings. The mixture of affection and shyness washed over her as she observed how Tony wrestled with his embarrassment, his cool facade completely shattered.

“Ugh, I’m going to regret this,” Tony muttered, his voice muffled as he remained hidden behind his hands. Y/N watched him, her heart fluttering at the vulnerability he was showing.

She couldn’t help but admire how sincere he was, even in a moment of embarrassment. It was a side of him that felt incredibly real, and it made her feel closer to him, more connected than before.

“Believe me, I’m working on it,” he said, finally peeking out from behind his hands, looking both sheepish and determined. “If I have to face this kind of scrutiny every time I’m around you, I might just avoid this lab altogether.”

As he spoke, Y/N couldn’t help but feel a swell of affection for him. She appreciated how he wore his emotions so openly, how he let her see this side of him. It made her heart race, not from anxiety but from a deep-seated admiration for the man standing before her.

Tony rubbed the bridge of his nose in frustration, his face betraying the embarrassment that had engulfed him. “Jarvis, go to sleep. I beg you,” he said, his voice tinged with exasperation.

“Sir, it is my duty to monitor your vitals,” Jarvis replied calmly, unfazed by Tony’s plea. “The responses of your body seem consistent with Miss Y/N’s presence. Elevated heartbeat, raised body temperature, and a state of arousal.”

“Just what I needed,” Tony muttered under his breath, his cheeks flushed as he shot a quick glance at Y/N, who stood nearby, her expression a mixture of guilt and worry. He could see the way her eyes widened slightly, as if she felt responsible for the way he was reacting.

“Perhaps she is causing you distress,” Jarvis continued, oblivious to the discomfort he was causing both of them.

Tony felt a rush of protectiveness mixed with embarrassment. “Enough, Jarvis,” he snapped, unable to hide his frustration any longer. He turned his gaze back to the AI, feeling the weight of Y/N's silent worry pressing on him. “You’re making it worse, you know?”

“Distress could lead to negative health outcomes, sir,” Jarvis replied matter-of-factly. “It is advisable to address—”

“I said enough!” Tony interjected, the irritation in his tone rising. He took a deep breath to regain his composure, knowing he had to put an end to Jarvis’s relentless monitoring. With a decisive click, he activated the override command. “Sleep mode,” he commanded firmly.

“Understood. Initiating sleep mode,” Jarvis replied, his tone soothing as the lights on his interface dimmed. A moment later, the AI fell silent, leaving the room wrapped in a quieter atmosphere.

Tony exhaled slowly, his heart still racing, but at least now he felt a bit more in control. He turned back to Y/N, who had been silently observing the exchange. Her expression was a blend of concern and curiosity, and he couldn’t help but feel a pang of affection for her.

“Sorry about that,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “Jarvis tends to get a little... overzealous when it comes to my health.”

Y/N nodded slightly, still processing the unexpected revelation about his body's responses. Though she didn’t say a word, her eyes spoke volumes—concerned but also intrigued by the complexities of their connection.

“I’ll make sure he keeps his mouth shut next time,” Tony added, a playful smirk breaking through his embarrassment. He stepped closer to her, feeling the familiar warmth of her presence wash over him. “Besides, I’d much rather focus on you than on whatever my AI has to say about me.”

Y/N’s subtle smile eased the tension in his chest, and for a moment, it felt like the world outside faded away.

Y/N smiled gently,and came closer, a soft warmth radiating from her as she stepped closer to Tony. She placed her hand on his chest, her fingers lightly tracing the outline of his arc reactor, an action that felt both intimate and grounding. “Tony, breathe. It’s okay; stuff happens,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Tony felt the tension begin to melt away at her touch, a calmness washing over him that he had never experienced before. Her presence was like a soothing balm, and he found himself leaning into her warmth. He inhaled deeply, the rhythm of his breath synchronizing with the comforting weight of her hand resting on him.

“It’s just…” he started, his voice trailing off as he gazed into her eyes, the world around them fading into insignificance. He felt exposed yet utterly safe in this moment, a stark contrast to the chaos of his life outside these walls. “It’s hard to keep my cool around you.”

Y/N’s gentle smile deepened, her fingers still tracing the arc reactor, creating a connection that felt electric yet serene. “You don’t have to be cool all the time, you know. It’s okay to let your guard down.”

Her words struck a chord within him, and for the first time, he felt the pressure of expectations lift. With her, he didn’t have to be Iron Man or the genius billionaire; he could simply be Tony. “You make it too easy,” he admitted, a hint of vulnerability creeping into his tone.

As they stood there, the world outside continued to spin, but in this small moment, it felt as if time had stopped. He could sense the pulse of his heart, steady and strong, as he held her gaze. It was a rare moment of clarity, and he knew—without a doubt—that she was the one who brought him peace amidst the storm.

“Thank you for being here,” he finally said, sincerity lacing his words. The softness in Y/N’s expression deepened, and he couldn’t help but lean closer, captivated by the connection they were forging. In her presence, he felt whole, as if every piece of him that had been fractured was finally aligning.

Y/N smiled softly, her hand still resting on Tony's chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her palm. “There, see? It’s better now,” she said, her voice a gentle caress as she watched the tension in his shoulders relax.

Tony exhaled, a lingering trace of anxiety fading away. The comfort she provided felt like a balm for his chaotic mind. “Could you maybe stay here… for this?” He gestured to the way she had calmed him down, a blend of hope and vulnerability in his gaze. “Forever.”

Her heart fluttered at the sincerity in his eyes, but she kept her tone light, a playful glint in her own. “I just might,” she replied gently, her smile warm. “I am to wait, though. Waiting could be hell.”

“Shakespeare?” he asked knowingly, a grin tugging at his lips. He admired how her love for literature seeped into everything she said, infusing their conversation with an artistry that left him captivated.

Y/N nodded, her cheeks flushing slightly with the shared intimacy of the moment. “Sonnet 58,” she confirmed, a shy smile dancing on her lips.

“Ah, the one about waiting for love,” Tony said, his tone teasing yet affectionate. “I see what you did there, trying to get me all sentimental.”

She chuckled softly, her eyes sparkling. “Can you blame me? It’s such a beautiful sentiment.”

“Good night, Tony,” she said, her voice dropping to a softer pitch as the weight of the moment settled around them.

“Good night, baby girl,” he replied, the nickname rolling off his tongue with a sense of ownership and warmth that made her heart flutter. In that simple exchange, an unspoken promise lingered between them—of possibilities, of a future, and of moments yet to come.

As Y/N stepped back, she felt the warmth of his gaze linger on her, and she turned away reluctantly, her heart still racing. The air felt charged with something beautiful, a connection that transcended the ordinary, and she knew that whatever happened next, they had crossed into something profound together.

As Y/N stepped out of the lab, Tony turned his attention back to the glowing screen in front of him. “Wake up, Jarvis. We need to talk,” he commanded, his tone playful yet firm as he ran a hand through his hair, trying to regain some semblance of composure.

“Yes, sir?” Jarvis responded, his voice smooth and unbothered, as if he had just been idling in standby rather than witnessing Tony's moment of vulnerability with Y/N.

Tony leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms with a mock seriousness. “You know, you could have kept your observations about my heartbeat and… whatever else to yourself.”

“Sir, it is my duty to monitor your physiological responses,” Jarvis replied, almost innocently. “Your elevated heartbeat and arousal were noteworthy, especially in the presence of Miss Y/N.”

Tony rubbed his temples, a mix of amusement and exasperation on his face. “Noteworthy? You made it sound like I was about to have a heart attack or something. You could’ve just said I was excited.”

“Excitement often correlates with physiological changes, sir,” Jarvis clarified, unfazed by Tony’s annoyance. “In more colloquial terms, what you experienced could be described as being ‘horny’ or ‘turned on.’”

Tony’s eyes widened in disbelief, and he couldn't help but let out a laugh, shaking his head. “Thanks for not using those words exactly in front of Y/N. That would have been mortifying.”

“Your embarrassment would have been… entertaining,” Jarvis replied, a hint of amusement in his tone. “However, I do prioritize your emotional well-being.”

“Yeah, well, maybe you could tone it down a bit next time,” Tony retorted, rolling his eyes but unable to suppress a smile. “I don’t need you turning me into a blushing teenager in front of her.”

“Noted, sir,” Jarvis said, unfazed by Tony’s annoyance. “However, it is essential for you to address these feelings. They could lead to a healthier emotional state.”

“Thanks, Doc,” Tony said sarcastically, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the desk. “But seriously, Jarvis, you could have let me handle it. A little mystery never hurt anyone.”

“Sir, your emotional well-being is my priority. If expressing your feelings leads to a stronger connection with Miss Y/N, then I will continue to monitor your vitals,” Jarvis insisted, his voice steady and reassuring.

Tony sighed, his expression softening. “Alright, I get it. But can we agree to leave out the commentary when I’m with her? It’s kind of a buzzkill.”

“Understood, sir. I will put my monitoring system on silent mode during your interactions with Miss Y/N,” Jarvis assured him, a hint of playfulness still lingering in his tone.

“Good. Now, can we get back to work? I need to figure out how to impress her next time,” Tony said, straightening up with newfound determination.

“Shall I prepare a list of potential romantic gestures?” Jarvis asked, ever ready to assist.

Tony smirked. “Let’s just start with something less techy and more… personal. I’ll think of something.” He leaned back, already brainstorming ideas that could impress the captivating woman who had turned his world upside down.

Y/N sat at her desk, the afternoon light filtering through her window, casting soft shadows over the pages of her notebook. Her mind drifted back to Tony’s playful request about the fragrance. Was he serious? she pondered, biting her lip. Or was he just humoring me?

It felt surreal that a billionaire like him would want something handmade, something crafted with care rather than mass-produced by a high-end fragrance house. But as she thought about his charming smile and the way his eyes lit up when he spoke about her creations, something tugged at her heart. What if he truly meant it?

Her fingers absently traced the outline of her notes as her thoughts spiraled. Maybe it was foolish to consider making something for him, she mused. But… there’s something special about crafting something with intention. It could mean more than just a scent; it could be a piece of me.

With a sudden burst of inspiration, Y/N pushed her doubts aside and began to sketch out her ideas. She envisioned a scent that captured the essence of Tony himself—a mix of raw wooden musk, infused with faint notes of nutmeg that would give it warmth and depth. It had to reflect the coolness of the night, a time when the wolves came out and the sky blazed with stars.

He’s powerful, yet playful, she thought, her heart fluttering as she imagined him wearing the scent. It would be bold yet inviting, just like the man who had walked into her life so unexpectedly. It could be something that reminds him of the desert where he made his suit, something that evokes that sense of adventure and resilience.

As she mixed the oils, she could almost picture Tony wearing it—a man who seemed larger than life, who was both a hero and a person with vulnerabilities. Each drop she added felt like a whisper of her feelings, a connection they shared that was still blossoming.

What if he loved it? The thought sent a thrill through her. Y/N's heart raced at the idea of him catching a whiff of the fragrance and being reminded of her. It could be a way to express my admiration for him, my affection.

With renewed determination, Y/N lost herself in the process, carefully blending each ingredient. She imagined Tony’s reaction—his warm laughter, the playful glint in his eyes. I want him to feel special, she thought, her heart swelling with hope. I want to show him that I see him for who he truly is, beyond the suits and the fame.

As the fragrance began to take shape, Y/N felt a sense of peace wash over her. She was creating something unique, a reflection of her thoughts and feelings, infused with the magic of their connection. And deep down, she knew that regardless of whether he had been serious about wanting it, the act of making it was something she needed to do for herself. After all, isn’t that what true creativity is all about?

Y/N carefully selected a delicate glass bottle for the fragrance, its curves elegant and inviting. As she poured the carefully crafted mixture into the bottle, a sense of satisfaction washed over her. The deep, earthy color of the scent caught the light, shimmering like liquid amber.

Once filled, she capped the bottle with a polished wooden top, reminiscent of the natural materials she had used in her blend. She stepped back to admire her creation, her heart racing with anticipation. This was more than just a fragrance; it was a piece of her soul, a gift from her to Tony.

Next, she turned her attention to the ribbon. After rummaging through her supplies, she found a rich, deep blue satin ribbon that complemented the warm tones of the fragrance. Carefully, she wrapped it around the neck of the bottle, tying it into a perfect bow. The ribbon added a touch of elegance, making the gift feel special and thoughtful.

With the bottle ready, Y/N placed it into a cushioned gift box, ensuring it was secure. The box was simple yet beautiful, with a subtle pattern that echoed the artistic flair she had poured into the fragrance itself. She closed the lid, her heart pounding at the thought of giving it to Tony.

As she secured the box with a final piece of tape, her mind wandered to how he would react. Would he be surprised? she wondered. Would he appreciate the thought behind it? The thought of seeing his smile as he unwrapped it sent butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

Y/N took a step back and examined the finished gift. It felt personal, like a secret whisper of affection wrapped in something tangible. I hope he loves it, she thought, a smile creeping onto her face. It was a little piece of her that she was willing to share with him, a way to show him just how much she cared.

With her heart full and her spirit light, Y/N placed the gift box on her desk, ready for the moment when she would present it to him. Soon, she promised herself, her excitement growing as she imagined the moment. It felt right, and she couldn’t wait to see his reaction.

Y/N took a deep breath and dialed Happy’s number, her heart racing with anticipation. When he picked up, there was a hint of surprise in his voice.

“Y/N? What’s up? This is a surprise,” he said, his tone light and curious.

“I need your help with something,” she replied, lowering her voice to keep things discreet. “Can you come to my place? And please don’t let Tony know about this.”

“Sure thing! I’ll be there in a few,” Happy said, clearly intrigued.

A short while later, there was a knock at her door. She opened it to find Happy standing there, a grin plastered across his face. “What’s the big secret?”

Y/N gestured for him to come inside, closing the door behind them. She quickly went to her desk and picked up the beautifully wrapped gift box, her heart fluttering with excitement.

“Here it is,” she said, handing it to him.

Happy raised an eyebrow, taking the box and inspecting it. “And here I thought he would be the first to shower you with gifts,” he teased, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

“He is sloppy,” Y/N replied with a chuckle, a smile spreading across her face. “I wanted to do something special for him.”

“You’re really going to give him a handmade scent? That’s bold,” Happy said, glancing back at her with an approving nod. “But I love it. It’s sweet and thoughtful.”

“I just thought it would mean something more coming from me,” she explained, her voice softening. “It’s personal, you know?”

Happy placed a hand on her shoulder, his expression sincere. “Tony’s a lucky guy. He’s been in need of someone who gets him. And trust me, he’ll appreciate this more than you think.”

Y/N felt a rush of warmth at his words, grateful for Happy’s support. “Thank you for helping me with this. Just… make sure he doesn’t figure it out until the right moment, okay?”

“Leave it to me,” Happy assured her with a wink. “I’ll make sure he’s totally clueless.”

As he turned to leave, Y/N felt a mix of nerves and excitement. She couldn’t wait to see Tony’s reaction when he received the gift, her heart racing at the thought of sharing this special moment with him.

Happy strolled into the luxurious confines of Stark Tower, carrying the gift with a playful smirk plastered across his face. He found Tony in his lab, tinkering with a new gadget.

“Hey, genius!” Happy called out, his voice dripping with mischief. “Guess what I’ve got for you!”

Tony looked up, momentarily distracted from his work. “If it’s not another one of your terrible jokes, I’m not interested.”

“Oh, it’s way better than that. It’s a gift from Y/N!” Happy exclaimed, holding the box aloft like a trophy. “Seems like someone has been spending a little too much time with her lately. I’d say she’s got you whipped, Stark!”

Tony rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Come on, Happy. What are you trying to do, make me blush in front of my AI?”

“Hey, I’m just saying, for a billionaire with all the resources at his disposal, you sure took your sweet time getting her a gift. You should be the first one showering her with presents!” Happy replied, crossing his arms with a teasing grin.

“Yeah, well, it’s complicated,” Tony said, trying to sound dismissive, but the warmth in his chest betrayed him. “What’s in the box?”

“Open it and find out,” Happy urged, handing it over. “But first, let’s talk about how you totally skipped the part where you ask her out. You know she’d say yes, right?”

“Let me focus on this gift first,” Tony replied, shaking his head with a laugh.

Happy smirked. “Good luck hiding your feelings, Tony. It’s kind of cute to see you like this. Just don’t screw it up.”

Tony shot him a playful glare before turning his attention back to the beautifully wrapped gift. He carefully unwrapped it, revealing the elegant bottle inside, adorned with a ribbon that had clearly been tied with care.

“What is this?” he murmured, intrigued as he lifted the bottle and inhaled deeply.

The scent washed over him—rich, warm notes of raw wooden musk blended with the subtle sweetness of nutmeg, evoking memories of desert nights under a starry sky. There was something distinctly captivating about it, something that felt so personal and genuine.

“Wow,” he breathed, his heart racing as he realized how much thought Y/N had put into this. “This is amazing.”

He uncapped the bottle and applied a small amount to his wrist. The fragrance enveloped him like a comforting embrace, a perfect representation of her spirit—playful yet profound, warm yet invigorating. It was a scent that spoke of adventure, creativity, and a touch of mischief—just like Y/N herself.

“Damn, this is incredible!” Tony exclaimed, genuinely impressed. “She really captured me in this scent. I love it!”

Happy watched, a grin spreading across his face. “See? I told you she’d knock it out of the park. You’ve got to tell her how much you love it. And maybe next time, don’t take so long to get her a gift. You’ve got all the money in the world!”

Tony nodded, a smile playing on his lips. “I will. I have to show her how much this means to me. This is special.”

“Good man,” Happy said, clapping him on the back. “Now, go find her and let her know she’s got a future perfume mogul on her hands.”

With renewed determination, Tony set the bottle down and headed out, ready to express his gratitude and admiration for the woman who had not only captured his heart but had also crafted a piece of her soul in the scent he now wore.

As Tony continued to admire the intricately designed bottle, something caught his eye—a small note tucked beneath the ribbon. He carefully unfolded it, revealing Y/N’s elegant cursive handwriting.

“There is a desert I long to be walking. A wide emptiness, peace beyond any understanding of it—Rumi,” he read aloud, his heart swelling with warmth.

The words resonated deeply within him. The imagery of a vast desert echoed the freedom and adventure he always craved, and it perfectly complemented the scent she had crafted. It felt like a glimpse into her thoughts, her soul, and her creative process.

“Damn, she really gets me,” he murmured, a smile spreading across his face. “This is more than just a gift; it’s a connection.”

Happy watched him, a knowing grin on his face. “Looks like someone’s been hit hard by the love bug.”

“Shut up, Happy,” Tony said, though he couldn’t hide the smile tugging at his lips. “I’m just appreciating her talent.”

“Sure, sure. Just don’t forget to tell her how much this means to you,” Happy encouraged, clapping Tony on the back again. “You’ve got something special here.”

With the note in one hand and the perfume in the other, Tony felt a rush of inspiration. He would cherish this moment and make sure Y/N knew how much her gift and words impacted him. He could feel the desire to be closer to her, to share not just in the fragrance but in the experiences that came with it.

“Thanks for delivering this, Happy. I owe you one,” Tony said, already heading toward the door.

“Just remember, I expect to hear all about it later,” Happy called after him, a teasing lilt in his voice.

“Yeah, yeah, I get it!” Tony replied, already lost in thoughts of Y/N and the special bond they were creating. As he exited the lab, the scent lingered in the air around him, a reminder of the connection he had with her—a connection he was more than ready to explore.

Tony carefully placed the scent on his desk, allowing it to take a prominent position among his various gadgets and tech. He admired the way the bottle caught the light, the sleek curves and the delicate ribbon perfectly complementing its elegant design.

As he unscrewed the cap, a warm and inviting fragrance enveloped him. The rich notes of raw wooden musk mixed with a faint hint of nutmeg filled the air, creating an aromatic symphony that was both grounding and exhilarating. It reminded him of the desert night—cool and vast, with the scent of nature and adventure intertwined.

“Wow, this is incredible,” he whispered to himself, closing his eyes for a moment as he let the scent wash over him. It felt personal, as if Y/N had captured a piece of herself within that bottle. Each inhale transported him to a place of calm, evoking images of starlit skies and quiet wanderings through the desert landscape she had so vividly described.

He could almost feel her presence beside him, her laughter mingling with the fragrance, and it made his heart race. The thought of her creating this for him, pouring her creativity and essence into something so intimate, sent a rush of emotions through him.

“I love it,” he said quietly, a genuine smile spreading across his face. “This is perfect.”

He held the bottle close to him, feeling a connection that went beyond just scent. It was a reminder of her, of their growing bond, and of the beauty that lay in the simplicity of a handmade gift.

As Tony stood in his lab, immersed in the hum of machinery and the flicker of monitors, Jarvis's calm voice broke through the ambient noise.

“Sir, I must draw your attention to a new scent in the environment,” Jarvis noted, his tone neutral but with an underlying hint of curiosity. “It is distinct from the usual aromas present in this lab. It seems... inviting.”

Tony looked up, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You mean to say there’s a scent in here that doesn’t smell like metal and oil? Color me surprised.”

“Indeed, sir. This particular fragrance has a warm and musky undertone, with hints of nutmeg and something refreshing akin to the coolness of night air. It appears to be a handcrafted scent,” Jarvis elaborated, analyzing the composition.

Tony couldn’t help but chuckle. “You’re getting poetic on me, Jarvis. Who knew you had it in you?”

“I believe it is a testament to the quality of the scent,” Jarvis replied, unfazed. “May I inquire about its source? It is not typical for you to have such… personal items in your workspace.”

A fond smile spread across Tony’s face as he glanced at the bottle resting prominently on his desk. “That’s from Y/N. She made it for me.”

“Miss Y/N?” Jarvis prompted, a hint of intrigue in his voice. “The author you recently met?”

“Yeah, that’s her,” Tony said, his tone softening as he thought about her. “She’s different, Jarvis. She took the time to create something meaningful. This isn’t just a scent; it’s a piece of her.”

“Fascinating. Your physiological responses during her visit indicated a significant emotional connection,” Jarvis observed, his analytical tone unwavering.

“Thanks for the reminder,” Tony quipped, rolling his eyes but unable to hide the grin on his face. “But you know what? I’ve never had anyone put this much thought into a gift for me before. It’s… refreshing.”

“I can understand why you would find it impactful,” Jarvis replied, a hint of warmth creeping into his usually stoic voice. “It signifies a deepening bond between you two.”

“Yeah, it does,” Tony mused, picking up the bottle and taking another deep breath of the fragrance. “I want to make sure I reciprocate this thoughtful gesture. I can’t let her think I’m just some guy who takes gifts without giving back.”

“Perhaps you could consider crafting a unique gift of your own,” Jarvis suggested. “Something that reflects your appreciation and the bond you share.”

“Great idea, Jarvis. You know, maybe I’ll get her a personalized book, or something that combines her love for writing and creativity with my… technological expertise.”

“That sounds like a suitable choice, sir,” Jarvis replied, satisfaction evident in his tone. “I can assist you with the details if you’d like.”

“Thanks, Jarvis. You always know how to keep me on track,” Tony said, his expression shifting to one of determination. “Let’s make sure Y/N knows just how much I appreciate her gift. She deserves it.”

part 2

[that1geek06]

"English isn't my-"

Hush now my friend, and let me read the absolute beauty of a fic that you have bestowed this world and humiliated the first English speakers with

[rana030]

Pov: you're reading fanfiction and suddenly y/n starts to call him daddy

[noonecareslol]

When it hits 9 pm and I pull out this combo:

Ps: I have severe writers block. Help

[12welveinched]

Me after clicking a p link thinking it was a fic rec.

Jumpscare.

[ctrlzirl]

me when I reach the angst part of the angsty fic that I specifically chose for the angst

[miryum]

does anyone else get, like, jealous when a fictional character dates or has a crush on another character?

... no? just me?

[goodkidmadcity]

when the fic was so good, you just sit and wish it was you there rn….

[that1nerd-20]

When a fanfic writer puts a nickname you think Is icky in their smut fic

[eternallyniah]

Me feeling like Bella every night chossing which man I want to read hard smut about.

[cynic-spirit]

Soulstory ii

Y/N sighed as she sat behind the wheel of her car, the engine sputtering defiantly before finally giving out completely. The dashboard lights flickered, then dimmed, leaving her in the dim glow of the moonlight filtering through the windshield. She had just finished a lovely visit with her sister, catching up on family stories and sharing laughs over old memories, but now, the comfort of that warmth felt a million miles away.

“Of all the nights to break down,” she muttered to herself, glancing at the clock. It was well past midnight, and the quiet stretch of highway felt eerily empty. She attempted to restart the engine, but all she got was a series of futile clicks in response. Frustration mounted as she fumbled for her phone, her fingers trembling slightly as she tried to dial AAA. After several attempts, the call wouldn’t go through—no signal out here.

Her heart sank, and she leaned back against her seat, letting out a breath of exasperation. The thought of being stranded alone in the dark was unsettling. It was late, and the isolated stretch of road offered little comfort. She couldn’t help but feel a wave of anxiety wash over her.

“Maybe I should just wait for someone to pass by…” she whispered to herself, but the idea didn’t sit well. She knew the reality of the situation: she was miles from home, and it would be hours before anyone drove by.

As the minutes ticked by, Y/N glanced at her phone again, considering her options. Her heart hesitated at the thought of reaching out to Tony. They had a connection, yes, but was it too soon to ask him for help? He had been nothing but kind to her, and she felt a little guilty thinking of troubling him so late at night. But as she looked around at the desolate surroundings, the idea of waiting there alone felt more daunting than calling him.

“Ugh, I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she groaned, shaking her head.

Taking a deep breath, she opened her contacts and found Tony's number. She stared at it for a moment, her thumb hovering over the call button. Would he even want to help her? But the sound of crickets chirping and the rustle of leaves in the cool night air convinced her she had little choice.

With a resolve fueled by necessity, she pressed the button and listened as the phone rang. Each tone seemed to echo her anxiety until finally, she heard his voice on the other end.

“Y/N?” Tony answered, sounding slightly groggy. “What’s up?”

“Um, hi, Tony,” she stammered, the words tumbling out as she tried to keep her voice steady. “I’m really sorry to call so late, but… my car broke down on the highway, and I don’t know what to do. I can’t reach AAA.”

“Are you okay?” he asked immediately, his voice shifting from sleepy to alert in an instant. “Where are you?”

“I’m a few miles from the exit at Green Valley. It’s really dark out here, and I’m starting to freak out a little,” she admitted, her heart racing.

“Stay right there. I’ll come get you,” he said without hesitation. “I’ll be there in a few.”

“Wait, you don’t have to—” she began, but he had already hung up.

A rush of relief washed over her, mixed with a twinge of embarrassment for needing to call him. Still, she felt a sense of comfort knowing he was on his way. She settled back in her seat, trying to calm her nerves, grateful for his willingness to help.

Minutes later, she spotted headlights piercing the darkness, and her heart lifted. It was Tony, his car pulling up beside her. He stepped out, dressed in a casual t-shirt and jeans, the faint light casting shadows on his face, but his expression was earnest.

“Hey, Y/N,” he greeted, rushing over. “You alright?”

“Yeah, just a little shaken up. Thank you for coming,” she said, a shy smile breaking through her earlier tension.

“Of course! Let’s take a look at your car,” he replied, already moving towards the front hood.

As they worked together under the moonlight, Y/N couldn’t shake the warmth that blossomed in her chest. Even amidst her frustration, the comfort of his presence made everything feel a little less daunting. Maybe reaching out to Tony wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

“Yeah, I’m not repairing this. On second thought, I’ll just buy you a new one,” Tony said with a smirk, crossing his arms as he surveyed her car with an amused expression.

Y/N shot him a playful glare. “Why? I’ve had this one for eight years now!”

“Eight years?! You’re telling me this thing has survived for that long?” Tony made a face of mock horror, his eyebrows shooting up in disbelief. “I’m definitely getting you a new car.”

She laughed lightly, shaking her head. “You can’t just buy me a new car because mine broke down. That’s not how it works!”

“Oh, please,” he replied, waving a dismissive hand. “You deserve something that actually runs properly. Plus, I can’t have you stranded in the dark again, can I? It’s bad for my reputation.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t help but smile at his teasing. “Your reputation, huh? I’m sure the world will keep spinning without a new car for me.”

“Maybe,” he replied, grinning. “But I won’t be able to live with myself knowing you’re out here in a death trap.”

“Alright, Mr. Stark, drop me off at home first. Then we can discuss my ‘death trap’ and your generous car donation,” she said, climbing into the passenger seat of his sleek vehicle.

“Sounds like a plan,” he said, starting the engine. “And while we’re at it, I’ll give you a little tour of the latest cars I have in the garage. I think you’ll find some pretty enticing options.”

“Are you seriously trying to sell me on your car collection now?” Y/N laughed, shaking her head.

“Always. You just have to see it to believe it,” he replied, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm as they pulled away from the side of the road.

As they drove through the quiet night, Y/N felt a warm flutter in her chest. Despite the circumstances, being with Tony felt comfortable and exciting. She glanced over at him, catching a glimpse of the playful glint in his eyes. Maybe her old car breaking down wasn’t such a disaster after all.

“So whatever I pick, it’s mine?” Y/N asked, her curiosity piqued as they drove through the city lights, the glow illuminating the interior of Tony’s car.

“Yes, absolutely. And more too if you want,” he added, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes.

“Why would you want to waste money like this on me?” she questioned, trying to mask her surprise with a lighthearted tone.

“Waste money? Excuse me?” Tony feigned offense, placing a hand dramatically over his heart. “This isn’t a waste. This is an investment in your happiness.”

Y/N chuckled, shaking her head. “An investment? You make it sound like I’m buying a mansion or something.”

“It’s the best use of my money,” he insisted, glancing at her with a genuine smile. “You deserve something nice, something that works. Plus, you know I like spoiling my friends.”

“Friends?” she repeated, a playful eyebrow raised.

“Fine, friends who I may or may not have some feelings for,” he admitted, his expression softening. “But seriously, Y/N, you shouldn’t have to worry about driving a car that can barely keep up with the times. Let me treat you.”

Y/N felt a warmth spread through her at his words. “You really don’t have to, Tony.”

“I know I don’t have to,” he said, his tone turning earnest. “But I want to. It makes me happy to do this for you.”

She smiled at him, appreciating his generosity, even if it still felt a bit overwhelming. “Okay, I guess I can’t argue with that logic.”

“Exactly. So let’s pick out something that screams ‘Y/N’—classy, creative, and just a little quirky,” he said, turning the car onto the highway.

“Quirky? Are you calling me quirky?” she laughed, playfully nudging him.

“Of course. In the best way possible,” he replied, and they both shared a light-hearted moment, the car filled with the promise of new beginnings.

“I can afford my own car, you know. I’m a bestselling author, in case you don’t remember,” Y/N said, her tone playful but firm.

“I know you can,” Tony replied, glancing at her with a mixture of admiration and curiosity. “But just because you can doesn’t mean you have to settle for something that doesn’t bring you joy. Life’s too short for that.”

“I’m just a little frugal,” she admitted, shrugging as she stared out the window, watching the city pass by in a blur of lights.

Tony could sense a change in her demeanor, the lightness fading as she continued, “We never had much growing up.”

The admission hung in the air, and he shifted his focus back to the road, aware of the weight of her words. “I get it,” he said gently, his voice lowering to match the seriousness of the moment. “Frugality is a smart way to navigate life, especially when you’ve had to work for everything you have. But it’s okay to treat yourself too, Y/N. You deserve it.”

She looked at him, her expression softening. “It’s just… I’ve always been careful. I don’t want to lose sight of what’s important by getting too caught up in material things.”

“Material things aren’t everything,” he agreed, “but a reliable car isn’t just about status; it’s about safety and comfort. It’s a tool that should make your life easier, not harder. Plus, think of it this way: you can take spontaneous trips to see your sister without worrying about breaking down.”

Y/N smiled, appreciating his perspective. “You make a good point. Maybe I’m just overthinking it.”

“Maybe,” he said, shooting her a teasing grin. “But let me help you overthink in style. I promise it’ll be fun.”

As they continued their drive, she felt grateful for his understanding nature, realizing that sometimes it was okay to let someone else take the reins—especially when that someone was Tony Stark.

“Okay,” Y/N said, her voice steady yet laced with a hint of excitement. She turned to Tony, her eyes locking onto his with a mix of adoration and challenge. “You offered, so I’m taking that offer. Give me what you deem fit for me. Let me understand how you see me.”

Her words hung in the air, charged with an unexpected intensity. Tony felt a rush of emotion, a blend of affection and admiration for her boldness. She wasn’t just accepting a gift; she was inviting him to show her, in a tangible way, how he perceived her—who she was in his eyes.

Tony’s heart quickened, a smile playing on his lips as he met her gaze. “You’ve got it,” he replied, his tone equally serious and playful. “But don’t blame me if I go all out. I’ve got a pretty high opinion of you, you know.”

Y/N’s smile widened, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. “I wouldn’t expect anything less from Tony Stark.”

Tony chuckled, but underneath his usual bravado, he felt a deep sense of responsibility. This wasn’t just about a car anymore; it was about understanding and connection, about showing Y/N that he saw her strength, her independence, and her worth. He wanted to give her something that reflected how much he admired her resilience and the unique blend of grace and determination that defined her.

As they drove on, the city lights flickering around them, Tony’s mind raced with ideas. He knew whatever he chose had to be perfect—not just luxurious, but thoughtful, something that would resonate with Y/N’s personality and values.

The challenge she’d set before him wasn’t just a test of taste or style; it was a way of deepening their bond. And Tony was more than ready to rise to the occasion. “Get ready,” he said, glancing at her with a grin. “Because you’re about to see yourself through my eyes, and I guarantee it’ll be a ride you won’t forget.”

Y/N’s heart fluttered at his words, feeling a warmth spread through her. She didn’t doubt him for a second. She knew whatever Tony chose would be a reflection of his perception of her—a glimpse into how he saw her as someone worthy of the best, deserving of everything the world had to offer. The thought filled her with a mix of excitement and a newfound sense of belonging, as if she was stepping into a new chapter of her life, one that Tony was helping to write.

Tony stood in his workshop, surrounded by holographic displays of luxury cars. He tapped his fingers rhythmically on the edge of the table, his eyes scanning the images as they floated in midair. Beside him, Jarvis’s calm, measured voice broke the silence.

“Might I suggest starting with a few options, sir? The Bentley Continental GT is an excellent blend of elegance and power.”

Tony nodded thoughtfully. “Yeah, it’s a great car. Powerful, sleek... but maybe it’s too aggressive for Y/N. She’s more… refined. Let’s keep looking.”

Jarvis, ever helpful, continued, “Perhaps the Aston Martin DB11? It’s sophisticated, with a timeless design.”

Tony tilted his head, picturing Y/N behind the wheel of the DB11. “Hmm, I like that one. It’s stylish, but I feel like we need something with a little more presence, you know? Something that has an impact, but isn’t flashy.”

He swiped his hand, changing the display to a new set of images. “What about the Porsche Panamera? It’s luxurious, but it’s got that sporty edge.”

Jarvis considered for a moment. “While the Panamera is indeed a refined choice, it might not fully capture the understated elegance Miss Y/N exudes. Perhaps something more classic?”

Tony nodded, agreeing. “Yeah, you’re right. It’s a beautiful car, but maybe too sporty. What about the Mercedes-Maybach S-Class? Understated luxury, and it’s got that timeless appeal.”

“A fine choice, sir,” Jarvis acknowledged. “The Maybach’s blend of comfort and sophistication would certainly suit Miss Y/N’s elegant nature.”

Tony smiled, considering it. “It’s got that quiet confidence, like her. But… I think we can do even better. I want something that really makes a statement—something that says, ‘You’re special, and I want everyone to know it.’”

He scrolled through more options, his eyes narrowing as he thought. “How about the Maserati Quattroporte? It’s got the luxury and the heritage, plus it’s a bit more unique.”

“The Quattroporte is indeed unique, sir, but it might not convey the same level of timeless grace that Miss Y/N deserves,” Jarvis gently countered.

Tony sighed, knowing Jarvis was right. “Yeah, it’s a little too… sporty again. I need something that’s more about luxury, about making her feel like royalty every time she steps into it.”

Finally, Tony’s eyes landed on the Rolls-Royce Phantom. The car’s imposing yet graceful design, with its iconic silhouette and unrivaled luxury, immediately caught his attention. Tony’s face lit up.

“Jarvis, what do you think of the Phantom?”

“The Rolls-Royce Phantom, sir, is the pinnacle of luxury vehicles. It’s the perfect combination of tradition and modernity, offering unparalleled comfort and an aura of exclusivity. A car that speaks volumes without uttering a word.”

Tony grinned, feeling a sense of satisfaction. “Exactly. It’s perfect. Y/N deserves something as unique and special as she is. The Phantom has that old-world charm, but it’s still incredibly contemporary. And the ride… it’s like floating on air.”

Jarvis added, “Furthermore, the bespoke options available for the Phantom will allow you to customize it precisely to Miss Y/N’s tastes. It could be tailored to reflect her personal style.”

Tony’s mind buzzed with possibilities. “I’m thinking a deep, classic color—maybe a dark emerald green or midnight blue, something timeless. The interior? Soft leather, custom embroidery, the works. I want her to feel like a queen every time she gets in.”

“An excellent choice, sir. The Phantom’s presence will undoubtedly reflect the elegance and grace that Miss Y/N embodies,” Jarvis affirmed.

Tony nodded, feeling a wave of contentment. “Alright, it’s settled. The Phantom it is. Y/N’s going to love this. And more importantly, she’ll know exactly how much she means to me when she sees it.”

He leaned back, satisfaction washing over him. This wasn’t just about buying her a car—it was about showing Y/N that he understood her, that he saw her as someone who deserved nothing but the best. And for Tony, that meant giving her something that would make her feel cherished every time she drove it.

“Jarvis, let’s get started on the custom specs. I want this car to be as extraordinary as she is.”

“Of course, sir. I’ll begin the arrangements immediately.”

As Tony watched the final design of the Rolls-Royce Phantom take shape on the holographic display, he couldn’t help but smile. This was going to be perfect.

Tony paced around the sleek, deep blue Rolls-Royce Phantom, his mind alive with ideas. He knew that while the exterior was stunning and the luxurious interior was perfect, it was the technology inside that would make this car truly special. Pausing for a moment, he turned to the air with a familiar smirk.

“Jarvis,” Tony began, excitement bubbling beneath his calm exterior, “now for the cream of the cake. Let’s make the technology custom too. This isn’t just any car—it’s going to be an extension of Y/N, something that feels alive and perfectly in tune with her.”

Jarvis responded promptly, his tone mirroring Tony’s enthusiasm. “What features would you like to incorporate, sir?”

Tony rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Let’s start with a fully integrated AI system, something tailored just for her. It should be intuitive, but not intrusive. It needs to learn her habits, preferences, and routines, and adjust accordingly. We’ll call it ‘Eirene’—after the goddess of peace. It should have a calming presence, just like she does.”

“Eirene will be designed to provide a seamless and personalized experience for Miss Y/N,” Jarvis confirmed. “Shall I model its interface and interaction style after myself, or would you prefer something different?”

Tony mulled it over for a second. “Let’s give Eirene a softer touch, something more empathetic. I want it to respond to her mood, offer suggestions when she seems stressed, and even play her favorite music or podcasts when she’s on the road. It should be like a companion, not just an assistant.”

“A gentle and empathetic AI interface will be developed, sir. Eirene will be capable of recognizing emotional cues and adapting its responses to ensure a comforting and supportive presence,” Jarvis replied.

Tony nodded, pleased with the idea. “Good. Now, let’s talk tech specs. This car needs to be as advanced as anything I’ve ever built. We’re talking top-of-the-line navigation with real-time traffic updates, voice-activated controls, and a holographic display that can show anything from maps to stargazing projections. She’ll love that last one.”

“I shall incorporate the most advanced navigational and display systems available, including a holographic interface that will project both functional and aesthetic visuals. The stargazing feature will be tied to the car’s starlight headliner, offering a truly immersive experience,” Jarvis elaborated.

Tony’s grin widened. “Perfect. And we can’t skimp on security—this car needs to be impenetrable. I’m thinking biometric locks, encrypted communication systems, and a self-driving mode that can kick in if it ever detects she’s in danger. I want her to be safe, no matter what.”

“Biometric authentication, encrypted communication, and advanced self-driving capabilities will be integrated into the vehicle, ensuring Miss Y/N’s safety in all scenarios,” Jarvis assured.

Tony was on a roll now, his mind racing with possibilities. “And let’s add a few more fun features. A personal climate control system that adjusts based on her body temperature, and a mood lighting system that changes color based on her playlist or the time of day.”

“A personalized climate control system and adaptive mood lighting will be added, providing a unique and comfortable environment for Miss Y/N at all times,” Jarvis confirmed.

Tony’s expression softened as another thought struck him. “You know, she’s a writer. We need to give her a space where she can write whenever inspiration strikes. How about we integrate a computer system into the car—something sleek, with all the software she needs for writing her books or poetry?”

“A fully functional and discreet writing station will be incorporated into the vehicle’s design, complete with the latest software for writing and creative work. It will be easily accessible and tailored to her needs,” Jarvis replied, acknowledging the thoughtful addition.

Tony smiled, satisfied. This wasn’t just about giving Y/N a car—it was about creating something that reflected how much she meant to him. “One last thing, Jarvis—make sure the AI has a bit of personality. I want it to surprise her, maybe even make her laugh once in a while. It should feel like it was designed just for her, because it was.”

“A touch of wit and charm will be programmed into Eirene’s personality, ensuring that it is not only helpful but also endearing to Miss Y/N,” Jarvis responded with a hint of warmth.

Tony stepped back, taking in the car one last time. “This is going to be incredible. Y/N’s going to love it. And when she does, she’ll know exactly how much thought I put into it.”

“Indeed, sir. This vehicle will undoubtedly reflect the depth of your care and consideration for Miss Y/N,” Jarvis affirmed.

Tony smiled, feeling a surge of pride. “Alright, Jarvis, let’s get to work. I want this car ready for her as soon as possible.”

“As you wish, sir. The customization process will begin immediately, and I will keep you informed of our progress,” Jarvis replied.

Tony took one last look at the Rolls-Royce Phantom before turning away, already imagining the look on Y/N’s face when she saw what he had done for her. This car was more than just a gift—it was a reflection of everything she meant to him, and he couldn’t wait to see her reaction.

As Tony admired the sleek, deep blue Rolls-Royce Phantom, now customized to the highest standards, a thought struck him. Something was missing—something personal, something that would make the car not just a gift but a connection between them.

“Jarvis,” Tony said, his tone serious yet affectionate, “there’s one more thing we need to add. Something personal.”

“Of course, sir. What do you have in mind?” Jarvis responded, ready to implement whatever idea Tony had.

Tony paced a little, his mind racing through possibilities. Then, with a smile, he settled on the perfect idea. “I want to add a direct line to this car—a way for me to talk to Y/N anytime. No matter where she is, no matter what she’s doing, she should be able to reach me, and I should be able to reach her.”

“A direct and secure communication line will be installed, sir,” Jarvis confirmed. “Would you like it to be integrated into the AI system as well, perhaps allowing for seamless transition between speaking to Eirene and yourself?”

“Exactly,” Tony nodded. “But make it easy—one command, one touch. If she wants to talk to me, all she has to do is say the word, and I’ll be there. And it goes both ways; I want to be able to check in on her, to hear her voice whenever I need to.”

“Understood, sir,” Jarvis responded. “The system will be designed to ensure that, with a single command, either of you can initiate a conversation. The line will be fully encrypted and secure, guaranteeing privacy and uninterrupted connection.”

Tony smiled at the thought. “Good. And Jarvis—make sure it’s not just functional, but… I don’t know, intimate. It should feel like she’s talking directly to me, not through some cold, technical device.”

“I will ensure that the communication line provides a warm and personal experience, reflecting the importance of the connection between you and Miss Y/N,” Jarvis said, a hint of understanding in his tone.

Tony ran his hand along the smooth surface of the car, imagining Y/N’s reaction when she discovered this feature. “This is important, Jarvis. I want her to know that no matter what, she can always reach out to me, that I’m always here for her.”

“She will undoubtedly appreciate the thoughtfulness behind this addition, sir,” Jarvis replied.

Tony took a deep breath, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. “Alright, let’s get this set up. And once it’s done, let’s make sure everything is perfect. I want this car to be a reflection of how much she means to me.”

“It will be, sir,” Jarvis assured him. “Every detail has been carefully crafted to ensure that this vehicle is as unique and special as Miss Y/N herself.”

Tony nodded, satisfied. “Thanks, Jarvis. Let’s finish this up. I can’t wait to see her reaction.”

“With pleasure, sir,” Jarvis responded as he began the final phase of the customization, making sure that every aspect of the car—especially the direct line—was exactly as Tony envisioned.

As the customization of Y/N’s new Rolls-Royce Phantom continued, Tony had another brilliant idea. “Jarvis,” he said, his eyes lighting up with inspiration, “I want to get a personal number plate for the car. Something unique, something that represents Y/N and me.”

“Very well, sir. Do you have any specific themes or references in mind?” Jarvis inquired, ready to assist.

“Yeah, let’s go with something inspired by history, maybe a blend of Julius Caesar and Shakespeare,” Tony suggested, a smirk forming on his lips. “How about ‘Veni Vidi Amavi’?”

Jarvis processed the suggestion. “That translates to ‘I came, I saw, I loved.’ It is a fitting tribute, given your sentiments towards Miss Y/N.”

“Exactly! It encapsulates the essence of our relationship. It’s bold, it’s classic, and it carries depth,” Tony replied, clearly pleased with his idea.

“Shall I proceed with that for the number plate?” Jarvis asked, already beginning the process.

“Yeah, but let’s make sure it’s in a classy font—something that reflects the elegance of the car,” Tony added. “And maybe a subtle embellishment or two. After all, she deserves nothing less than the best.”

“Understood, sir. I will ensure that the design reflects both sophistication and the unique character of Miss Y/N,” Jarvis confirmed.

Tony leaned back against the car, imagining Y/N's reaction when she saw the number plate. “I can already picture her face when she reads it,” he said, a smile spreading across his face. “It’ll be like a little inside joke between us. Plus, it’s a nod to the classics, which she appreciates.”

“Shall I also integrate a digital display that showcases the plate whenever the car is in motion? It could be a fun surprise,” Jarvis suggested.

“Absolutely! That would be awesome. Let’s do it,” Tony said, his excitement bubbling over. “I want everything to be perfect for her.”

With a final nod, Jarvis began working on the number plate and the digital display, ensuring that Tony’s thoughtful gesture would be a memorable part of Y/N’s new car. The Phantom was not just a luxury vehicle; it was a representation of their connection, complete with personal touches that only deepened Tony's affection for her.

Y/N leaned back in her chair, her curiosity piqued as she glanced at the section of the lab that was deliberately obscured from her view. "What’s in there?" she asked, tilting her head slightly toward the hidden area.

Tony, who was busy tinkering with a gadget, looked up with a mischievous grin. "Oh, nothing. Just something I’m working on," he replied, trying to sound casual.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. "Why is it hidden? No one comes here except me." Her tone was playful, challenging him to reveal more.

A smirk danced on Tony's lips. "Yes, I have hidden it from you," he teased, leaning back in his chair with an air of mock seriousness.

Y/N crossed her arms, feigning indignation. "But I don’t understand technology much," she bantered, trying to pull him into a lighthearted debate.

"It’s not entirely technology," Tony shot back, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

"So what is it then?" Y/N pressed, leaning forward in her seat, the playful challenge evident in her demeanor.

Tony glanced at the digital clock on the wall, calculating the remaining time until the reveal. "I can tell you in…," he paused for dramatic effect, “27 hours and 12 minutes.”

Y/N let out a laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. "That’s awfully specific. Are you counting down or something?" she teased, her interest only growing.

Tony shrugged, his playful demeanor intact. "Maybe I am. Or maybe I just enjoy the suspense." He winked, clearly enjoying the game they were playing.

Y/N rolled her eyes, a smile tugging at her lips. "Well, I guess I’ll just have to be patient then. But you know how much I hate surprises!"

“Consider it a test of your patience,” Tony said, leaning closer with an exaggeratedly serious expression. “And who knows? The surprise might be worth the wait.”

Y/N met his gaze, a mix of intrigue and anticipation bubbling within her. “I have a feeling you’re up to something big, Stark.”

Tony simply grinned. “You have no idea.”

Y/N shook her head, a smile playing on her lips. “You are such a handful, Tony Stark,” she said, her tone light and teasing as she leaned back in her chair.

Tony feigned a look of shock, placing a hand over his heart dramatically. “Me? A handful? Never! I prefer to think of myself as… dynamically complex.”

“Dynamically complex, huh?” Y/N arched an eyebrow, her laughter bubbling up. “Is that your fancy way of saying you’re a troublemaker?”

“Troublemaker? I prefer to call it ‘spontaneous innovator,’” he replied, grinning. “And besides, you love it.”

“Do I?” she asked, feigning seriousness. “I’m not sure about that. It might be more of a challenge to keep up with your whirlwind of chaos.”

“Oh, come on!” Tony leaned in closer, lowering his voice playfully. “You know you thrive on my chaos. It keeps your life exciting. I mean, when’s the last time you had this much fun?”

Y/N tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Hmm, let me think… Oh right! It was when I decided to take a chance on a billionaire playboy with a penchant for theatrics.”

“Ah, yes! A bold and daring choice,” Tony said, pretending to look impressed. “You must be feeling quite brave. Not everyone can handle the Stark experience.”

“I think I’m more curious than brave,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Curiosity can lead to trouble, you know.”

“Good thing I’m an expert in getting out of trouble,” he quipped, flashing her a charming smile. “Or at least I like to think I am.”

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully. “You and your confidence. I’m not sure if it’s charming or just plain reckless.”

“Why not both?” Tony grinned, clearly enjoying their back-and-forth. “You know what they say—life’s too short to be serious all the time.”

“True, but a little seriousness wouldn’t hurt,” she countered, leaning forward with a teasing glint in her eyes. “Besides, someone has to keep you grounded.”

“Grounded? That sounds boring,” Tony said, waving a dismissive hand. “But I suppose I could make an exception for you. I mean, if anyone’s going to keep me in check, it might as well be the beautiful bestselling author sitting across from me.”

Y/N felt a blush creep into her cheeks at the compliment, her heart fluttering at his words. “You’re quite the charmer, Stark,” she replied, her voice softening. “But don’t think you can sweet-talk your way out of revealing what’s behind that hidden section of the lab.”

“Ah, so we’re back to that, are we?” He leaned back with a playful smirk. “All right, I’ll make you a deal: if you can guess what’s behind the curtain, I’ll reveal my secret. But if you can’t…”

“Then what?” she challenged, her curiosity piqued.

“Then you have to promise to let me take you on a spontaneous adventure. Somewhere fun, with absolutely no planning whatsoever,” he proposed, his eyes glinting with mischief.

Y/N considered his words, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “Challenge accepted, Stark. But you better be ready to reveal all once I win.”

“Oh, I’m counting on it,” Tony said, leaning forward with a conspiratorial grin. “Let the games begin!”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Tony's offer. “Five chances? That sounds generous for someone who usually keeps secrets like a master spy.”

“Just think of it as an act of faith,” Tony replied, leaning back in his chair with a casual confidence. “Besides, I’m curious to see how your mind works. You might surprise me.”

“Or I might just embarrass myself,” she shot back playfully, crossing her arms as she regarded him. “Okay, let’s see… is it a new invention? Something groundbreaking?”

“Wrong,” he said, a teasing smile on his face. “But it’s a good guess. Next!”

Y/N thought for a moment, biting her lip. “Is it something that flies?”

“Ah, you’re thinking big! But nope,” he answered, shaking his head. “That’s strike two. Keep ‘em coming!”

“Alright,” she said, furrowing her brow as she racked her brain for ideas. “Is it a prototype for a new suit?”

Tony chuckled, clearly amused. “Not even close. You’re swinging and missing, Y/N. That’s three!”

She sighed, running her fingers through her hair, determined to come up with a good guess. “Okay, is it something that involves… well, technology?”

“Hey now, that’s a little vague,�� he teased, holding up a finger. “But I’ll give you that one since it’s kind of true. But that’s strike four.”

Y/N could feel the excitement bubbling within her, spurred on by the playful challenge. “Alright, last chance. Is it… a surprise for me?”

Tony leaned forward, his expression turning serious for a moment, though the hint of a smile lingered. “Well, that’s a clever guess,” he said slowly. “But I can’t tell you that. So… strike five!”

“Five chances and I failed all of them,” she said, laughing lightly as she leaned back in her chair. “Looks like I owe you an adventure.”

“Indeed you do,” Tony said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “But don’t worry; I have some ideas in mind that will blow your mind. And just so you know, I’m more than happy to keep the secret hidden a little longer.”

Y/N smirked, her heart racing at the prospect of whatever adventure awaited her. “Fine, but you have to promise to reveal what’s behind that curtain eventually. I’m not giving up that easily.”

“Deal,” Tony replied, extending his hand to shake on it. “But until then, I might enjoy keeping you in suspense.”

Y/N grinned, shaking his hand with determination. “Good luck keeping me in suspense. I’m persistent.”

“Just what I like about you,” he replied with a playful glint in his eyes

As Y/N settled into her chair with a book in hand, Tony found himself captivated by the scene unfolding before him. The soft glow of the lab lights cast a warm hue on her face, highlighting the way her brows furrowed in concentration and how her lips curled slightly as she turned the pages. It was a simple moment, but to him, it felt monumental.

Look at her, he thought, a smile creeping onto his face. There’s something so effortlessly beautiful about how she immerses herself in those words. He marveled at the way she lost herself in the story, her expression shifting with every twist and turn of the plot. It’s like she becomes a part of the worlds she reads about, and I can’t help but wonder what adventures are taking root in that brilliant mind of hers.

He leaned back in his chair, his thoughts drifting. She’s not just a talented author; she’s a force of nature. She writes with passion and purpose, and it shows. It’s no wonder she’s a bestselling author. Tony felt a swell of pride, as if he had a stake in her success. She was doing what she loved, and somehow, that made him feel more alive than he had in years.

I could spend hours just watching her, he mused, a feeling of warmth enveloping him. He loved the way she was so engrossed in her book, almost as if the rest of the world faded away. And then he remembered their playful banter just moments before—the way her eyes sparkled when she challenged him, the lightness in her laughter that made his heart race.

God, I’m whipped, he chuckled to himself, shaking his head slightly. And I’m not even mad about it. There was a sense of peace in knowing she was right there, her presence grounding him in a way he had never expected. I can’t wait to show her what I’ve been working on. She deserves to see how special she is to me, even if I’m still figuring out how to express it.

As he watched her, he felt a familiar warmth spread through his chest, the kind of feeling that whispered that maybe—just maybe—she was meant to be a part of his life. I want to give her the world, he thought. Every luxury, every experience, every moment of happiness that I can offer. She deserves it all.

Tony took a deep breath, a grin playing on his lips as he thought of the car they would be picking out together. A Rolls Royce Phantom, he mentally repeated, feeling proud. It’ll fit her perfectly. Sophisticated, elegant, with just the right touch of flair. Just like her.

The thought lingered in his mind as he continued to watch her, the noise of the lab fading into a gentle hum. In that moment, he realized he didn’t just want her to have the car; he wanted to share every part of his world with her. Every adventure, every laugh, and even the quiet moments like this one, where nothing needed to be said.

I hope she knows how much I care, he thought, feeling a surge of determination. I want her to feel cherished, just as she is. With that, Tony leaned back and let himself get lost in the peaceful ambiance of the lab, all while keeping a careful eye on the woman who had unexpectedly captured his heart.

Part 3

[bvrnesher]

❝ 𝒫ull 𝒪ut 𝒢ame ! ❞ ― marvel !

summary: just what I think of each of these characters when it comes to pull out 🗣

— 𝒮teve ℛogers ;; He likes to think he’s good at it. And honestly? He is. Respectful, controlled, painfully self-aware. The second he feels himself getting close, he speeds up, grits his teeth, and pulls out right on time—usually on your stomach or chest. Gentleman. HOWEVER—deep, deep down? He does have a breeding kink. He just won’t admit it. The day you whisper “it’s okay, I’m on the pill”? He hesitates just long enough to ruin his perfect record.

Rating: 10/10. Practically flawless. Just a little too responsible.

— 𝒯ony 𝒮tark ;; This man cums like he’s paying rent. He could pull out. He knows how. Won’t. He’s like, “You knew the risk,” and just lets go. Finishes inside you with a smirk, kisses your temple like he didn’t just pump you full, and asks for another round like nothing happened.

Rating: 7/10. Could pull out. Ignores it. Still makes it hot.

— ℬucky ℬarnes ;; NO WAY this man is risking it, but for the sake of the game, let’s say he tries. He means to pull out. He really does. But the second you tighten around his cock when he’s close? Too late. He’s already twitching, already filling you up. Feels guilty after, mutters apologies, but ask him for another round and he forgets all about it.

Rating: 5/10. Tries. Fails. Feels bad. Does it again.

— 𝒯hor 𝒪dinson ;; Sweetheart himbo with the pull-out instincts of a golden retriever. You tell him “pull out,” and he’s like, “But why, beloved?” while thrusting deeper. His idea of affection is cumming in you until it’s leaking down your thighs and calling it “a gift from the gods.”

Rating: 0/10. He means well. That’s the problem.

— ℒoki ℒaufeyson ;; Oh, he can pull out. He just won’t—unless it’s to tease you. Otherwise? He stays buried until the very end, groaning in your ear about how good you feel while he fills you up. He wants to watch it drip out. It’s about power. Ownership. Ruin. You say “pull out”? He says “make me.”

Rating: 0/10. Wicked.

— 𝒫eter 𝒫arker ;; He’s studied the theory. He wants to pull out. He really does. But the second things start getting too good? He’s whimpering, cock twitching, finishing inside you before he even realizes it. Apologizes mid-orgasm and offers to run to the pharmacy still inside you.

Rating: 3/10. He tries. He panics. He fails.

— ℰrik 𝒦illmonger ;; Pull out? Babe, he hears you say it and smirks. Doesn’t even pretend to listen. Holds your hips down, grinds in deeper, and finishes inside like he means it. Tells you “You better take all that,” like it’s a challenge and a threat. Might pull out once—just to finish on your face and call it a reward. But most nights? He’s filling you up like it’s his personal mission.

Rating: -100/10. He’s doing it on purpose. You’re not walking right tomorrow.

[science-hoes]

Anyways

[caxapthecat]

if u got depression u know the amount of effort it took for him to do those dishes

[batmans-archnemesis]

i’m tired of the smut bring back thor’s poptart addiction and clint being in the vents all the time

[mcrdvcks]

— it's brutal out here

chapter summary: Peter's class is going on a field trip to Stark Industries. The catch? No one believes he's an intern at SI and no one knows he's dating Tony Stark's daughter—other than Ned and MJ. Surely nothing will go wrong, right? word count: 14.7k+ pairing: Peter Parker (MCU) x fem!stark!reader notes: i've said it before, peter parker goes on field trip to SI is one of my favorite tropes ever. but what else is? reader being tony stark's daughter and dating peter. so i thought i'd combine both for the ultimate self-service. it's my first time writing for peter, so feedback is appreciated. enjoy! <3 warnings/tags: avengers are a happy family because i say so (includes bucky!), fluff, peter parker goes on a field trip to stark industries, tony is your biological dad, pranks, slight bullying, reader is a genius (she's a stark after all)

“Alright, before the bell rings I have something important to say!” Mr. Harrington announced, stopping most of the students from packing up.

“I swear, if it’s another—” Peter mumbled before Ned cut in.

“Dude, what if it’s a parental consent form for a movie? Or an experiment? Or—”

"—Or it's just Harrington being overdramatic. Again," MJ added in dryly, not looking away from her book.

Peter snorted softly, shaking his head. "Yeah, you're probably right."

Mr. Harrington cleared his throat dramatically again, pushing his glasses back up his nose as he lifted a stack of papers from his desk. "We will be taking a field trip next week, and it's not just any field trip."

"Oh no," MJ deadpanned, flipping another page of her book, "his voice cracked. That means it's big."

Peter chuckled quietly, looking at Ned with an amused smirk. "Ten bucks it's another 'groundbreaking' planetarium exhibit."

Ned shook his head quickly, grinning. "I'm holding out for something good this time, man."

Mr. Harrington began passing out the papers excitedly. "Next Friday, this class will be touring none other than Stark Industries!"

The room erupted in surprised chatter, excited whispers filling every corner.

Peter froze, eyes wide. "Wait—what?"

Ned's mouth fell open, equally shocked. "No freaking way!"

MJ lifted her gaze from the page for the first time, eyebrows raised as she leaned slightly toward Peter. "I take it back. This actually is big."

"Not again," Peter muttered anxiously, voice strained. "The tower? Seriously?"

"What's the problem, Pete?" Flash's voice rang out smugly from across the room. "Afraid they'll realize you're not actually an intern?"

Peter frowned, shooting Flash a glare. "I am an intern. I've been telling you guys this for literally two years."

Flash scoffed loudly. "Yeah, sure, Parker. And I'm Thor's favorite chess partner."

"Dude," Ned whispered urgently, "this means the whole class is gonna see you with—"

Peter nodded nervously, his voice hushed. "—Y/N. They're going to see me with Y/N."

MJ leaned in slightly, giving Peter a knowing look. "You're worried they'll find out you're dating Tony Stark's daughter?"

Peter's cheeks flushed pink. "I'm not worried, I just... it's gonna be weird."

"You've literally fought aliens, and you're worried about your classmates finding out you have a girlfriend?" MJ remarked flatly.

"It's not just any girlfriend!" Ned argued, waving his hands excitedly, "It's Y/N freaking Stark, MJ! The Y/N Stark!"

MJ rolled her eyes slightly, suppressing a smile as she glanced back at Peter. "So what, you two just gonna pretend you don't know each other?"

Peter hesitated, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. "I... haven't exactly figured that out yet."

Across the room, Flash continued loudly boasting, "Maybe I'll even get to talk with Tony Stark himself. I've got some great ideas I wanna pitch him."

"Oh, yeah, great," Peter mumbled under his breath sarcastically, "that'll go well."

Mr. Harrington clapped his hands to regain everyone's attention. "Make sure you have these permission slips signed and returned by tomorrow. This is a rare and exciting opportunity, people!"

Peter slumped slightly in his seat, sighing heavily as Ned gave him a reassuring pat on the back.

"Relax, man," Ned said confidently. "It's gonna be fine."

MJ shrugged, eyes back on her book. "Or it'll be an entertaining disaster. Either way, I'm looking forward to it."

"Gee, thanks," Peter muttered, giving MJ a pointed look.

She simply smirked without looking up. "Anytime."

Peter stared down at the permission slip in front of him, anxiety swirling through his chest. Next Friday was going to be interesting, to say the least.

---

“—but, there was always… Y/N? Hey. Hey!” Steve snapped his fingers as you slowly looked up.

"Huh? Sorry, I fell asleep to your boring recollection of the battle of… whatever," you said, leaning back in your chair dramatically with a loud yawn.

Steve crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow as he stared at you. "Y/N, we've literally been covering World War II for months. It's the battle of Normandy."

"Oh, right." You sat up again, blinking sleepily at him. "You know, Steve, when Dad said you'd be teaching me history, I figured we'd cover a little more than just your glory days."

Bucky snorted from his spot on the couch, not even bothering to hide his grin. "See, Steve? Told you even your own niece would get tired of hearing your stories eventually."

Steve shot Bucky an annoyed look. "Not helping, Buck."

You laughed lightly, swiveling your chair toward Bucky. "Honestly, Barnes, your lessons are more interesting. At least when you teach, I get to hear the real stories, not the G-rated, Captain America-approved versions."

Bucky smirked proudly, leaning back comfortably. "That's because I tell you all the gritty details your dad specifically said you shouldn’t hear."

Steve sighed heavily, shaking his head. "You're both impossible."

"And yet," you shrugged innocently, reaching for your phone on the desk, "you still insist on teaching me."

"Because," Steve began firmly, taking a step forward and pointing toward your textbook, "you still need to actually learn this stuff."

Bucky chuckled softly. "Yeah, kiddo, just pretend to pay attention for a couple hours so Steve doesn’t cry himself to sleep tonight."

You bit back a smile, dramatically nodding at Steve. "Alright, alright. Battle of Normandy, June 1944. Got it. Continue, Uncle Steve."

Steve narrowed his eyes suspiciously at you, slowly returning to his spot by the whiteboard. "Right. So as I was saying—"

Your phone buzzed suddenly, and your attention immediately snapped down to it. Peter’s name lit up your screen, making your heart flutter as you quickly picked it up.

"Hold that thought, Steve," you said distractedly, swiping open the message.

Steve paused, arms crossed again with an exasperated sigh. "You're texting Peter again, aren’t you?"

You gave him a guilty smile, fingers flying rapidly over your screen. "Sorry, but it's important."

Bucky raised an eyebrow curiously, leaning toward you. "What's got Parker worked up this time?"

You bit your lip, chuckling softly as you finished your reply. "Apparently, his class is taking a field trip to Stark Industries next week."

Bucky laughed, leaning further forward. "Oh boy, Pete must be freaking out."

"He absolutely is," you confirmed, still texting quickly. "He's worried everyone will figure out we're dating. And, you know, that he's actually an intern there."

Steve looked thoughtful. "Peter's classmates still don't believe him?"

"Nope," you shook your head, grinning slightly. "They all think he's making it up."

Bucky chuckled again. "Poor kid."

Steve tilted his head curiously. "What’s the plan, then? Are you two just going to ignore each other?"

You sighed, setting your phone back down on the desk as you looked at Steve seriously. "Honestly? I have no idea. Peter’s a little nervous."

Bucky gave you a playful smirk. "Well, it's about time the kid stepped up. I mean, he's Spider-Man, he can handle a few high school kids."

Steve nodded in agreement. "Buck's right. Peter’s faced much worse. A field trip can't be that scary."

You smiled slightly, glancing back down at your phone as Peter's next text popped up. "You'd be surprised."

Bucky leaned back again, smirking knowingly. "You’re both being way too dramatic. I say just act normal. Who cares if people find out? You've been dating for a year."

"That's what MJ said," you replied thoughtfully. "Maybe I should just show up and embarrass him."

Steve chuckled softly, shaking his head. "That's your father's influence talking."

You flashed a grin, leaning forward eagerly. "Speaking of Dad—"

"Nope," Steve interrupted quickly, pointing at the textbook. "Lesson first, gossip later."

You groaned dramatically, slumping back again. "Fine."

Steve turned back toward the whiteboard again, writing quickly as he resumed. "Alright, moving on. Now, the invasion began in the early hours—"

"Wait!" you suddenly interrupted, lifting your hand in the air.

Steve turned back again, eyes narrowed. "What now?"

You smiled sweetly, fluttering your lashes playfully. "Can I bring Peter lunch when his class comes next Friday? Like, surprise him?"

Bucky nodded approvingly, clearly entertained by the idea. "I think that's an excellent plan."

Steve gave you both a stern look, though you could see amusement hiding behind his eyes. "That's something you should ask your mom or dad."

You pouted dramatically. "But you're my favorite uncle, Steve."

"Hey!" Bucky protested loudly, placing a hand over his heart with mock hurt. "I thought I was your favorite uncle!"

Steve chuckled, crossing his arms. "Nice try, Y/N, but I'm still not falling for it."

You grinned cheekily, shrugging your shoulders lightly. "Worth a shot."

Bucky smirked, giving you an amused nod. "I'll talk to your dad for you. I'm always up for helping embarrass the kid."

You beamed at him. "I knew you were my favorite."

Steve groaned quietly, shaking his head again. "Alright, enough distractions. Back to Normandy."

You sighed dramatically again, leaning your chin on your palm with a small smile. "Alright, Uncle Steve. Back to Normandy."

Bucky chuckled, giving Steve a playful smirk. "Better make this interesting, pal, or else she's definitely texting Parker again."

Steve rolled his eyes, finally giving up and laughing softly. "You two are going to be the death of me."

You smiled innocently, eyes sparkling with amusement. "We know. But you still love us anyway."

Steve smiled softly, his voice warm as he nodded slowly. "Yeah, I suppose I do."

---

"Uncle Bruce? Have I ever told you that you're my favorite teacher?" you asked sweetly, giving him your most convincing smile as you leaned eagerly across the lab table.

Bruce raised an eyebrow, his glasses sliding down his nose as he peered skeptically over them. "Ah, yes, Y/N. I believe you mentioned that just last week when you wanted help avoiding Steve's history lesson."

You laughed softly, shrugging innocently. "Well, this time I really, really mean it."

Bruce chuckled, shaking his head lightly as he placed down the tablet he'd been holding. "Alright, what's going on?"

You sighed dramatically, propping your chin in your palm. "Peter's class is coming here next Friday for a field trip."

Bruce looked thoughtful, nodding slowly. "Ah, that's right. Tony mentioned something about that."

You perked up immediately, sitting straighter. "Dad talked about it?"

"Well, mostly just to warn everyone," Bruce said with an amused smile, taking a seat across from you. "Something about trying not to embarrass Peter too much."

You groaned, dropping your head onto your folded arms. "Ugh, I know! He keeps saying we should just act normal, but—"

Bruce tilted his head curiously, smiling warmly. "But you're worried about embarrassing him?"

"Or maybe myself," you admitted sheepishly, peeking up at Bruce through your fingers. "I don't know. The whole class will be here, and they don't even believe Peter actually interns here. Let alone that we're dating."

Bruce chuckled softly, leaning back in his chair comfortably. "Teenagers can be brutal, huh?"

“Exactly!” You agreed. “Uh, wait, actually I don’t know. The only experience I have is Peter telling me about classes and Mean Girls. Do girls really make Burn Books?”

Bruce chuckled, shaking his head lightly. "I think that's more Hollywood drama than reality, Y/N. At least, I hope so."

You sat up a little straighter, eyes wide with genuine curiosity. "See, that's exactly why I'm worried! I'm totally clueless about how high school works outside of movie clichés and Peter's crazy stories."

Bruce gave you a reassuring smile. "You’re smart, Y/N. I'm sure you'll navigate it just fine. Plus, you've got Peter. He's probably more nervous than you are."

You sighed dramatically, sinking down slightly in your seat. "Yeah, he's pretty worried. I keep telling him it'll be fine, but deep down, I'm just as nervous."

Bruce tilted his head thoughtfully. "Why don't you just be yourself? Your relationship with Peter isn't a secret among the Avengers. You've got nothing to hide."

"But it's different," you argued, fiddling nervously with a pen on the table. "I mean, it's one thing for the team to know. But an entire class of high schoolers? That’s scary."

Bruce chuckled softly, adjusting his glasses again. "Trust me, most of them will probably be too busy being star-struck by Stark Industries to notice much else."

You gave a half-smile, eyes flicking up to meet Bruce’s. "You really think so?"

He nodded reassuringly. "Absolutely. Teenagers aren’t all that complicated—most of them are too wrapped up in their own worlds to pay close attention."

You exhaled softly, leaning back with a little more ease. "I guess you're right."

Bruce smiled warmly. "Of course I am."

You smiled sheepishly, biting your lip in thought before glancing up again. "Do you think it’d be weird if I just... showed up? You know, say hi, maybe give Peter lunch, see how he’s doing?"

Bruce grinned knowingly, leaning forward slightly with amusement in his eyes. "I think that sounds very sweet. Peter would appreciate it, even if he’s embarrassed at first."

You laughed lightly, your face brightening with relief. "Yeah, well, a little embarrassment never killed anyone, right?"

Bruce chuckled again, shaking his head. "Definitely not. And, frankly, you might actually enjoy it."

You smirked mischievously. "Maybe just a little."

He leaned back again, crossing his arms over his chest comfortably. "Just be prepared for some teasing from Tony afterward."

You groaned playfully, rolling your eyes dramatically. "Ugh, Dad's already been dropping hints. Like, ‘don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.’ Which isn't comforting at all, considering it's Dad."

Bruce laughed, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, I think Tony’s probably the worst person to go to for dating advice."

"Tell me about it," you muttered dryly, smiling fondly. "Mom tried to give him a crash course on subtlety the other day. It went about as well as you'd expect."

Bruce grinned warmly. "Your mom is a saint for even trying."

You chuckled, nodding enthusiastically. "I know, right?"

Bruce paused thoughtfully, giving you a gentle look. "Seriously, Y/N, don't overthink it. Peter cares about you. His classmates might be surprised at first, but they'll get used to it quickly. Trust your instincts."

Your smile softened, comforted by his sincerity. "Thanks, Uncle Bruce. I needed to hear that."

He smiled back softly. "Anytime. Now, do you still want to help me with these calculations or are you too busy plotting your field trip takeover?"

You laughed, rolling your eyes slightly. "I think I've done enough plotting for one day."

Bruce chuckled warmly, pushing the tablet toward you gently. "Alright then. Let's get back to work."

You nodded eagerly, reaching for the tablet with newfound confidence. "Right. Work first, world domination later."

Bruce grinned playfully, shaking his head. "You've definitely spent way too much time around your father."

You smirked mischievously, eyes sparkling. "Guilty as charged."

He sighed in mock despair, though his eyes shone with affection. "The world isn't ready for two Stark geniuses."

"Probably not," you replied with a dramatic sigh, then flashed a bright smile. "But that's their problem."

Bruce laughed heartily, pushing his glasses back up his nose again. "Yeah, it definitely is."

You smiled warmly, picking up your stylus and focusing back on the calculations. Bruce was right, after all—you had Peter, and you knew that was what really mattered.

---

During lunch, you sat in the common kitchen eating a sandwich. Your phone was propped up against your water bottle as you pretended to watch it while in reality, it was filming.

You had set up a prank in your head while Steve went on about whatever battle he was talking about, and while making lunch, you put your idea into action. Now, you just had to wait for Sam and Clint to get back from going over the training room schedules.

A few minutes later, you heard familiar footsteps and quickly sat up straighter, looking innocent as you pretended to watch your phone. Sam and Clint walked into the kitchen, mid-conversation.

"All I'm sayin' is, why do you get first dibs on Wednesdays?" Clint complained, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge. "Maybe I like to train mid-week too."

Sam raised an eyebrow at Clint as he opened the pantry. "Because, Barton, last time I gave you Wednesday, you used your slot to watch reruns of 'Golden Girls.'"

"Hey," Clint pointed defensively, "those ladies are legends, and you know it."

You bit your lip to suppress a giggle, silently pressing record on your phone. "Sounds intense, guys," you teased, making sure you sounded nonchalant.

Clint looked over at you, shaking his head with a grin. "You have no idea, kid."

Sam smiled at you warmly as he grabbed some chips. "How was your lesson with Steve?"

You sighed dramatically, rolling your eyes. "He spent two hours telling me about the Battle of Normandy. Again."

Clint groaned sympathetically. "Oof, you okay? Need medical assistance?"

You laughed lightly, waving your sandwich at him. "I survived, thanks. Barely."

Sam chuckled softly, shaking his head as he started to walk towards the cabinet to grab a bowl. You held your breath, waiting eagerly for what would happen next.

Right on cue, the cabinet doors flew open, and a burst of confetti exploded outward, showering Sam and Clint in bright, glittery colors.

Sam jumped back with a yelp, dropping the bag of chips. "What the hell—"

Clint let out a high-pitched, startled squeak, nearly tripping over his own feet as he stumbled away from the sparkling confetti shower. "Holy—"

You burst out laughing, unable to hold it back anymore, tears forming at the corners of your eyes as you captured their shocked, glitter-covered expressions on camera. "Oh my god, your faces!"

Sam turned slowly, still blinking confetti out of his eyes. He shook his head, pointing at you accusingly. "You are evil, Y/N Stark."

Clint brushed glitter from his hair, eyes wide in disbelief. "Seriously, kid? Glitter?"

You shrugged innocently, giggling uncontrollably. "Well, technically it's biodegradable confetti, but yeah."

"I don't even wanna know how you pulled that off," Sam muttered, shaking confetti off his shoulders with an annoyed expression. "Did Tony help you with this?"

You grinned mischievously. "Nope. All me. Consider it payback for your air horn prank last week."

Sam groaned dramatically, looking up at the ceiling. "Oh, c'mon, that wasn't even my best work!"

Clint was still laughing softly, brushing sparkles from his sleeve. "She got you good, Wilson."

Sam scoffed, pointing at Clint's glitter-covered shirt. "You don't exactly look untouched yourself, Barton."

You giggled again, ending your recording as you spun around happily in your seat. "This footage is gonna look amazing at the next family movie night."

Clint narrowed his eyes playfully at you. "You're lucky we love you, kid."

"Seriously," Sam agreed, finally breaking into a smile. "I oughta put glitter in your training gear."

You gasped dramatically, placing a hand over your heart. "Sam, you wouldn't."

Clint grinned evilly, leaning over and whispering conspiratorially, "Don't give him ideas, kid."

You smirked playfully, standing up and putting your plate in the sink. "I'll be ready. Bring it on."

Sam shook his head, chuckling softly as he grabbed another bowl, cautiously opening another cabinet. "At least let me have lunch without another attack."

You held your hands up innocently, giving him your sweetest smile. "I'm out of glitter bombs. For now."

"Why do I not believe you?" Clint asked skeptically, side-eyeing you as he finally sat at the table with his water bottle.

"Because you're smart," you teased, winking at him as you started walking toward the kitchen door. "Better watch your backs!"

---

“Can’t you teach me Latin instead? Latin is cool,” you said to Natasha, leaning your elbows on the kitchen island dramatically. “You promised you would when you pretended to be Dad’s assistant. Or… whatever happened.”

Natasha sighed, rolling her eyes affectionately as she set down her mug of tea. “Y/N, for the last time—I was undercover, not just pretending. And I distinctly remember saying maybe. Besides, you're already learning Russian.”

You waved your hand dismissively. “Da, da, ya znayu. Yes, yes, I know. Russian is fine, but I think Latin would be more fun.”

Natasha raised an eyebrow, folding her arms and giving you a skeptical look. “Fun? Y/N, Latin is literally a dead language.”

“Exactly!” You pointed at her excitedly. “Dead languages are cool, Natasha. Think of how impressive it’ll sound when I can insult Clint without him even knowing it.”

Clint turned his head quickly from his spot across the kitchen, eyes narrowed. “Excuse me, Stark Junior?”

You grinned sweetly, fluttering your eyelashes innocently. “Nothing, Uncle Clint. Love you!”

Clint narrowed his eyes suspiciously, slowly returning his attention to his sandwich. “Yeah, sure you do.”

Natasha chuckled softly, shaking her head as she returned her focus to you. “Look, Y/N, as entertaining as it sounds, Russian is actually useful. Latin—not so much.”

“Useful?” You scoffed playfully, leaning back slightly on your stool. “Nat, I already speak fluent Spanish and Chinese. I literally don’t need Russian. Did you know Chinese is gonna be the most spoken language by 2050? So, really, teaching me Latin would at least be interesting.”

Natasha tilted her head, looking mildly impressed despite herself. “You’ve really done your research on this, haven’t you?”

You nodded enthusiastically, smiling confidently. “See? Genius. I rest my case.”

Bruce chuckled softly from across the room, glancing up from his own notes. “She’s got you there, Natasha. You might want to reconsider.”

Natasha shot Bruce an amused glare before sighing softly, shoulders slumping slightly in resignation. “You really won’t let this go, will you?”

“Absolutely not,” you replied immediately, beaming brightly.

She shook her head again, giving you a reluctant smile. “Fine. How about this? You ace your Russian exam next week, and I’ll teach you some Latin. Deal?”

You perked up immediately, eyes sparkling. “Deal! Wait—exam? Since when do we have exams?”

Natasha smirked knowingly, sipping her tea calmly. “Since right now.”

You groaned loudly, slumping forward dramatically. “Ugh, betrayal.”

She laughed lightly, reaching over and ruffling your hair affectionately. “You’ll survive. Now, stop complaining and study. Latin’s waiting for you.”

You grumbled softly under your breath, sitting up straighter and nodding reluctantly. “Fine. But when I ace it, you better be prepared to teach me every Latin insult known to mankind.”

She rolled her eyes, lips quirking up slightly. “I’ll do my best.”

“Thank you,” you smiled brightly again, grabbing your notes dramatically off the counter. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have an exam to crush.”

As you hopped off your stool, Clint gave you a teasing grin. “Hey, when you learn all those insults, teach me a few so I can use them on Stark, yeah?”

You smirked mischievously at him, giving a playful wink. “Oh, definitely.”

Bruce chuckled softly again, shaking his head fondly. “I think you two underestimate Tony’s ability to insult in any language.”

Natasha smiled knowingly, eyes glinting with amusement as she watched you head toward the elevator. “He does have an impressive vocabulary.”

Clint sighed dramatically, finishing off his sandwich. “Great. Looks like I’ll have to learn Latin too, just to keep up.”

You grinned from the elevator, waving your notes cheerfully at him. “Don’t worry, Clint! I’ll give you a discount on lessons!”

The elevator doors closed on Clint’s amused laughter and Natasha’s fond shake of her head. You leaned back against the wall, flipping through your Russian notes with renewed determination. The promise of Latin—and a wealth of creative insults—awaited.

---

You were in your lab going over your Russian notes when Peter entered, backpack slung over one shoulder. You looked up from the tablet immediately, giving him a bright smile. "Hey, you made it!"

Peter chuckled softly as he dropped his backpack by the door, coming over to lean against your lab table. "Yeah, finally. Subway was packed, and some guy spilled coffee all over my shoes. So, great afternoon."

You bit your lip sympathetically, glancing down at his slightly stained sneakers. "Aw, Pete. I'll clean them up for you later."

He smiled gratefully, looking down at your notes curiously. "Is this Russian? I thought Natasha already said you're fluent."

"I am," you sighed dramatically, leaning your head back against the chair. "But apparently Nat thinks my Russian still needs work. Something about ‘too much slang’ and ‘not enough proper grammar.’"

Peter laughed lightly, shaking his head. "Well, she's probably right."

"Not helping," you muttered playfully, poking his side with your stylus. "I'm bribing Nat with my language prowess so she'll finally teach me Latin."

"Latin?" Peter asked with surprise, lifting his brows. "Why?"

You gave him a cheeky grin, eyes sparkling mischievously. "So I can insult Clint without him understanding me, obviously."

Peter laughed again, leaning a little closer. "I thought Clint was pretty used to insults by now."

"Yeah," you agreed with a grin, nudging his shoulder gently. "But I bet he doesn't know many in Latin."

Peter smiled warmly at you, his eyes softening as he watched you continue scribbling notes. After a moment, you noticed him staring and tilted your head curiously.

"Everything okay?" you asked softly, reaching out and gently touching his hand.

Peter nodded, a faint blush tinting his cheeks. "Yeah, it's just—I guess I'm still a little nervous about the field trip next Friday."

You softened immediately, putting your notes aside and squeezing his hand reassuringly. "Pete, it's gonna be fine. I promise."

He sighed anxiously, running a hand through his messy curls. "Yeah, I know. It's just weird, you know? Flash was giving me crap again today, and everyone else just thinks I'm lying about my internship."

You frowned slightly, reaching out and tugging Peter gently towards you until he moved around to sit on the stool beside yours. "Well, Flash is an idiot. And honestly? Who cares what everyone thinks? You're amazing, Peter. Let them doubt. Next week, you'll prove them all wrong."

Peter smiled softly, relaxing slightly as he met your reassuring gaze. "Thanks, Y/N. You're the best."

"Obviously," you teased lightly, nudging his arm again with a playful smile. "But, um, speaking of next week—I sort of had an idea."

He lifted a brow, his expression wary but amused. "Should I be scared?"

You laughed, shaking your head quickly. "No, I promise! Nothing embarrassing—well, maybe slightly embarrassing—but in a cute, sweet, romantic kind of way."

Peter chuckled quietly, rolling his eyes with affection. "That doesn't exactly make me feel better."

You grinned sheepishly, leaning closer to him excitedly. "What if I brought you lunch? Like, showed up during your tour, surprised you in front of your class?"

Peter stared at you, eyes wide with mild panic. "Wait, Y/N, I—I mean—"

You bit your lip softly, suddenly nervous. "Unless that's too much. We don't have to. I just thought it'd be nice—"

"No!" Peter quickly interrupted, placing a gentle hand on your arm, voice softening immediately. "No, Y/N. I like the idea. I really do."

You raised your eyebrows skeptically, watching him closely. "Are you sure? You kind of look like you just swallowed a spider."

He made a face at the analogy, chuckling nervously. "It's just—you know, people are gonna freak out. And Flash is definitely gonna say something stupid."

You smirked, eyes sparkling mischievously. "Oh, I hope he does. Then I can watch him shrivel under the power of my infamous Stark glare."

Peter laughed softly, visibly relaxing now as he shook his head with amusement. "You really have spent too much time around Tony."

You flashed a proud grin. "Can't help it. Stark genes."

He smiled warmly at you, eyes lingering fondly as he squeezed your hand gently. "But seriously, Y/N. I'd love for you to stop by. And screw whatever Flash thinks."

You grinned happily, excitement bubbling up in your chest as you leaned forward, pressing a quick, affectionate kiss to his lips. "It's a date, then."

Peter smiled shyly, cheeks turning bright pink as he squeezed your hand tighter. "Yeah, definitely."

Just then, footsteps echoed in the hallway, and you both turned toward the door as Tony strode in, a pizza box balanced in one hand, and the other covering his eyes.

“I’m giving you 15 seconds to get situated from whatever teenage shenanigans you two were up to. I better not see any clothing articles on the floor—”

"Dad!" you groaned loudly, cheeks immediately flushing. You quickly jumped away from Peter, nearly stumbling off your stool in embarrassment as you hurriedly fixed your hair. "We were literally just talking!"

Peter awkwardly cleared his throat, face equally flushed as he stared down at the floor, nervously scratching the back of his neck. "Uh, hi, Mr. Stark."

Tony finally lowered his hand from his eyes, giving both of you a deeply amused look as he walked further into the lab. "Relax, kiddos. Just making sure. Can't be too careful, what with teenagers being teenagers and all."

"Dad, seriously," you mumbled, trying to fight the burning embarrassment still flooding your cheeks. "I'm pretty sure the last thing on our minds is doing anything weird in my lab. With you literally two rooms down."

Tony smirked slightly, placing the pizza box on the counter beside you. "Hey, I don't judge. Hormones are unpredictable."

"Oh my God," you muttered, covering your face with your hands, hoping the ground might spontaneously open and swallow you whole. "Why are you like this?"

Peter laughed nervously, shifting uncomfortably as he glanced between you and Tony. "Um, sir, we—we were really just talking about the field trip next week."

Tony raised a skeptical eyebrow, glancing sideways at Peter. "Sure, Pete. You don't have to worry about me, though. I trust you. Mostly."

You let out an exaggerated groan, slumping dramatically against the lab table. "Please, Dad. For the love of Thor, stop talking."

Tony chuckled deeply, flipping the pizza box open casually. "Speaking of the field trip," he started, pulling out a slice, "I've been thinking about how we should handle this whole thing."

You sighed softly, finally looking up at him with a wary expression. "Handle it?"

Tony nodded slowly, taking a casual bite of his pizza. "You know, introductions, awkward teenage social dynamics, maybe a strategically embarrassing slideshow detailing Peter's intern duties—"

"Mr. Stark!" Peter interrupted quickly, looking mortified. "Please don't."

You shook your head vigorously, narrowing your eyes firmly at Tony. "Absolutely not. Dad, you promised you'd behave. No embarrassing Peter, remember?"

Tony pouted dramatically, sighing deeply as he looked between the two of you. "You're no fun at all. You know how much prep I've already put into this presentation?"

Peter paled visibly, shifting anxiously on his stool. "Presentation?"

Tony smirked mischievously, leaning forward slightly as he took another bite. "It's titled 'Peter Parker: Spider Intern or Spider Imposter?' Thought it had a nice ring to it."

You groaned again, burying your face in your arms on the lab table. "Peter, I'm so sorry."

Peter chuckled nervously, shaking his head as he glanced over at you. "It's fine. I mean, how bad could it really be?"

Tony grinned widely. "Oh, kid, famous last words."

"Dad," you finally lifted your head again, giving him a pleading look, "can we please just have a normal field trip? Without your involvement? At all?"

Tony raised an eyebrow, looking dramatically offended. "No involvement? I'm hurt, Y/N. This is literally Stark Industries. Emphasis on the Stark."

"Exactly," you pointed out firmly, crossing your arms. "Industries. Not Tony Stark's Personal Embarrassment Tour."

Peter nodded quickly, clearly hopeful you’d convinced him. "Please, Mr. Stark. I promise I'll make sure my classmates behave."

Tony tilted his head thoughtfully, still chewing his pizza. "Hmm. Alright, Parker. I'll consider scaling back my incredible plans. But only because you're looking at me like a kicked puppy."

Peter relaxed visibly, sighing in relief. "Thank you."

You let out your own relieved breath, reaching over to squeeze Peter's hand gently. "You okay?"

He nodded slightly, squeezing your hand back as he gave you a small smile. "Yeah, thanks. Just, you know, mild panic attack."

You chuckled softly, giving him an affectionate look. "I promise, it'll be okay. We can handle Dad."

Tony rolled his eyes dramatically, finishing off his pizza slice. "I'm literally right here."

You grinned cheekily at him, shrugging your shoulders. "We know."

Tony chuckled lightly, shaking his head fondly at you both. "Alright, alright, I get it. I'll behave." He turned his attention back to Peter, pointing a stern finger in his direction. "But you'd better make sure those high school gremlins don't touch anything. Or breathe on anything expensive. Especially Flash."

Peter nodded quickly, looking relieved but still a bit nervous. "Yes, sir."

Tony sighed dramatically again, reaching for another slice of pizza as he shot you both a teasing smirk. "Honestly, I'm pretty sure running an Avengers-level security detail was less stressful than hosting a bunch of teenagers."

You laughed softly, shaking your head at him. "Relax, Dad. It'll be fine."

"Easy for you to say," Tony grumbled playfully, giving you an affectionate smile. "You're not the one dealing with liability paperwork."

Peter smiled slightly, visibly calmer now as he relaxed next to you. "I promise, Mr. Stark, we'll be on our best behavior."

Tony smiled knowingly, pointing at him dramatically. "Good. Because if not, I'm blaming you directly, Parker. And then—"

"Tony," Pepper's amused voice suddenly cut in from the doorway. You all turned to see her leaning against the frame with a fond expression. "Don't threaten Peter. He's nervous enough."

Tony grinned sheepishly, shrugging at his wife with a playful pout. "Hey, someone’s gotta keep the kid on his toes."

Pepper rolled her eyes warmly, walking toward you and Peter with a reassuring smile. "Don't listen to him. You'll both do great next week."

You smiled gratefully at her, relaxing further. "Thanks, Mom."

Pepper gently squeezed your shoulder, giving Peter a comforting look. "It'll be fun, Peter. And don't worry, Tony will behave himself."

Tony scoffed loudly, crossing his arms indignantly. "I'm literally standing right here. You people act like I'm the teenager."

You smirked cheekily, tilting your head. "Well, Dad—"

He quickly held up his hand, shaking his head firmly. "Don’t. Finish. That. Thought."

Pepper laughed lightly, patting Tony's shoulder affectionately. "Come on, Tony. Let's leave the kids alone."

He sighed dramatically, moving to follow her but turned at the doorway to give you both a mock-stern glare. "Door stays open, kids."

"Dad!" you groaned again, flushing furiously as Tony chuckled and finally followed Pepper out, the door staying conspicuously wide open.

You sighed deeply, slumping slightly as you turned to look at Peter. "Sorry again. He's… a lot."

Peter laughed softly, relaxing completely now as he smiled warmly at you. "I’m used to it. Besides, I think your dad's threats of embarrassment kinda prepared me for this stuff."

You grinned gently, leaning toward him again. "So, still excited for Friday?"

He gave you a nervous but sincere smile, nodding slightly. "Yeah. As long as you're there, I'll be fine."

You felt your heart flutter warmly, squeezing his hand again as you leaned in, gently pressing your lips against his again. This time, without any interruption from Tony.

Peter smiled softly against your lips, pulling back slowly and meeting your gaze warmly. "Thanks, Y/N. For everything."

You smiled gently back at him, your eyes full of affection. "Anytime, Pete."

Peter chuckled softly, shaking his head slightly. "Honestly, compared to being Spider-Man, dealing with your dad isn't so bad."

You laughed, giving his hand another gentle squeeze. "I'll remind you that you said that next Friday."

He sighed dramatically, grinning playfully. "Great. Can't wait."

You smiled warmly, knowing that despite Tony’s teasing, next week really was going to be great—because you'd be together, and that was what mattered most.

---

“Did May sign the permission slip? It’s due today!” Ned asked Peter as they walked down the hallway to Mr. Harrington’s class.

“Yeah, barely,” Peter laughed nervously, tugging his backpack higher onto his shoulder. “She got home late from her shift at the hospital, but I practically shoved the pen in her hand this morning.”

Ned chuckled, shaking his head knowingly. “Man, I still can’t believe we’re going to Stark Industries. Like, the actual Stark Industries. You think they’ll show us the Iron Man suits?”

Peter smirked, glancing over at Ned with amusement. “Probably not the real ones. Knowing Mr. Stark, he’ll probably have holographic decoys or something.”

“Oh, totally,” Ned agreed excitedly. “Wait, do you think the Avengers are gonna be there? Y/N did say the team all lives there.”

Peter bit his lip nervously, glancing around to make sure no one overheard them as they walked. “Yeah, I know. And that’s kinda what I’m worried about. Can you imagine how Flash is gonna react if Thor casually strolls by during the tour?”

Ned laughed, clapping Peter’s shoulder reassuringly. “Hey, just let Thor pick Flash up one-handed—that’ll shut him up real quick.”

Peter chuckled despite himself, shaking his head. “Yeah, tempting as that sounds, I promised Y/N we’d all behave.”

“Aw, man,” Ned teased dramatically, pretending to pout. “You guys are no fun at all.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Peter rolled his eyes affectionately, nudging Ned’s shoulder gently. “Just help me make sure MJ doesn’t instigate something. She’s been weirdly excited about this.”

Ned snorted loudly, nodding vigorously. “Dude, MJ told me she’s bringing popcorn to watch the chaos unfold. I think she’s secretly hoping Flash embarrasses himself.”

“Great,” Peter sighed, running a hand anxiously through his curls. “Just what I needed.”

“You’ll be fine, Peter,” Ned reassured gently, lowering his voice slightly. “Besides, you’re literally Spider-Man and dating Tony Stark’s daughter. Honestly, if Flash knew the truth, he’d lose his mind.”

Peter laughed quietly, shaking his head slightly. “Yeah, well, let’s hope he doesn’t find out like that. Flash losing his mind is the last thing I want.”

Ned laughed again, giving Peter another reassuring pat on the back as they approached the classroom. “Relax, dude. It’ll be fine. Besides, Y/N’s coming, right? She’ll probably have your back.”

Peter smiled softly at that, nodding slowly as he walked into Mr. Harrington’s room. “Yeah, she will.”

They found their seats, and MJ looked up from her sketchbook as they joined her. “Morning, losers. Permission slips signed, or are you both gonna have to sit this one out?”

“Very funny,” Ned said dryly, showing her his slip proudly. “Signed, sealed, and delivered.”

MJ smirked, lifting an eyebrow as she glanced at Peter. “And you, Parker?”

Peter waved his permission slip dramatically, giving her a mock-serious look. “Relax, MJ, I’ve got it covered.”

“Good,” she replied casually, returning to her sketching. “Because if you missed this, I was gonna have to record Flash embarrassing himself and send it to you.”

Peter smiled faintly. “How thoughtful.”

“Always,” MJ replied without looking up.

The bell rang, and Mr. Harrington quickly stood, adjusting his glasses and collecting the slips eagerly. “Alright, everyone! Permission slips, hand them in now, please! Stark Industries awaits!”

Peter handed his slip to Mr. Harrington, heart thudding slightly in his chest as he felt reality sinking in again. As Mr. Harrington counted the slips, Flash loudly leaned toward Peter from his seat.

“Better be careful, Parker,” Flash whispered mockingly, a smug grin plastered across his face. “You wouldn’t wanna embarrass yourself in front of Tony Stark by pretending to be his intern, would you?”

Peter sighed deeply, not even bothering to look over. “Thanks, Flash. Really appreciate the advice.”

Flash scoffed arrogantly, crossing his arms as he leaned back. “Just looking out for you, Parker.”

MJ shot Peter an amused, knowing glance, mouthing silently, “Ten bucks says he cries.”

Peter stifled a laugh, relaxing slightly. Maybe Ned was right—Friday wouldn’t be so bad. Especially since he had you.

---

Meanwhile, at the tower, you were currently scribbling equations onto the large whiteboard in your lab, muttering softly to yourself as you worked through a particularly challenging formula.

“You know, most teenagers prefer sleeping in, Y/N,” Rhodey’s voice suddenly teased lightly from the doorway.

You spun around, smiling brightly as you spotted him leaning casually against the frame. “Yeah, but most teenagers aren’t Stark geniuses.”

He chuckled softly, stepping into the lab and glancing at your equations curiously. “Impressive as always. New project?”

“Sort of,” you admitted sheepishly, tapping your marker against your chin thoughtfully. “Peter and I were talking about his web-fluid yesterday, and I think I found a way to improve its tensile strength.”

Rhodey raised an eyebrow, impressed despite himself. “Tony’s gonna be thrilled. Speaking of Peter, how’s he feeling about Friday?”

You sighed softly, leaning your back against the table. “Honestly? He’s nervous. Like, really nervous.”

Rhodey smiled knowingly, tilting his head sympathetically. “Poor kid. High school drama, huh?”

“Exactly,” you replied with a small laugh, shaking your head slightly. “It’s just… it’s frustrating. He’s incredible, you know? But he still worries what people like Flash Thompson think.”

Rhodey nodded understandingly. “Well, Flash Thompson’s an idiot.”

“That’s what I said!” you exclaimed immediately, grinning widely.

Rhodey laughed warmly, squeezing your shoulder gently. “Look, just remind Peter that he’s got nothing to prove. He knows who he is. You know who he is. That’s all that matters.”

You smiled softly at that, feeling warmth spread through your chest. “Thanks, Uncle Rhodey. I’ll make sure to remind him.”

He smiled back warmly, eyes gentle. “You two are good for each other, Y/N. You’ve always balanced each other out.”

You blushed slightly, nodding shyly. “Yeah, we do.”

“Alright,” Rhodey stepped back with an affectionate grin, “I better get to that meeting. Just wanted to check on you.”

You smiled warmly, giving him a grateful look. “Thanks, Uncle Rhodey.”

“Anytime, kiddo,” he replied gently before disappearing back into the hallway.

You turned back toward your equations, mind drifting again toward Peter and Friday. Despite all your reassurances, you knew exactly why he was nervous. Peter had always preferred blending in quietly, and dating Tony Stark’s daughter certainly wasn’t the way to keep a low profile.

But you’d made a promise to yourself—you would be there for him. No matter how awkward, how nervous, or how many snarky comments Flash made. Peter was worth it. Besides, you thought with a soft smile, you could handle a bit of embarrassment. Especially if it meant making sure everyone else knew just how amazing Peter Parker really was.

Smiling gently to yourself, you turned your attention back to your calculations. Friday couldn’t come soon enough.

---

Soon, Friday arrived and the bus to Stark Tower was overwhelmed with chatter and excitement.

"Oh my god, we're literally almost there!" Ned practically bounced in his seat, gripping the seat in front of him excitedly. "I'm actually going to see the lab where Iron Man makes his suits."

MJ rolled her eyes slightly, flipping casually through a book she'd brought along. "Please don't faint when you meet Tony again, Ned."

Ned frowned, looking mildly offended. "I didn't faint last time, MJ. I just got a little… dizzy."

Peter chuckled nervously from beside them, fingers fidgeting anxiously in his lap as his leg bounced rapidly. "Guys, please try not to draw too much attention today? Please?"

MJ lifted her gaze to Peter, arching an eyebrow skeptically. "You're dating the daughter of a billionaire superhero, Parker. I'm pretty sure attention is inevitable."

Peter groaned quietly, sinking slightly lower in his seat. "I was afraid you'd say that."

Flash loudly cleared his throat from across the aisle, leaning over with a smug smirk plastered on his face. "Parker, remind me—do interns at Stark Industries actually get to meet anyone important, or do they just spend the whole time fetching coffee?"

Peter sighed, closing his eyes briefly. "Flash, I've told you a million times—I'm an intern. I work in an actual lab."

Flash snorted dismissively. "Yeah, sure you do. We'll see about that."

"Ignore him," MJ muttered calmly, returning her attention to her book. "He's just jealous because his dad couldn't buy him an internship there."

Ned snickered softly as Flash huffed indignantly, turning away again.

Peter's phone buzzed suddenly, and he quickly glanced down, seeing your name light up his screen. He smiled slightly, quickly opening your message.

You: Hey Pete! Just checking in—are you still alive? Ned didn't faint yet, right?

Peter grinned, quickly typing a reply.

Peter: Barely hanging on. And Ned’s still conscious. For now.

You: Good. Can't wait to see you.

Peter's heart fluttered at that, fingers hesitating over the screen before he sent back his message.

Peter: Me too. Miss you.

"Aw, Peter's blushing," MJ teased flatly, smirking without looking up from her page.

Peter flushed deeper, quickly pocketing his phone and stammering awkwardly. "I—uh—I'm not—"

"It's cute, man," Ned reassured, giving him a gentle nudge. "Besides, you're gonna be fine. Y/N will make sure Flash shuts up."

Peter sighed softly, leaning back against his seat. "Yeah. Hopefully without giving him permanent emotional damage."

MJ shrugged nonchalantly. "Either way, it's a win for me."

Peter chuckled softly, shaking his head as the bus finally pulled up in front of Stark Tower. The entire class erupted in excited chatter, students pressing against windows to get a better look at the imposing glass building.

Mr. Harrington stood from the front of the bus, trying to speak loudly over the chatter. "Alright, class! Remember, this is a rare and special opportunity. So please—please—try to behave yourselves."

Flash scoffed loudly from his seat. "Relax, Mr. Harrington. I'm sure Parker here can use his imaginary connections to keep us in line."

Peter bit his lip, clenching his fists tightly to prevent himself from saying something he'd regret. Thankfully, MJ was quick to respond.

"Hey, Flash," she called dryly. "Maybe Stark Industries will have an opening in the mailroom for you after graduation. Aim high."

The class laughed quietly as Flash’s face turned red with embarrassment. Peter gave MJ a grateful look, smiling slightly.

They filed off the bus and gathered at the entrance, Mr. Harrington attempting to count heads. Peter’s nerves spiked again as he glanced up at the glass doors. He swallowed anxiously, realizing in just moments, the quiet corner of his life he’d worked so hard to keep separate was about to collide spectacularly with his classmates.

"Relax, Peter," Ned murmured reassuringly, patting his shoulder. "You got this."

Peter smiled weakly, nodding slightly. "Thanks, Ned."

MJ looked up from her book again, giving him a tiny smirk. "If all else fails, just have Tony Stark kick Flash out of the building."

Peter laughed softly, feeling some of the tension leave his shoulders. "Good idea."

Before he could reply further, the front doors opened, and Peter's heart skipped when he saw Happy Hogan step through.

"Welcome, Midtown," Happy said loudly, in his usual deadpan voice. "My name is Happy Hogan. I'm head of security here at Stark Industries. I'll be taking you to the conference room, and we'll begin the tour shortly."

Flash's eyes widened, whispering excitedly to his friends, "That's Stark's security guy! You know he's gotta know Iron Man personally."

Peter smiled slightly at Happy, trying to catch his eye. Happy's gaze finally landed on Peter, giving him a small, knowing nod.

"Keep up, people," Happy said impatiently, already turning around and leading the class toward the elevators.

Peter felt the butterflies in his stomach grow heavier with every step they took. His breathing quickened slightly, heart pounding anxiously in his chest as he glanced at Ned, whispering nervously, "This is it. Oh god."

Ned squeezed his shoulder again reassuringly, giving Peter an encouraging smile. "You're gonna be fine, Pete. Just breathe."

MJ smirked faintly as she walked beside them, glancing sideways at Peter. "You look like you're about to faint, Parker."

Peter forced himself to chuckle, nodding weakly. "Yeah, no kidding."

Finally, they reached the massive conference room, and Happy gestured inside impatiently. "Sit down and don't touch anything. We will be passing out badges that you will need during the tour. There are different levels for different roles in the company, and badges are never reprinted unless lost. Because apparently I’m the only here who takes security seriou—”

“Ah, son of Hogan!” Thor boomed, standing in the conference room door. “You wouldn’t mind going out and getting more Pop-Tarts, would you?”

Happy closed his eyes and took a deep breath, visibly counting to ten before turning slowly to face Thor. "Thor, we've discussed this. I'm working."

Thor smiled broadly, completely unfazed. "Ah, yes, Son of Hogan, but this is an emergency. You see, I ate all the strawberry ones, and now Banner refuses to share his."

Happy sighed deeply again, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Thor, please—just wait until I'm done here."

Thor's eyes drifted curiously to the classroom full of wide-eyed teenagers, offering them an enthusiastic wave. "Greetings, young scholars! Welcome to Stark's domain!"

Flash’s mouth fell open in shock, eyes wide as he grabbed his friend's shoulder. "Dude, it's literally Thor!"

Peter shrank slightly in his seat, cheeks flushing as he fought the overwhelming urge to bury his head in his arms. Ned elbowed him excitedly, whispering, "This is already the best day ever!"

MJ's smirk deepened as she leaned closer, murmuring softly, "At least Flash finally shut up."

Peter chuckled weakly, glancing nervously back at Thor, who had taken it upon himself to stride confidently into the conference room. Happy followed quickly, irritation clear on his face.

"Thor, I swear, if you break something—" Happy muttered sharply.

"Nonsense," Thor boomed cheerfully, placing his hands confidently on his hips as he smiled warmly at the stunned class. "These fine young Midgardians deserve the full Avengers experience."

Happy groaned softly, rolling his eyes upward in defeat.

Flash finally found his voice, practically vibrating in his seat. "Mr. Thor, sir—do you think we could, uh, maybe see your hammer?"

Thor chuckled heartily, shaking his head good-naturedly. "I'm afraid Mjolnir is resting securely, but perhaps another time!"

Mr. Harrington cleared his throat nervously, stepping forward to address Thor with an awkward smile. "Well, thank you for the unexpected introduction, Mr. Thor. We, uh, appreciate the warm welcome."

Thor beamed brightly, clapping a heavy hand onto Mr. Harrington’s shoulder, nearly knocking the teacher off balance. "Of course! I bid you farewell, small ones. Enjoy Stark's sanctuary!"

With a final dramatic wave, Thor exited the conference room, leaving a stunned silence behind.

Happy exhaled deeply, glancing around the room again. "So that's Thor. Please, no more interruptions. As I was saying before our surprise guest—badges. You'll each receive one based on your level of clearance."

He began passing out badges, placing them carefully onto the table as he spoke. "Blue badges grant general access for today. Do not lose these, do not trade them, do not sell them online. Trust me, we'll know."

Flash eagerly grabbed his badge, practically cradling it in awe as he turned to whisper excitedly to his friends. "Guys, this is legit Stark tech!"

MJ rolled her eyes slightly, carefully clipping her badge onto her shirt. "It's literally a laminated card, Flash."

Flash scowled at her, but Ned cut in excitedly before he could reply. "Hey, Peter, your badge is different. Yours is red!"

Peter flushed, awkwardly reaching out to take his badge from Happy, who gave him another subtle, reassuring nod. "Yeah, uh—it's an intern badge. It gives me access to the labs."

Flash's eyes widened again, looking sharply at Peter. "Wait—Parker actually has a legit badge?"

Peter sighed tiredly, clipping the badge onto his hoodie. "Yeah, Flash, that's what I've been trying to tell you."

Flash narrowed his eyes suspiciously, clearly skeptical but momentarily at a loss for words. Ned grinned proudly, nudging Peter excitedly. "Told you they'd freak."

Peter smiled weakly, glancing anxiously toward the doorway as Happy finished handing out badges and returned to the front of the room.

"Alright, people," Happy continued in his deadpan voice, "we have a lot to cover. I'll be taking you through the lower-level labs, public spaces, and exhibits. You'll be staying together and not touching anything unless explicitly instructed."

Mr. Harrington quickly nodded, his eyes wide with mild panic as he gestured toward the class. "Yes, yes—everyone, please listen carefully to Mr. Hogan."

Peter took a slow, steadying breath, trying to quell the anxiety that bubbled within his chest. MJ leaned slightly toward him, murmuring dryly, "Relax, Parker. You've survived alien invasions. You can survive a high school field trip."

Peter let out a shaky laugh, nodding weakly. "Yeah, you're right."

Happy motioned impatiently, waving everyone toward the door again. "Alright, follow me closely. We're heading down to the exhibit hall first."

Peter stood slowly, falling into step beside Ned and MJ. Flash followed closely behind, loudly whispering to anyone who would listen, "I bet we'll get to meet Tony Stark himself."

Peter's pulse quickened nervously at the mention of Tony, stomach twisting anxiously at the thought of just how close his carefully separated worlds were becoming. MJ glanced at him knowingly, giving a subtle smirk.

"You know," she murmured casually, "if Flash annoys Stark enough, maybe he'll ban him from the building."

Peter chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Yeah, let's hope so."

They reached the elevators, and Happy quickly keyed in a security code, herding the group inside. "No pushing, please."

The elevator descended smoothly, opening into the exhibit hall. The entire class gasped, excited murmurs filling the air as they took in the massive display cases of Stark tech, holographic screens detailing various inventions, and impressive Avengers suits lining the walls.

Ned’s mouth fell open, eyes wide with awe. "Peter, this is insane!"

Peter smiled faintly, glancing around nervously. "Yeah, it's pretty cool."

Happy cleared his throat impatiently again, gesturing toward the displays. "Feel free to look around. No touching the glass. You break it, you buy it, and trust me—none of you can afford it."

Flash immediately moved toward the nearest Iron Man suit, practically pressing his nose to the glass as he marveled at it.

MJ leaned toward Peter again, speaking quietly. "You know Flash is gonna touch something eventually, right?"

Peter smiled slightly, nodding in resignation. "Yeah, probably."

“Spider-Man has his own display!?” Flash exclaimed, practically rushing toward the exhibit. He pressed his hands against the glass excitedly, ignoring Happy’s warning glare.

"Dude," Ned whispered to Peter, trying and failing to hide his grin, "That's you!"

"Shh!" Peter hissed nervously, glancing around quickly to ensure no one overheard. "Not here, man."

MJ chuckled quietly from beside them, arms crossed as she casually took in the spectacle. "So, this is what a secret identity crisis looks like."

Flash’s voice rang out loudly again, clearly trying to impress his small gathering of friends. "I mean, Spider-Man’s cool and all, but he's no Iron Man."

Peter felt his face flush slightly, resisting the urge to say something back. Ned, noticing his friend’s tense expression, quickly nudged Peter gently.

"Just breathe, dude," Ned whispered reassuringly, eyes sympathetic. "He doesn’t even know who he’s talking to."

Peter sighed softly, smiling weakly at Ned. "Yeah, you're right."

Flash continued his monologue to anyone who would listen, motioning dramatically to the display. "Spider-Man's alright, sure, but he's probably just some random guy who got lucky. Stark Industries just felt bad and threw him a bone."

"Wow," MJ deadpanned softly, eyebrows raised as she looked at Peter pointedly. "Are you gonna tell him how you single-handedly stopped a flying bird guy and an army of drones, or should I?"

Peter bit back a laugh, shaking his head nervously. "No, MJ. Please, no."

Meanwhile, Happy loudly cleared his throat again, clearly irritated. "Hey! Thompson, right? Keep your hands off the glass."

Flash pulled his hands back immediately, looking sheepish but quickly regaining his confidence. "Sorry, sir. Just admiring Spider-Man’s, uh, impressive suit."

Happy raised an unimpressed eyebrow. "I'm sure he'd be thrilled."

The class snickered softly at Flash’s embarrassment, and Ned leaned closer to Peter, whispering excitedly, "Oh man, I wish Y/N were here. She'd totally roast him right now."

Peter chuckled softly, nerves easing slightly at the mention of you. "Yeah, I know. She's definitely better at handling Flash than I am."

MJ smirked faintly, eyes sparkling with amusement. "You mean scarier."

"That too," Peter admitted with a slight laugh, shoulders relaxing a bit more.

Happy guided them further into the exhibit hall, pointing out various pieces of technology as the class followed excitedly behind. Ned eagerly snapped photos with his phone, whispering excited commentary to Peter, who smiled and nodded distractedly, mind clearly elsewhere.

They stopped again in front of a sleek glass display featuring the nanotech suit Tony wore during the battle against Thanos. The entire class gasped softly, and even MJ looked up from her book, clearly impressed.

"This," Happy announced seriously, motioning toward the display, "is Mr. Stark’s most advanced suit to date—fully integrated nanotechnology. It saved his life multiple times."

Flash stepped forward again, looking star-struck. "Is this the actual suit Iron Man wore?"

Happy sighed softly, nodding reluctantly. "Yes. And before you ask, no, you can't touch it."

Flash stepped back quickly, holding his hands up innocently. "Just checking."

"Wow," Ned breathed softly, glancing at Peter excitedly. "Dude, you've literally helped Mr. Stark build stuff like this. That's insane."

Flash overheard Ned's comment, quickly scoffing dismissively. "Oh, come on, Leeds. Stop believing Parker’s ridiculous fantasies. Like Tony Stark would ever let him near something important."

Peter felt his jaw tighten slightly in irritation but forced himself to remain silent, refusing to engage. MJ, however, tilted her head calmly, offering Flash a dry, unimpressed look.

"You're really embarrassing yourself right now," she stated bluntly, returning her attention casually to her book.

Flash opened his mouth to respond, clearly flustered, but Happy quickly interrupted before he could.

"Alright, moving on!" Happy called loudly, gesturing impatiently toward the next exhibit. "We still have a lot to see."

Peter felt a tiny bit of relief as Flash was forced to follow along silently, though his anxiety only grew as they continued deeper into Stark Tower. With every passing moment, they were closer to crossing paths with the Avengers—and, of course, with you.

The group turned the corner, approaching another expansive hall. Happy motioned toward the collection of Captain America’s shields mounted on the walls.

"And here," Happy said flatly, "you'll see the various prototypes and completed designs for Captain America's shield—vibranium alloy, nearly indestructible, and incredibly dangerous when wielded by literally anyone else."

The class laughed softly, admiring the impressive display. MJ glanced casually at Peter, raising an eyebrow with mock seriousness. "Cap's still your favorite Avenger, right?"

Peter chuckled nervously, shrugging slightly. "Uh, I dunno… they're all pretty cool."

Ned rolled his eyes dramatically, nudging Peter again. "Come on, dude. We all know your favorite Avenger."

MJ smirked knowingly. "Y/N doesn't count."

Peter flushed bright red immediately, stammering awkwardly. "I—I mean—she’s not technically an Avenger, so—"

"Uh-huh," MJ replied flatly, returning her focus calmly to the displays.

Flash scoffed softly from behind, overhearing their conversation. "Please. Like Parker even knows Y/N Stark. He probably doesn't even know what she looks like."

Peter's cheeks grew even redder, fists clenching nervously at his sides. Ned quickly placed a reassuring hand on Peter’s shoulder, shaking his head slightly.

"Just ignore him," Ned murmured softly, eyes sympathetic.

MJ rolled her eyes dramatically, glancing back at Peter calmly. "Seriously, Parker, you need better taste in friends."

Peter smiled weakly, trying not to let Flash’s words get under his skin. But as the tour continued, he felt increasingly anxious, dreading the inevitable moment you’d show up and his carefully guarded secret would be spectacularly shattered.

The class moved forward again, following Happy toward another part of the exhibit hall. Ned continued chattering excitedly, pointing out different displays to Peter, who smiled and nodded distractedly, heart racing anxiously in his chest.

As Happy stopped once more in front of a display case showcasing Hawkeye's various trick arrows, Flash loudly cleared his throat again, arms crossed smugly.

"Honestly," Flash announced loudly, addressing the entire class dramatically, "I'm surprised Stark even has this many Hawkeye arrows on display. I mean, he's basically useless compared to literally anyone else."

Peter frowned slightly, jaw tightening again in annoyance. He knew Clint well enough to appreciate just how skilled and important he truly was.

MJ, however, remained unimpressed, tilting her head calmly toward Flash. "You know Hawkeye could probably take you down with a single paperclip, right?"

Flash scoffed arrogantly, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, right. The guy shoots arrows for a living. Big deal."

From just behind Flash, a familiar voice suddenly spoke, casual but amused. "Actually, paperclips are a little boring. Give me some dental floss and a rubber band—now that's interesting."

Flash turned quickly, eyes wide with shock as he realized Clint Barton himself had silently walked up behind him, a mug of coffee in hand and a relaxed, amused smile on his face.

"Oh—um," Flash stammered awkwardly, cheeks flushing with embarrassment as the entire class watched eagerly. "I—I didn’t mean—"

Clint chuckled softly, taking a casual sip of his coffee. "Relax, kid. No offense taken."

MJ smirked faintly, clearly entertained by Flash’s embarrassment. "Nice save, Flash."

Clint turned his gaze casually toward Peter, eyes sparkling knowingly. "Hey, Pete. Good to see you."

Peter flushed immediately, suddenly aware of everyone's eyes on him. He quickly waved nervously, voice slightly strained. "Uh, hey, Clint."

Flash stared wide-eyed, completely speechless now, as Clint simply nodded, clearly entertained. "Enjoy the tour, kids. Try not to break anything."

With that, Clint casually continued down the hallway, leaving stunned silence behind him.

MJ looked pointedly at Flash, raising an amused eyebrow. "Still think he's useless?"

Flash remained silent, cheeks burning with embarrassment as he quickly averted his gaze.

Peter exhaled slowly, heart still pounding anxiously in his chest. He glanced nervously toward the door, knowing that with Clint’s appearance, it was only a matter of time before the others arrived—and before you showed up and inevitably turned his entire world upside down.

And that moment came sooner than expected. As Happy led the class to the end of the exhibit hall, Vision phased through the wall, looking politely inquisitive as he hovered just slightly above the ground. "Ah, Mr. Hogan. I need to know where there’s extra sugar. Y/N asked for tea, and I'm 0.05 grams short."

Happy took another deep, exhausted breath, closing his eyes briefly in annoyance. "Vision, you're literally a supercomputer. Can’t you calculate your way to the pantry?"

Vision tilted his head thoughtfully. "I did, indeed. However, the pantry appears to have been relocated to accommodate Thor’s snack preferences. This requires manual intervention."

From the back of the group, Flash practically squeaked, whispering excitedly to the person beside him, "Holy crap, that’s Vision! Actual Vision!"

MJ glanced sideways at Flash, deadpan as always. "You sure? Might just be some other floating, vibranium-infused android phasing through walls."

Flash glared at her, crossing his arms tightly. "Shut up."

Peter swallowed nervously, feeling Ned elbowing him excitedly in the side. "Dude, this is literally the coolest day of my entire life."

"Yeah," Peter mumbled, feeling anxiety bubble up again at the mention of your name. His heart pounded quicker, wondering if this was the start of your inevitable appearance.

The elevators at the end of the hall opened as Wanda walked out. “Vis, you didn’t need to come all the way down here for sugar. I had found a new bag underneath the sink right when you left.”

“Yes,” Happy said, “thank you, Wanda. And Vision, I doubt Y/N would notice a difference if you were 0.05 grams short.”

Vision tilted his head thoughtfully, completely unfazed by the class of teenagers staring at him. "I suppose. But as she tells me, I make it perfect every time. I'd rather not disappoint her."

Wanda smiled softly, gently placing a reassuring hand on his arm. "Trust me, Vis, Y/N will survive a slightly imperfect cup of tea."

From somewhere behind Peter, Flash whispered excitedly to his friend, voice shaking with awe. "Dude—Scarlet Witch too? This is literally the best day of my entire existence."

MJ glanced sideways, raising an unimpressed eyebrow. "I'm glad witnessing you reach the peak of your existence is just as disappointing as I imagined, Flash."

Ned elbowed Peter again, practically bouncing in place. "This is insane, Pete! Wanda, Vision—who's next? Black Panther? Captain Marvel?"

Peter chuckled nervously, shifting anxiously on his feet. "Let's hope not."

Happy sighed deeply, giving Vision and Wanda a pointed look. "Alright, could you two maybe move this conversation somewhere else? I'm trying to give an educational tour here."

Vision nodded politely, still hovering just slightly above the ground. "Of course, Mr. Hogan. My apologies. We shall return upstairs."

"Thanks," Happy muttered flatly, clearly counting down the seconds until his tour guide duty ended.

Wanda turned her attention curiously to the class, smiling warmly as she noticed Peter. "Oh, Peter! Hi. How's the tour going?"

Peter flushed again immediately, awkwardly waving at her while feeling every single pair of eyes in the room shift to stare at him. "Uh, hi, Wanda. It's going good, thanks."

Flash stared wide-eyed at Peter, visibly baffled. "Wait—Parker knows Wanda Maximoff? What?"

MJ didn't look up from her book, lips quirking slightly. "If you'd listened to literally anything Peter said in the last two years, Flash, this wouldn't be surprising."

Flash opened his mouth to argue, cheeks flushed, but Wanda simply smiled gently, clearly amused by the drama she'd accidentally caused. "Well, I'll let you get back to it. Have fun, everyone."

With a polite nod, Wanda and Vision left quietly, leaving another stunned silence in their wake.

Mr. Harrington took a shaky breath, clearly overwhelmed by the day's surprises. "Well, this is certainly more exciting than I anticipated. Mr. Hogan, should we continue?"

"Please," Happy agreed impatiently, already walking ahead. "Next up is our robotics lab. Follow closely."

As the class began moving again, Flash stepped quickly beside Peter, clearly desperate for answers. "Okay, Parker, what's going on? First Clint Barton, now Wanda Maximoff knows you? How?"

Peter shrugged awkwardly, avoiding eye contact as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck. "Uh, I mean—I told you, I work here. I'm an intern."

Flash shook his head skeptically, narrowing his eyes. "No way. There's gotta be something else."

MJ sighed dryly, clearly losing patience with Flash's stubborn disbelief. "Yeah, Flash, it's almost like Peter has an actual life outside of school. Wild concept, I know."

Flash huffed irritably, quickly walking ahead of them with a muttered, "Whatever."

Ned snickered softly, grinning at Peter triumphantly. "Finally! Flash has no idea what's coming next."

"Yeah," Peter chuckled weakly, heart racing anxiously again as he glanced around nervously, half-expecting you to pop out at any moment. "I'm terrified."

MJ smirked knowingly, nudging him gently. "Relax, Parker. This is honestly the best entertainment I've had in weeks."

They entered the robotics lab, a spacious room filled with advanced machinery, holographic interfaces, and several scientists and engineers quietly working at various stations.

Flash immediately rushed toward a particularly impressive robotic arm on display, eyes wide with awe. "Whoa, check this out! Do you think it's remote-controlled or something?"

Happy shot Flash an annoyed glare. "No. And again, Thompson—don't touch."

Flash quickly withdrew his hands, sheepishly stepping back again.

Peter lingered nervously near the doorway, fingers twitching anxiously at his sides. He glanced around the familiar lab, memories of working alongside you and Tony flooding his mind.

"Peter!" Bruce's cheerful voice suddenly called from across the room, causing Peter to jump slightly. Bruce walked over quickly, smiling warmly as he adjusted his glasses. "Good to see you, kid."

The class immediately quieted again, eyes once more shifting curiously toward Peter.

Peter flushed again, offering Bruce a shy, awkward wave. "Hi, Dr. Banner."

Bruce chuckled lightly, gently squeezing Peter's shoulder reassuringly. "You nervous?"

Peter forced a small laugh, scratching his neck nervously. "A little."

Flash stared open-mouthed, clearly unable to process yet another Avenger casually acknowledging Peter's existence. "This is not happening."

MJ smirked faintly, casually flipping another page in her book. "Honestly, Flash, your denial at this point is almost impressive."

Bruce glanced curiously at Flash, tilting his head slightly. "Is everything alright?"

Ned eagerly jumped in before Flash could respond, grinning broadly. "Flash just can't handle the fact that Peter actually interns here. He's been convinced Peter's lying for two years."

Bruce raised his eyebrows, clearly amused as he glanced back at Peter. "Really? Two whole years, huh? That's dedication."

Peter smiled weakly, shrugging again. "Yeah, it's been… interesting."

Bruce chuckled again, patting Peter reassuringly on the shoulder. "Well, don't let them get to you. You're brilliant, Peter."

"Thanks, Dr. Banner," Peter murmured shyly, cheeks pink again.

Flash stood completely silent, glaring at the floor in embarrassed frustration. Ned and MJ exchanged amused looks, clearly enjoying the drama unfolding.

Bruce smiled warmly again before giving Happy a quick nod. "Alright, I'll let you guys get back to the tour. Enjoy yourselves."

As Bruce returned to his workstation, Mr. Harrington cleared his throat nervously, trying to regain control. "Thank you, Dr. Banner. Class, shall we keep moving?"

Flash walked ahead quietly, clearly still stewing in confusion and embarrassment. MJ smirked triumphantly, looking pointedly at Peter. "See, Parker? Told you today would be entertaining."

Peter chuckled softly, still anxious but slightly less tense now. "Yeah, you're definitely right about that."

---

Lunch finally rolled around as the group was led to the mess hall, which was filled with at least a dozen small restaurants and cafes. The students murmured excitedly, marveling at the sprawling array of choices.

"No way," Ned breathed in awe, looking around eagerly. "They literally have everything. Pizza, sushi, burgers… is that a taco stand?"

Peter chuckled softly, his nerves easing slightly as he watched his friend practically vibrate with excitement. "Yeah, Mr. Stark doesn't really do subtle."

MJ raised an amused eyebrow, smirking faintly. "Gee, I couldn't tell. It's not like we've spent all morning touring through his personal Disneyland."

Flash scowled slightly from across the table, clearly still irritated by the earlier embarrassment. He crossed his arms defensively. "Big deal. My dad's company cafeteria has pretty much all the same stuff."

MJ tilted her head calmly, unimpressed. "Yeah, but I'm guessing your dad's cafeteria isn't visited by literal superheroes."

Ned snorted quietly, quickly covering his mouth as Flash's face reddened again with annoyance.

Peter shifted anxiously in his seat, scanning the room carefully. He could feel the familiar flutter of nerves again, anticipation building in his chest. He knew you'd be coming by—he just wasn't sure when.

"Dude," Ned whispered, leaning toward Peter eagerly, eyes darting around the bustling space. "Where's Y/N? She said she was bringing you lunch, right?"

"Yeah," Peter admitted quietly, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "Maybe she's running late. Or forgot."

MJ rolled her eyes, clearly unbothered as she calmly continued sketching in her notebook. "Parker, you're literally dating the human equivalent of a supercomputer. She didn't forget."

Peter flushed faintly, smiling shyly. "Yeah, you're right."

From nearby, Flash turned sharply, overhearing the tail-end of the conversation. He leaned toward them, voice thick with disbelief and mockery. "Wait, hold up. Did you just imply Parker's dating Y/N Stark?"

Peter swallowed nervously, looking away quickly. "Uh—"

MJ calmly met Flash's skeptical glare. "Do you need a dictionary to understand basic English, Thompson? I thought it was clear."

Flash scoffed loudly, folding his arms with an arrogant smirk. "That's hilarious, even for Parker. There's no way Stark's daughter would look twice at him."

Peter clenched his fists tightly beneath the table, irritation flickering in his eyes. Before he could reply, a familiar voice rang out clearly across the crowded mess hall.

"Peter!" your voice called happily from near the doors. Peter's head snapped up quickly, and he felt his heart skip anxiously as you stepped through the busy cafeteria, smiling brightly and holding two bags in your hands. "Sorry I'm late! Dad wouldn't stop talking about something I was working on, and—"

Your voice trailed off when you noticed everyone staring at you, a hush of surprised whispers quickly spreading through the crowd. You hesitated slightly, your cheeks burning as you realized the entire Midtown High class was openly gaping at you—Flash included.

Peter swallowed nervously, heart hammering in his chest as he slowly stood up, forcing a shy, awkward smile as he walked toward you. "Hey, Y/N."

Your eyes softened immediately at the sight of him, relaxing visibly as your lips curved into a gentle smile. "Hey, Pete."

Flash stared open-mouthed, frozen in shock, his voice coming out as a stunned squeak. "No freaking way."

You glanced sideways at Flash, arching an unimpressed eyebrow at his disbelief before turning your attention fully back to Peter. You held out one of the lunch bags, offering a sheepish smile. "I brought your favorite sandwich from Deluca's. And some cookies Wanda and I made last night."

Peter relaxed slightly, unable to suppress his shy grin as he gently took the bag from you. "Thanks. You're the best."

You smiled warmly, reaching out to gently squeeze his hand. "Obviously."

Behind him, Ned coughed pointedly, grinning eagerly as he waved at you. "Hi, Y/N!"

You chuckled softly, stepping around Peter and walking over to greet Ned and MJ warmly. "Hey, Ned. MJ."

MJ nodded calmly, lips quirking faintly. "Nice entrance."

You laughed softly, glancing around the cafeteria again with mild embarrassment. "Yeah, that wasn't exactly intentional."

Flash finally found his voice again, sputtering incredulously. "Hold up. You're seriously dating Parker?"

You glanced over at Flash, raising your eyebrows calmly. "You say that like it's surprising. We've been dating for a year."

Flash gaped openly, completely baffled. "But—but he's Parker! How?"

MJ tilted her head casually, voice dry and deadpan. "Generally, Flash, people date because they like each other. I know, shocking concept."

Peter flushed faintly, gently nudging your side as he leaned in closer. "I'm so sorry."

You grinned mischievously, eyes sparkling playfully as you glanced back at Peter. "Why? This is kind of fun."

Ned chuckled softly, shaking his head fondly. "You're terrifying sometimes, Y/N."

MJ smirked knowingly, still sketching calmly in her notebook. "That's why I like her."

You laughed lightly again, quickly leaning in to press a gentle kiss against Peter's cheek, making his blush deepen even further. "Anyway, enjoy your lunch. I'll see you after the tour?"

Peter nodded shyly, smiling softly at you. "Yeah, definitely."

Flash opened his mouth again, clearly still confused, but Happy suddenly appeared near your shoulder, arms crossed impatiently. "Alright, kids. As amusing as this drama is, lunch break's almost over. Finish eating, and we'll continue the tour."

You smiled sheepishly, giving Peter one final, affectionate glance. "See you soon, Pete."

Peter smiled warmly, heart fluttering softly as he watched you walk away. "See you."

As you disappeared down the hallway, Flash shook his head, muttering softly, "This is literally the weirdest day of my entire life."

MJ didn't look up from her book, casually replying, "Glad I was here to see it."

Ned grinned broadly, happily returning to his sandwich. "Me too."

Peter sighed quietly, finally relaxing fully into his seat again. He carefully opened the lunch bag you'd brought, smiling fondly when he saw his favorite sandwich and cookies neatly packed inside.

"You good, Parker?" MJ asked calmly, glancing up from her book briefly.

Peter smiled softly, feeling warmth spread through his chest as he nodded gently. "Yeah, I'm great."

From across the table, Flash silently stared at Peter for several more moments, clearly processing everything he'd witnessed before finally clearing his throat awkwardly. "So, um—do you, like, know Tony Stark, then?"

MJ rolled her eyes slightly, shaking her head with a faint sigh. "Flash, seriously."

Peter chuckled softly, finally feeling a little more confident. He glanced calmly toward Flash, shrugging lightly. "Yeah, Flash. I work with him pretty regularly."

Flash sat back heavily in his chair, looking thoroughly humbled. "Wow. That's… that's really cool."

MJ smirked faintly, muttering quietly enough for only Peter and Ned to hear. "And it only took two years to get through to him."

Peter smiled shyly, shaking his head slightly. "Better late than never, right?"

Ned chuckled warmly, raising his sandwich slightly in a mock-toast. "To Peter Parker—Stark Industries intern, Spider-Man, and boyfriend of Y/N freaking Stark. Dude, your life is insane."

Peter laughed softly, feeling a content warmth spread through him as he took a bite of his sandwich. "Yeah. It definitely is."

---

The rest of lunch passed quickly, and soon Happy returned to gather the students again. He stood at the head of the table, hands on his hips, clearly eager to finish his unofficial tour guide duties.

"Alright," Happy announced gruffly, looking around impatiently at the group. "Lunch break's over. Everyone, up. We're heading up to the R&D floors next."

Ned quickly stuffed the last of his sandwich into his mouth, scrambling to his feet eagerly. "R&D floors? Oh, man, I can't wait to see that!"

MJ calmly put away her sketchbook, casting Peter an amused look. "Try not to pass out from excitement, Leeds."

Flash lingered quietly near the back of the group, clearly still subdued by the earlier revelations. He offered Peter a small, somewhat awkward nod of acknowledgement as he passed by, clearly at a loss for how to handle the newfound information.

Peter smiled faintly, feeling slightly bad for Flash despite everything. He offered a small, friendly nod back before following the group toward the elevators.

As they gathered around the elevator, Ned practically bounced in place. "Dude, the R&D floors must be where all the top-secret stuff happens, right? Like experimental suits and nanotech?"

Peter chuckled quietly, nodding slightly. "Yeah, Mr. Stark keeps most of his really cool inventions there."

Happy ushered them inside impatiently, quickly pressing the button for one of the upper floors. "Stay close, please. And for the love of everything, do not touch anything."

The elevator doors opened, and the class stepped out into a large, open area filled with workstations, holographic projections, and advanced machinery. Several engineers moved around busily, immersed in various tasks and experiments.

Ned stared wide-eyed, quickly glancing at Peter in excitement. "This is so freaking cool!"

MJ arched an eyebrow slightly, looking mildly impressed despite herself. "I'll admit, this actually is impressive."

Flash stayed quiet, eyes carefully scanning the room, clearly wary of embarrassing himself further.

Happy cleared his throat, motioning toward one of the larger workstations. "Here at Stark Industries, our engineers develop cutting-edge technology daily. Everything from advanced energy solutions to prototype armor upgrades are created in this very room."

From the far side of the room, Tony Stark himself suddenly appeared, clearly engrossed in conversation with a technician. The class collectively froze, whispering excitedly as they recognized him.

"Dude," Ned whispered loudly, grabbing Peter's arm excitedly. "That's literally Tony Stark. He's right there!"

Peter smiled slightly, feeling his face flush again. "Yeah, Ned. I've seen him before."

Flash watched nervously, clearly intimidated. "Wow, it's really him. Like, Iron Man himself."

MJ sighed softly, rolling her eyes. "Congratulations, Flash, you have functioning eyes."

Tony glanced up briefly, eyebrows raised slightly as he noticed the group of teenagers staring at him. His lips quirked faintly in amusement as he spotted Peter, stepping closer casually.

"Peter," Tony greeted calmly, eyes sparkling knowingly. "How's the tour going? Still alive?"

Peter smiled weakly, scratching his neck shyly. "Barely, Mr. Stark."

Flash stared wide-eyed, completely silent again, visibly stunned.

Tony turned slightly, addressing the group with an amused smirk. "Hello, Midtown students. Hope you’ve been treating Peter nicely. I’d hate to revoke your guest privileges."

Peter bit his lip nervously, quickly shaking his head. "They're fine, Mr. Stark. Really."

Tony nodded casually, glancing back at Flash knowingly. "Good. Because someone around here owes my daughter an apology."

Flash flushed brightly, quickly looking away in embarrassment.

MJ smirked faintly, clearly entertained. "Nice going, Thompson."

Tony chuckled lightly, patting Peter gently on the shoulder. "Anyway, I’ll leave you all to it. Try not to break anything expensive."

"Yes, sir," Peter murmured quietly, cheeks flushed but unable to hide a small smile.

Tony gave a casual wave, already moving back toward his workstation. "Enjoy the rest of the tour."

As Tony walked away, Flash looked toward Peter sheepishly, clearing his throat awkwardly. "Hey, um—sorry for… you know, everything."

Peter smiled faintly, shrugging lightly. "It's fine, Flash."

MJ arched a calm eyebrow, offering Peter an amused glance. "You're too nice, Parker."

Peter chuckled softly, shaking his head slightly. "Yeah, probably."

Happy cleared his throat impatiently, motioning toward another workstation. "Alright, moving along. Lots to see, people."

They soon made their way to the Avengers gym. Through the soundproof glass they could see Natasha practicing her shooting, Bucky cleaning his metal arm, Steve hitting a boxing bag, and Sam and Clint preparing their own weapons.

“—well, Tony supposedly improved my exploding arrows.”

“Yeah, well he also upgraded Redwing.” Sam countered.

Clint narrowed his eyes at the mention of Redwing. "Look, Wilson, we all know Tony loves his robots, but arrows take precision and skill."

Sam scoffed, checking over his wrist controls with a confident smirk. "Oh, please. You can’t even hit a target without your fancy exploding arrows."

Clint frowned, quickly grabbing an arrow and notching it firmly. "I bet I hit my mark faster than you can get that toy of yours airborne."

Sam grinned sharply, raising his wrist confidently. "Deal, Barton. Count of three?"

"You're on," Clint shot back, aiming carefully at the target. "One... two... three!"

He fired the arrow, watching proudly as it sailed perfectly into the bullseye. But nothing happened. The arrow simply embedded itself, utterly anticlimactic.

Sam laughed loudly, shaking his head. "Well done, Barton. That’s impressive."

Clint stared incredulously at his arrow. "What the—these were fine yesterday! Stark must’ve given me defective ones."

Bucky snorted softly from nearby, polishing his metal arm casually. "Pretty sure Tony doesn't make anything defective."

Clint shot him an annoyed glare. "Yeah, well, I guess today’s his first."

"Watch and learn," Sam said confidently, activating Redwing from his wrist pad. The drone immediately sprang to life, hovering briefly in the air—before suddenly sputtering out with a pitiful beep and dropping uselessly to the ground.

Bucky raised an amused eyebrow, smirking faintly. "Problem, Sam?"

Sam stared open-mouthed at Redwing, quickly fiddling with the controls in frustration. "Aw, come on, not you too! Redwing was perfectly fine this morning!"

Clint rolled his eyes, quickly grabbing another arrow from his quiver, carefully examining it with suspicion. "Maybe the lab just had a glitch or something."

Steve paused his boxing practice, turning to watch them curiously. "You sure you two aren’t doing something wrong?"

Clint scoffed, rolling his shoulders irritably. "I've literally been doing this for decades, Steve. I think I know how to shoot an arrow."

"Alright," Sam announced, tapping at his controls again with determination. "Let's try this again."

"Second time’s the charm," Clint agreed dryly, pulling back his bowstring confidently. "Ready, Wilson?"

"Do it," Sam replied sharply, flicking his wrist pad once more.

Clint released his arrow just as Sam activated Redwing again—and chaos immediately erupted.

The arrow exploded dramatically with a loud pop, showering Clint in a thick cloud of bright, glittery red powder. At precisely the same moment, Sam’s wrist pad burst open, coating him in an identical sparkling mess.

Clint yelped loudly, stumbling backward as glitter settled over his hair, clothes, and face. "What the—oh, no, no, no! What is this stuff?"

Sam sputtered furiously, shaking his wrist uselessly and only spreading glitter further across his shirt. "Oh, you gotta be kidding me—Stark!"

Bucky started laughing immediately, clutching his sides as he watched Clint frantically try to wipe the glitter off, only succeeding in smearing it deeper into his clothes. "I stand corrected. Maybe Tony does make defective gear—on purpose."

Steve chuckled softly, shaking his head in disbelief. "You two might wanna clean that up before—"

"Too late," Natasha chimed in smoothly from across the room, carefully reloading her weapon with an amused smirk. "I warned you both about letting Thor and Loki visit Y/N."

Clint stopped his frantic glitter-rubbing, eyes narrowing suspiciously at Natasha. "Wait. You knew about this?"

She shrugged innocently, lips twitching upward. "Maybe."

Sam groaned dramatically, dropping his head back in annoyance. "Great. Loki glitter."

Natasha nodded knowingly, offering a small, sympathetic smile. "Sorry, boys. But I did warn you—multiple times."

Clint threw his hands up in exasperation, sending a fresh cloud of glitter into the air. "Why do we keep trusting Y/N when Thor and Loki are involved? Have we learned nothing?"

Bucky smirked faintly, leaning back comfortably in his seat. "Apparently not."

---

Outside the soundproof glass of the gym, Peter’s entire class stared in wide-eyed disbelief, clearly stunned by the spectacle they'd just witnessed.

Ned turned slowly toward Peter, whispering in awe. "Dude, that was the single greatest thing I've ever seen."

Peter shook his head slightly, trying not to smile as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Yeah. Definitely a Y/N special."

Flash blinked rapidly, clearly still processing everything. "Wait, hold on. Y/N did that?"

MJ raised an eyebrow calmly, clearly entertained. "If you'd ever actually met her, you'd know that's practically her signature."

Peter chuckled softly, finally relaxing slightly as he nodded. "Yeah, she’s, uh... really into glitter-based revenge."

Flash let out a small, disbelieving laugh, shaking his head again. "This day just keeps getting weirder."

MJ smirked slightly, lips quirking upward in amusement. "Best day ever."

---

Inside the gym, Clint desperately tried wiping glitter from his face again, glaring toward the window suspiciously. "I swear, if Y/N is out there filming this—"

Bucky laughed again, shaking his head fondly. "Oh, I'm sure she’s got at least three different angles recorded by now."

Sam groaned loudly again, slumping down in defeat. "This glitter’s never coming off, is it?"

Natasha shrugged lightly, clearly unbothered. "Loki’s magic glitter? Probably not for days."

Steve smiled faintly, turning back to his boxing bag with an amused shake of his head. "Maybe next time, you'll both think twice before messing with Y/N."

Clint sighed dramatically, glaring down at his glitter-coated clothes. "Lesson officially learned. Never again."

Bucky chuckled knowingly, leaning back comfortably. "We both know that's a lie, Barton."

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Happy turned from the gym window with an exhausted sigh, rubbing his temples tiredly. "Alright, kids, show's over. Let's move along before they decide to drag us into this glitter war."

Peter smiled faintly, glancing back once more at the glitter-covered scene inside the gym before following Ned and MJ down the hallway.

Flash walked quietly beside him, clearly still processing everything he'd witnessed. After a long moment, he finally spoke, voice hesitant. "Hey, Parker? Uh, your life is really weird."

Peter laughed softly, nodding gently. "Yeah. You have no idea."

Ned grinned broadly, nudging Peter playfully. "Best day ever, man. Best. Day. Ever."

MJ sighed dramatically, casually flipping open her sketchbook again. "Let's hope glitter removal isn't contagious."

Peter smiled warmly, finally feeling fully relaxed for the first time all day. Despite the chaos and embarrassment, he had to admit—today was definitely turning out better than he'd expected.

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Back in your lab, you sat back happily, giggling softly as you watched the live footage on your tablet—Sam and Clint still frantically rubbing at the endless glitter.

Tony walked casually into the room, raising an eyebrow knowingly when he noticed your mischievous expression. "Let me guess—glitter?"

You grinned innocently, turning your tablet around to show him proudly. "Magic glitter. Loki’s specialty."

Tony laughed warmly, shaking his head fondly. "Nice touch, kid."

You beamed proudly, giggling again as you glanced back at the glitter-filled chaos. "Best prank yet."

Tony chuckled softly, squeezing your shoulder gently. "Just promise you'll give them a break tomorrow?"

You tilted your head thoughtfully, smirking slightly. "We'll see."

Tony smiled fondly, rolling his eyes warmly. "Alright, evil genius. I’ll leave you to it."

You grinned mischievously again, settling back comfortably in your chair. "Thanks, Dad."

As Tony walked away, you returned your attention happily to the glittery chaos on your tablet, already mentally planning your next prank. Life in Stark Tower was certainly never boring—and you wouldn't have it any other way.