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And if you do too much at 1 time without proper safety measures you risk injury or death
theres no difference between exercise and black magic both of them hurt your body at first and drain you of energy but the more you dabble in it the more powerful you become
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Opportunity
Summary: Your first mission as an Avenger was just around the corner with Fury eager to have you on the team. As glad as your girlfriend was to have you around at work, she had her own opinion about you avenging. Would her conflicting hopes get in the way of the biggest opportunity you’d ever had?
Natasha Romanoff x Reader
WC: 1,509
Warnings/Themes: slight angst, fluff, protective Nat
“Alright, let’s give out mission assignments before we adjourn,” Fury lead the bi-weekly meeting at SHIELD, now moving on to the part everyone cared about. You leaned back in your chair, trying to look inconspicuous. But what everyone else couldn’t see was just how excited you were on the inside.
For the past few months, you’d been training non-stop to prepare for being put out onto the field as an agent. Days full of combat training, mental preparation, lessons on weapons, you felt more than ready. If anything, you felt over prepared.
This week, Fury had told you about a mission he marked you down for—your first mission since becoming an Avenger. Still, he didn’t disclose on any details as all missions were fully assigned in these weekly meetings. Now, you could hardly contain the eagerness that filled your entire body with anticipation. Not even Natasha, the person you were closest with could even begin to describe how you were feeling.
She was originally reluctant to have a new trainee on the team, but eventually you both grew inseparable. Nat admired how outgoing you were, and you admired her sense of humor. The two of you soon realized just how much you balanced each other out, it was a perfect match. Over time, your relationship as agents stemmed into something more.
“The first mission is next Wednesday, we’ve got a base out east to infiltrate. Right on enemy lines, I’ve put together a strong team for this specifically,” Fury began, your heart attempting to leap out of your chest in the suspense. “Agent Gale, Agent Earl, Agent Y/L/N, Agent Romanoff-“ He started to list, but not before getting cut off.
“Wait,” Natasha’s arms were crossed, a quizzical expression painted on her face. “Y/N? No, she’s not going.” Your heart dropped, all that excitement built up now plummeting. You shot her a hurt expression, trying to convey your confusion and your let-down. Just like that, Natasha ruined what was supposed to be your debut mission. It felt unfair that she tried to make a decision like this on your behalf. You both made eye contact for a moment before shifting to look at Fury’s frustrated expression.
“She’s ready, Natasha. I asked her specifically to join this mission, you two can resolve your personal affairs elsewhere.” He brushed her off, continuing to explain the mission. Natasha sat back in her chair, her eyes suddenly avoiding yours as she locked in on Fury’s presentation. You did the same, but instead of focusing on every detail, you couldn’t help but overthink Natasha’s actions. Why would she jump in like that and try to ruin an opportunity you’d waited so long for?
After a moment, you realized Nat was glancing up at you. Your gaze briefly met hers again; but there was something different behind her green eyes. Her arms crossed, expression stern—not necessarily unusual for Natasha, but you could tell something was up after that display. Even as stone-faced as she could be, Natasha wouldn’t hurt you on purpose.
Eventually, Fury wrapped up and everyone began to shuffle out; but you and Natasha both naturally lagged behind. The deep breath suddenly became stuck in your chest as Fury shot you one last nod, complete with a sympathetic smile. Finally, you were alone in the conference room that now seemed to be full of unspoken words. You and Natasha both stood uncomfortably, feeling the distance created between yourselves.
Something was on her mind, and you knew she wouldn’t speak first. “What was that about?” You asked her softly. It was easy to tell she was still processing, so you were careful to approach the situation cautiously.
“I don’t want you going on that mission.” Natasha stated like she was in charge, refusing to meet your gaze. You shot her another quizzical look, but this time out of concern more than anything. You both were passionate about freedom and agency, so this behavior was unlike her. She valued the right to choose, but it seemed like she wasn’t giving you any choice at all.
“That’s not for you to decide,” You tried to see through whatever wall the Widow was putting up, but she wasn’t making it easy. You knew her well, or you thought you did. The unlikeliness of her doing this was making you suspicious of what was really going on, and maybe that in itself was enough to give you a clue. “Look, I’m glad you care about me—assuming that’s what’s happening here. But I get to choose if I go or not. And I didn’t like that you did that in front of everyone.”
Natasha’s eyes rose like she suddenly realized something, and you could finally make contact with the familiar green gaze. It was missing that usual shimmer, though. She must’ve really cared, yet you were unsure why she was suddenly so protective.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that,” She finally spoke. “I just… I heard the premise of the mission and I couldn’t help but feel worried.”
You tilted your head. “You’ve done millions of these missions, you know them like the back of your hand.” There was a pause.
“But you don’t. That’s what scares me.” Now your gaze had found the floor. She was scared you weren’t ready. “What if you get separated and I can’t drop everything to find you? What if you get hurt and I can’t-“
“Nat!” You interrupted, stepping forward as she started to spiral down the path of ‘what if’s’. “That’s not going to happen, I’ve been training for months—I feel ready. And if it does happen, we have a team for a reason. You’re not the only one who has my back.” The person in front of you suddenly felt like a stranger. Natasha was never a huge worrier—if anything, that was you. To see her terrified over what could come of a run-of-the-mill mission made your heart sink. She was only trying to protect you.
But you didn’t need protection. You were an agent now, and maybe Natasha didn’t realize that yet. She sighed, her hand cupping your cheek as she took another step closer. She was holding something back, you could tell as her warm gaze fled your own with affection. Her expression turned soft yet saddened, like a proud parent watching their child graduate.
“What aren’t you telling me?” You questioned, leaning into her touch. The feeling of her hand on your cheek reminded you of the person she was; the cunning, smart, loving person who had your back no matter what. And she was about to prove that to you.
She took a deep breath, refusing to remove her eyes from yours. “I think I’m in love with you, and I’m terrified something will take that away from me… take you away from me.” Your heart nearly spilled out onto the floor, unexpected tears welling in your eyes. There was a silence, a few seconds of emptiness that covered the feeling filling you both. You suddenly felt a need to close the space between you and Nat, so that’s exactly what you did.
Leaning forward, she accepted your kiss gratefully. You had kissed her numerous times, but there was something different about this one. The two of you were both in love, and it was finally spoken aloud. Staying present in the moment, you eventually pulled away to look her in the eyes once more. Natasha also had tears welling in her eyes; maybe out of admiration, maybe out of love, you weren’t sure. But you wanted to stick around long enough to find out. You weren’t going to let this fight get in the way of the future you could have with her.
“I promise I’ll be safe on the mission. I love you too, and I don’t want our love for work to get in the way of our love for each other.” You voiced, watching her nod slightly. Your words made her understand a little more, you loved your work just as much as she did; if you tried to stop Nat from going out on the field, she’d be furious, so how could she do that to you?
That word, love, followed you around longer than you realized. Not just with work, but with Natasha as well. You didn’t think it was possible that two things in your life could lead to love. A love for avenging, and a love for a person. You wouldn’t trade it for the world, and neither would Natasha.
“You’re right,” She sighed, her hands falling to sit on your hips, keeping you pulled close. “I can’t stop you from going, I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m sorry.”
Your breathing synched with hers, your arms lacing around her shoulders. “I’m glad to know someone has my back, but I’m not a trainee anymore. I’m an agent.” You stated. Natasha smiled softly, the person you know and love returning once and for all.
“And I couldn’t be prouder.”
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Breeding kink with Logan and Wade
Guysguysguys HEAR ME OUT🗣🗣‼
How about a Wolverine x Reader x Deadpool smut where they start a competition with each other -who can knock you up first? I've seen so many threesome fics with them but not one where they have a breeding kink and literally fill you up so much to the point you can’t possibly hold any more because they need to make sure it sticks😔
Plsplspls what are your thoughts and opinions on this I really REALLY want to write it but idk if I should🙏🏻🙏🏻 pls let me know
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Hello! I hope your requests are open!
Can I request Tony stark x reader where the reader is kind of quiet, and nerdy. She works as research assistant or smth. She's the only one who's not smitten by Tony the moment she saw him (like everybody else), she's kind of given up on love after several failed attempts and just wants to focus on her job but Tony being Tony, takes it as a challenge to make her fall for him.It turns into a bet with the team, but over the course of his plans, it's HIM who falls for her and not the other way around. I'll leave the ending to you.
Thank you so much for sharing your gift of writing with us, I'm literally devouring your fics.🩷🩷🩷
FALLING MR. STARK
⤷ ANTHONY “TONY” E. STARK
ᯓ★ Pairing: Anthony “Tony” E. Stark x fem!reader
ᯓ★ Genre: romance fluff, tiny bit of angst ?
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ᯓ★ Story type: one shot
ᯓ★ Word count: 6.7k
ᯓ★ Summary: You're the new research assistant at the Stark Tower's lab and Tony is shocked when you're not immediately at his feet, how is it possible? He decides to take matter into his own hands and try to make her fall in love with him, but what if he drags himself down too?
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You step into the sleek, polished Stark Tower lobby with a small knot of anxiety in your stomach. Just keep it professional, you remind yourself. This is Tony Stark. THE Tony Stark. But you’re here for the job, not to become his latest fangirl.
Clutching your tablet a little tighter, you remind yourself of the opportunities this role as Tony Stark's research assistant brings. You're here because you’re good at your work, not because you're starstruck like everyone else in the building seems to be. You've caught a few glances already—other interns looking at you as if to say, Good luck.
One last deep breath and you’re on the elevator, speeding up to the penthouse lab. Focus on the job, you chant mentally. Forget about Tony Stark.
The doors open with a soft chime, and you step into the world that is Stark's lab. All sleek metal, futuristic screens, holographic projections hanging in mid-air. But it’s messy, too; tools and wires strewn across tables, half-finished projects everywhere. You blink, a little in awe despite yourself.
“New kid!”
The voice is unmistakably Tony Stark. He’s across the room, tinkering with something metallic on one of the tables. You watch as he pops his head up, gives you a quick once-over, and then raises his eyebrows.
“You must be the research assistant. Well, welcome to the circus,” he says, gesturing to the lab around him. He doesn’t smile, but there's something mischievous in his eyes, a spark that tells you he’s about to say something clever.
“You’re… taller than I thought you’d be,” you manage, immediately regretting how awkward you sound.
He chuckles, not missing a beat. “Oh, I get that all the time. People expect me to be a mythical 6’7”—sorry to disappoint.” He doesn’t look sorry, not at all. “And you must be…?” He gives you a look that’s half curiosity, half challenge.
You introduce yourself, keeping it simple. “I’m here for the research position. Dr. Wu recommended me.”
“Oh, Dr. Wu?” His eyebrows arch slightly, and he looks vaguely impressed. “The hypercritical nanotech expert?”
You nod. “I worked with him on a few projects at MIT.”
Tony whistles, long and low, then gives you an approving nod. “MIT, huh? Impressive. Alright, this might work. Welcome aboard, MIT.” He glances around, clearly expecting something. “Uh, welcome package?” he says to the room in general.
That’s when you notice him. Bruce Banner is sitting at a desk to the side, looking up from a tablet, amused. “I don’t think we have a welcome package for the lab, Tony.”
Tony shrugs. “Then make one,” he says, completely serious. Bruce rolls his eyes but gives you a small wave.
You give a hesitant smile and wave back, feeling a little out of place. The two of them clearly have an easy camaraderie that makes you a bit envious. You’re used to lab partners who barely make eye contact.
“Alright, let’s get you started.” Tony’s voice snaps you back. He tosses you a tablet loaded with files, and you almost fumble it but manage to catch it. “Your job, MIT, is to make me look good. Which, I know, sounds impossible given my natural state of perfection, but I believe in you.” He winks, that infamous Stark smirk firmly in place.
You resist the urge to roll your eyes. Charm alert, your brain warns you. But you’ve met enough self-absorbed professors and cocky lab partners to know not to take it seriously. You focus on the files instead, scanning the data.
“What exactly is the project?”
Tony grins. “Top secret nanotech project. I’d tell you more, but then I’d have to kill you. Or, more likely, have Banner kill you, because I don’t like blood.” He shrugs. “Messy.”
Bruce sighs. “Ignore him. It’s nothing that dramatic. We’re working on a nanotechnology enhancement for military armor—something that can respond to injuries in real-time.” He gives Tony a pointed look. “For field emergencies. It’s supposed to save lives.”
“That, and it’ll make me look really cool,” Tony adds, completely straight-faced.
You nod thoughtfully, focusing on the project details. Field-responsive nanotech… That’s not only cutting-edge; it’s insanely hard to develop. If you’re successful, this would be revolutionary.
You’re so absorbed in the file that you don’t notice Tony watching you until he whistles. “Wow. You didn’t faint, you didn’t swoon. Usually, I get at least a little swooning.”
You glance up, startled. “Why would I swoon? We’re talking about a project, not—”
“Not me?” He’s grinning, clearly enjoying your lack of reaction. “Exactly. I like you already, MIT.”
Bruce rolls his eyes. “Leave her alone, Tony.”
Tony raises his hands in a mock-surrender. “What? I’m just making conversation. Besides,” he leans a little closer, his gaze intent, “It’s been a while since I’ve had someone around here who isn’t immediately dazzled by… well, all of this.” He gestures at himself, a theatrical flair in his movements.
You just blink, unimpressed. “I’m not here to be dazzled,” you say, perhaps a bit too bluntly. “I’m here to do the job. Dr. Wu said it’d be a challenge.”
Tony’s grin widens, looking genuinely delighted. “Alright, then. A challenge it is.” There’s a glint in his eye, a challenge of his own. But you turn back to your tablet, refusing to play into it.
In the corner, Bruce hides a smirk.
The morning passes surprisingly smoothly. Once you get over the initial wave of nerves, you’re focused and methodical, poring over the schematics, asking the right questions, noting potential improvements. Bruce is kind, offering pointers, while Tony hovers nearby, occasionally making cheeky comments or interrupting with “helpful” insights.
When lunch rolls around, Tony turns to you, smirking. “We do have this tradition in the lab, you know. Lunchtime is brainstorming time. Or, as I like to call it, Stark’s Think Tank.”
Bruce groans. “No one calls it that, Tony.”
Tony ignores him, fixing his gaze on you. “So. MIT. Want to join us for lunch?”
You shake your head, already reaching for your bag. “I’ll grab something downstairs. Thank you, though.”
Bruce raises an eyebrow. Tony, on the other hand, looks genuinely shocked.
“You don’t want to… eat with us?”
You smile politely, keeping your tone casual. “I have some notes to review, and, um… I’m sure you’ll be fine without me.”
Tony looks at Bruce, then back at you, his expression one of mock hurt. “Unbelievable. Rejected on day one.”
Bruce chuckles. “You’re losing your touch, Tony.”
But you just smile, barely managing to suppress a laugh as you step toward the elevator. Once inside, you release a breath. Tony Stark is… something. But if he thinks you’re just another smitten intern, he’s got another thing coming.
When you return after lunch, there’s a distinct change in the atmosphere. Tony’s throwing you sidelong glances as you work, and Bruce keeps snickering every time he catches him doing it. You keep your head down, ignoring them, determined to keep it professional.
Finally, Tony breaks the silence. “Okay, MIT, since you’re apparently immune to my charms, I have a proposal.”
You look up, wary. “What kind of proposal?”
Tony grins. “A bet.” He leans on the desk, folding his arms. “Let’s say I can get you to fall for me. All it’ll take is… one month.”
You blink, taken aback. “Excuse me?”
Bruce snorts. “You’re delusional, Tony.”
But Tony’s smirk doesn’t falter. “Hear me out. You’re all about the job, which, fine, admirable. But what if I made you a different kind of job offer? An experiment, if you will. One month. You let me charm you, show you my best side. And if I don’t succeed…” He pauses, thinking. “I’ll donate a million dollars to your research fund. No strings attached.”
Your mouth drops open. A million dollars? You know the fund he’s talking about; Dr. Wu had mentioned it. It’s a cutting-edge grant, but it’s constantly underfunded. A million dollars would make an enormous difference.
“And if you do succeed?” you ask skeptically, crossing your arms.
Tony shrugs, smiling. “Then you admit you were wrong about me.” His eyes are dancing, challenging. “No harm, no foul.”
You can’t help but laugh, amused at the absurdity of it all. “Fine,” you say, still laughing. “One month, and you donate either way.”
Tony’s grin is dazzling, triumphant. “I knew you’d come around, MIT.”
You shake your head, a reluctant smile creeping onto your face. “I’m not promising anything beyond one month. This is purely professional curiosity. No…dazzling involved.”
Tony places a hand over his heart, feigning a wound. “Ouch. You know how to hit a guy where it hurts. But sure, let’s call it…research.”
Bruce mutters under his breath, “Yeah, scientific research on Tony Stark’s bruised ego.”
Tony shoots him a playful glare. “Not a bruise, Banner. Just…a challenge accepted.”
With that, Tony goes back to tinkering, but you catch him sneaking glances at you every now and then, clearly strategizing his approach like you’re the world’s most intricate problem. And as you return to reviewing data, a strange feeling bubbles up in your chest—a mix of thrill and disbelief. You’re still shaking your head at the whole bizarre setup, yet there’s an undeniable excitement sparking under the surface.
By the time the day wraps up, you’ve combed through a good chunk of the project files, lost in thoughts about nanotechnology application improvements, but that undercurrent of Tony’s strange “challenge” lingers. It’s the last thing you expect to happen on day one of a serious research assistant role, but if you’ve learned one thing today, it’s that Tony Stark doesn’t exactly follow convention.
As you head back to the elevator, you hear Tony call out, “Same time tomorrow, MIT?”
You pause, glancing back. “Only if I don’t find a better offer between now and then.”
Tony grins, undeterred. “Good luck finding someone who offers a better lab setup or a more brilliant boss. But hey, feel free to try.”
The doors slide shut on his mischievous expression, and you exhale, trying to process the day. You’re not sure what you expected working for Tony Stark, but whatever it was, it definitely didn’t involve million-dollar bets or being challenged to resist his charms.
The real question is: can you make it through a month of this without getting pulled into Tony’s world more than you already have?
Only time—and maybe a little bit of your own curiosity—will tell.
The next morning, you step into Stark Tower with a resolution: you’re not going to let Tony Stark’s ridiculous wager get in the way of your job. He may be on a mission to sweep you off your feet, but you’re just as determined to keep both feet firmly planted on the ground. You’re here for your career, not for some rom-com subplot orchestrated by an overly confident billionaire.
When you reach the lab, Tony is already there, leaning against a worktable, his expression lit up with anticipation. He’s wearing a dark suit jacket over a T-shirt and jeans, casual but effortlessly put-together. He glances up as you walk in, a spark of mischief in his eyes.
“Morning, MIT,” he calls, flashing you a grin. “Sleep well?”
You ignore the warmth creeping up your neck. “Well enough, thanks. Ready to work?”
“Work?” Tony pretends to look horrified. “You come to Stark Tower, a mecca of science and wonder, and you want to work?” He winks, moving closer as he talks. “How about I give you a tour of the best hidden spots in the tower instead?”
You glance at him suspiciously. “A tour? You mean something not essential to the project?”
“Oh, but it’s essential,” he insists, tapping a finger against his temple. “Every new hire needs to understand the layout to feel comfortable here. And anyway, it’s good for morale.”
You raise an eyebrow. “And this is part of your…bet?”
Tony grins. “Absolutely. How else am I supposed to ‘dazzle’ you if we’re just here knee-deep in nanotech all day?”
You fight a smile. As much as you’d like to pretend you’re unmoved, there’s something undeniably charming about how unabashedly Tony is throwing himself into this ridiculous game. “Alright, fine. But only because I want to make sure you’re not actually wasting time when there’s research to do.”
Tony leads the way, hands in his pockets, throwing you little side glances like he’s testing the waters. The elevator whisks you up to the higher floors, and you find yourself standing in front of a floor-to-ceiling window that offers a breathtaking view of New York City. It’s a rare moment of calm amid the bustling high-tech environment of Stark Tower.
Tony watches you with a faint smile as you take it in, but you refuse to give him the satisfaction of a “wow.” You settle for a nonchalant, “Nice view.”
He chuckles, clearly entertained. “You really don’t play along, do you?”
“I don’t see the point,” you say with a shrug, crossing your arms. “I’m here to work on nanotech, not to become part of Tony Stark’s latest challenge.”
“Ouch.” He places a hand over his heart in mock-pain. “Alright, alright. You want to get straight to work? We’ll work. But just so you know,” he leans closer, eyes glinting, “this isn’t over.”
The elevator dings, and you’re whisked back down to the lab before you can respond.
As the day unfolds, you’re focused and precise, working your way through JARVIS’s energy reports and identifying areas where efficiency could improve. Tony is more hands-on than you expected, frequently hovering over your shoulder, making suggestions, throwing in the occasional joke. It’s distracting, but you’re determined to ignore it. You’re making great progress—until he insists on breaking for lunch.
“Okay, lab rules say we take lunch together,” Tony announces, dramatically sweeping a hand towards the door. “Team-building exercise.”
Bruce, who’s quietly sipping his coffee in the corner, raises an eyebrow. “We don’t have a rule about that, Tony.”
“Well, now we do.” Tony looks at you expectantly, hands on his hips. “Come on, MIT. We’re doing this.”
Reluctantly, you follow him, reminding yourself that it’s just one lunch. It’s not like this is some kind of romantic date—it’s Tony Stark. Yet, as he leads you to a surprisingly cozy dining area tucked in a quiet corner of the tower, you can’t shake the feeling that he’s crafted this specifically to impress.
He orders for both of you, launching into a vivid, absurd tale about his first attempt at nanotech back in his younger, even more reckless days. As he talks, you can’t help but laugh at his dramatic descriptions of failures and mishaps.
“You really made an entire suit that could only walk backward?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.
“It was brilliant,” Tony insists, unbothered. “Who else would think to make reverse-only armor?”
You’re about to reply when the waiter brings your meals. It’s an elegant setup, far nicer than you’d expect in a corporate cafeteria. Tony has somehow managed to get actual silverware, real napkins, and a plate that wouldn’t look out of place in a Michelin-star restaurant. You blink in surprise, trying not to laugh.
“This is…a little extra,” you say, picking up your fork.
“Only the best for MIT,” he says, pretending to look humble, but the twinkle in his eyes betrays him.
As you eat, you can feel yourself letting your guard down a little, despite all your best intentions. There’s something genuine about the way he interacts with you—like he’s actually interested in your opinions and ideas. It’s confusing, unexpected, and oddly flattering.
After lunch, Tony walks you back to the lab, his usual smirk softer than before. “So, how am I doing so far?”
You glance at him, not sure if he’s serious. “Doing?”
“Making an impression. You know, that whole bet thing.” He shrugs like it’s no big deal, but you can see the curiosity in his eyes.
You can’t help but laugh. “Is that what this was about? Lunch? A fancy plate and a reverse-walking suit story?”
He tilts his head, amused. “Well, it’s a start.”
You pause, meeting his gaze head-on. “Honestly? You’ll need to try a little harder.”
His eyes flash with challenge, and he leans in, crossing his arms. “Game on.”
The next day, Tony is waiting in the lab when you arrive, wearing a grin that looks suspiciously proud of itself. “Morning, MIT.”
You give him a skeptical look. “What’s that smile for?”
“Oh, nothing,” he says casually, gesturing to a table nearby. “Except for the fact that today, you’re going to help me test the latest upgrade on the Iron Man suit.”
You stare at him, not sure you heard correctly. “I…am going to what?”
Tony’s grin widens. “You’re going to help test the suit. I figured if you’re going to work with me, you might as well get a hands-on experience. Consider it…research.” He gives a little shrug, as if this is the most natural thing in the world.
The logical part of you wants to say no, but there’s another part—a braver, more curious part—that’s intrigued. Maybe even excited.
“Alright,” you say cautiously. “But if something goes wrong, I’m blaming you.”
“Deal.” He’s already on the move, striding toward the table and gesturing for you to follow.
The suit is impressive up close—sleek, powerful, with that trademark gleaming red and gold. Tony walks you through the basics, showing you how the HUD works, explaining the safety features, and letting you get a feel for the controls.
“Ready?” he asks, looking as excited as a kid with a new toy.
You take a deep breath, nodding. “Let’s do it.”
As you move through the test, you feel the thrill of operating something so powerful, so cutting-edge. Tony’s coaching you the whole time, patient and encouraging. He watches every movement you make, eyes sharp and attentive. He doesn’t just want to see how you perform; he’s genuinely invested in showing you the best of his creation.
When the test ends, you pull off the helmet, grinning despite yourself. “That was…incredible.”
Tony chuckles. “Told you it’d be worth it.”
“Okay, maybe I underestimated the suit.” You glance down at it, still in awe. “But I’m still not swooning over the man who made it.”
He laughs, holding up his hands. “Fair enough. But don’t worry—I’ve got plenty more tricks up my sleeve.”
Over the next few days, Tony’s attempts to charm you become more creative—and increasingly ridiculous.
One afternoon, he brings a coffee machine into the lab and insists on making you a cup himself. You watch, unimpressed, as he fiddles with the settings, claiming he’s a “certified barista.” The resulting cup is…interesting, but his look of hopeful expectation makes you take a sip anyway. It’s terrible, but you suppress a grimace and give him a thumbs-up.
Another day, he brings in an old vinyl player and insists on playing “background music for geniuses” as you work. He puts on a jazz album and leans back, smugly watching you react to every unexpected piano chord. He looks at you for approval, and you can’t help but roll your eyes at the dramatics. But deep down, you find yourself laughing, wondering what he’ll come up with next.
Each day, he throws himself into the bet with new enthusiasm, his charm bordering on absurd. He leaves little notes on your workstation, each one signed with his signature “TS.” He insists on accompanying you to lunch, despite your protests. He even brings Bruce into the antics, convincing him to try (and fail) to talk you into a “team outing” one Friday night.
And, despite your best efforts, you start to look forward to it. There’s something exciting, almost comforting, about the way he’s trying so hard to make you laugh, to make you see him differently. And little by little, you find yourself warming up to him, against all logic.
One evening, after everyone else has left the lab, Tony finds you still at your desk, poring over schematics. He leans against the door, watching you for a moment before clearing his throat.
“Burning the midnight oil?” he asks.
You look up, startled, and smile a little, trying to hide how flustered you feel under his gaze. “Just finishing up. I’ll be out of your hair soon.”
He doesn’t leave, though. Instead, he walks over and sits across from you, looking more serious than usual. “You know, I thought this bet was just going to be a fun game. But now I find myself actually…wanting to know you better.”
You feel your heart skip, and suddenly you’re not sure if this is just a game anymore, either.
“Tony…”
He leans forward, holding your gaze. “Give me a chance, MIT. Outside of the bet, outside of the lab. Just…let’s see where it goes.”
And for once, you’re not sure how to say no.
It all starts with a simple suggestion from Tony: “Let’s grab dinner.” He says it casually, like it’s no big deal, like he doesn’t have his heart hammering in his chest, waiting for your reaction. He suggests a little place he “happens” to know, one that he swears has the best food in New York. And somehow, you agree. Maybe because he calls it a “work dinner.” Maybe because you tell yourself it’s not a date.
When you meet him in the lobby, you’re wrapped up in a scarf and peacoat, your hair loose, casual. You don’t look nervous, but Tony notices the way you glance around, adjusting the strap of your bag, as if double-checking that this really is work-related. He plays it off, putting his hands in his pockets, trying to appear as calm as you do, even though he’s never cared so much about a single dinner before.
The place he picked is upscale but cozy, full of candlelight and quiet jazz that hums in the background. He watches as you scan the menu, oblivious to his attention on you, fully absorbed. It’s refreshing; you’re genuinely curious about what’s on the menu, unbothered by the scene he knows he can make in places like this. Normally, dinner with Tony Stark comes with a string of expectations and eyes on him—but tonight, he’s glad it’s just the two of you, tucked in a corner booth, your focus solely on him.
“So,” he starts, leaning back in his seat, “tell me: where did Dr. Wu find you? I don’t meet many people who can keep me on my toes the way you do.”
You shrug, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. “Dr. Wu and I met at MIT. He’s probably the only person who could make me feel like I didn’t know enough in a single afternoon.”
Tony laughs. He knows exactly what you mean. “Sounds like Wu, alright. So, what did he think when you said you were coming to work for me?”
Your smile widens, eyes dancing with amusement. “He said, ‘You might be the first person who isn’t charmed by him within five minutes.’ I think he was worried for your ego.”
Tony grins, holding his drink in the air. “To deflated egos.”
You clink glasses, and as you sip, he wonders how long he can keep himself in check, how long he can keep this light, keep it casual, without betraying how much he’s starting to feel for you. Because while this may have started as a silly bet—a challenge to make you fall for him—now it’s… different. He’s starting to look forward to these moments with you more than he expected. He isn’t sure when his own bet began to backfire, but he can feel it, slipping slowly out of his control.
Over the next few weeks, “work dinners” become a regular thing. No one in the lab says anything, but he knows Bruce has noticed, if the amused glances he sends Tony’s way are anything to go by. Every time Tony catches one, he just shrugs it off. He’s Tony Stark, after all. If he wants to grab dinner with his research assistant, it’s not anyone else’s business. And anyway, you don’t seem to mind.
The second “not-a-date” is Italian, at a small, family-owned spot he tells you he’s been “dying to try.” The third is sushi, which he’s surprised to learn you’ve only had once before. By the time the fourth rolls around, he notices you’ve stopped checking your watch. He takes it as a good sign, even though he’s not entirely sure why he cares so much.
After that, the “work dinners” turn into outings outside the lab, outings that don’t need any excuse. He brings you to an art exhibit that’s in town for a limited time, pretending he’s only taking you because he “figured you might find it interesting.” But really, he just wants an excuse to see you outside the sterile lights of the lab, wants to see how you react to something that isn’t made of metal and wires. When he watches your eyes widen at a particular piece, the way you study the brushstrokes with an intent focus, he has to swallow back a smile. He feels like he’s seeing you through a different lens, realizing how much depth there is to you, beyond the research and the numbers.
At the end of the night, he offers to walk you home, hands in his pockets to keep himself from offering his arm or some other foolish gesture. He catches himself hoping you’ll ask him to stay, to come in for a cup of coffee, maybe—but you just smile and thank him, and he feels an odd, unexpected ache when he watches you disappear up the stairs.
A few weeks later, Tony starts noticing something that surprises even him. When he sits in the lab with you, he’s not thinking about the project. He’s thinking about whether you’ve eaten lunch, whether you’ve taken any breaks, or even just whether you’ll smile at him when you catch him watching you. It’s frustrating, and it’s exhilarating, and for the first time, he feels like he’s the one chasing, the one on the hook.
One Friday night, he texts you out of the blue.
Tony Are you up for a drink?
Your response comes a few minutes later, and it makes him laugh.
You Tony, do you even know what ‘taking a break’ means?
He grins at his phone, knowing he’s won already.
Tony Well, there’s a first time for everything. Pick you up in 20.
Twenty minutes later, he’s outside your building, leaning against his car, watching the door with more anticipation than he’ll admit. You step out, looking a little surprised that he actually showed up. He swallows hard when he sees you in casual clothes—jeans, a sweater, hair falling loosely over your shoulders.
“Ready?” he asks, gesturing to the car with a small smile.
You nod, glancing down as you climb in. “Where are we going?”
He smirks. “Somewhere that’ll knock MIT’s socks off.”
He takes you to a rooftop bar with a stunning view of the city skyline, all twinkling lights and distant music. It’s beautiful, quiet, and for once, he doesn’t feel the urge to be Tony Stark, the billionaire genius. He just wants to be Tony, the guy who’s with you, wondering what you’re thinking as you look out over the city.
After a couple of drinks, he tells you stories—wild, outlandish ones from his younger days, stories about his first ridiculous inventions, and even a few that make you laugh so hard you nearly spill your drink. When he sees you laugh like that, unguarded and completely at ease, something in his chest feels tight, like he’s in over his head.
You lean on the railing, arms crossed, glancing over at him with a bemused smile. “So tell me,” you say, your voice soft, “was this what you had in mind with that bet?”
He blinks, caught off guard, and he laughs, rubbing the back of his neck. “Honestly? I didn’t expect to be the one falling for you, if that’s what you’re asking.”
Your eyes widen, and he feels a thrill when he sees the faint color that rises in your cheeks. “You… what?”
There’s no going back now. He might as well lay it all out, admit it to you—and to himself. “Yeah,” he says, voice low and serious. “I fell for you somewhere along the way, MIT. Bet or no bet.”
You look at him, the city lights casting a warm glow over your face, and he wonders if you’ll walk away, if you’ll call him crazy, if you’ll tell him he’s crossed a line. But you don’t. You don’t say anything; instead, you just look at him, your gaze soft and questioning, as if you’re wondering how long he’s felt this way.
“So,” you say finally, voice quiet, “what does that mean for us?”
Tony smiles, surprised at how easily the words come. “It means I want this—want us—to be real. No games, no bets.” He pauses, letting the weight of his words settle between you. “If you want that, too.”
For a moment, you’re quiet, studying him, and he feels his heart racing, terrified that you’ll say no. But then you smile, a small, genuine smile that makes his heart feel like it’s about to explode.
“Alright,” you say softly. “Let’s see where this goes. No bets.”
From that night on, everything changes. Your “work dinners” turn into real dates—walks through Central Park, late-night coffees at quiet cafes, dinners at small, hidden places around the city. You both take it slow, careful, as if afraid to break whatever fragile thing is forming between you. But each night, when he drops you off at your door, he feels the pull, the urge to kiss you goodnight, to keep you close. And one night, he does.
It’s late, the city quiet around you, and as you turn to go inside, he can’t help himself. He reaches out, his fingers brushing yours, and when you look up at him, he leans down, his heart pounding in his chest. The kiss is gentle, careful, as if he’s afraid of scaring you off, but when you lean into him, his heart nearly stops.
You share inside jokes, stolen glances across the lab, the occasional “business meeting” that turns into hours of conversation about everything and nothing. Tony finds himself waking up each day with a renewed excitement, a sense of something he hasn’t felt in years: hope.
It’s the end of a long week, and somehow, you’ve both ended up in your apartment, the city a quiet hum beyond your windows. The two of you sit on the floor, leaning against the couch with a few empty wine glasses scattered around the table. You’ve got the TV on, and Tony managed to find a fake fireplace video with gentle crackling and flickering flames that cast warm, golden light around the room. It’s ridiculous, yet somehow perfect—a nod to that cliché romance neither of you ever thought you’d be in.
But here you are.
The quiet between you has a certain electricity, a kind of unspoken tension neither of you wants to name yet, though it’s impossible to ignore. Every so often, Tony’s knee brushes yours, or his shoulder leans just a little closer, and you feel the thrill of it like the first time, every time.
“So,” he says, breaking the silence, the familiar mischievous spark in his eyes. “What are we, exactly?”
You chuckle, glancing down at your glass, buying time with a sip of wine. “You mean… officially?”
He nods, his eyes warm but serious, searching yours. “Yeah. Officially.”
You tilt your head, feigning thoughtfulness, though you know exactly where this conversation is headed. “Well, I’d say we’re… colleagues.”
“Colleagues?” he scoffs, feigning offense. “You call this colleague behavior?” He gestures to the two of you, to the cozy setup that feels miles away from the cold lab. The corners of his mouth quirk up as he raises his eyebrows. “Would you share a fake fireplace with just anyone?”
You roll your eyes, laughing, and he leans a little closer, that soft, teasing look in his eyes. There’s something else in his gaze, though, something that’s been there since the beginning but has only grown stronger.
“Alright, fine,” you concede. “Maybe we’re… dating.”
His eyes light up at that, his grin widening. “Dating, huh? I like that. But it still sounds… I don’t know. Casual?”
You raise an eyebrow, your heart thudding just a bit faster. “Oh? So what do you want to call it, then, Mr. Stark?”
He shifts closer, his fingers tracing absentmindedly along the edge of his wine glass, his gaze fixed intently on you. “How about… ‘together’? Just you and me. Not just a bet or a fling. The real thing.” His voice drops, softer, more earnest than you’ve ever heard it. “I want this to be… official.”
Your breath hitches, and you can feel that tension building between you, thickening the air. “You really want that?” you ask, voice barely a whisper.
He leans closer, his hand brushing against yours, warm and sure. “I think I’ve wanted it since day one. I just didn’t know it yet.”
His hand covers yours now, fingers intertwining, and the feel of his touch sends a shiver through you, every nerve ending suddenly on high alert. You hold his gaze, your heartbeat thundering in your ears, and the space between you feels charged, as if there’s something there that neither of you can ignore any longer.
“Then… I guess we’re together,” you whisper, feeling the weight of it settle over you, thrilling and terrifying all at once.
Tony’s gaze darkens, and before you can say anything else, he closes the distance between you. His lips find yours, soft and seeking at first, but within seconds, the kiss deepens, the unspoken tension between you sparking into something electric. His hand comes up to cup your face, pulling you closer, and you feel the heat of him, the intensity that has simmered under the surface for so long finally released.
You’re barely aware of anything else as you both shift, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you into his lap as his mouth moves over yours with a hunger that leaves you breathless. You lose track of time, of the fake fire flickering in the background, of anything but the way his hands feel on your skin, the way he holds you like he’s afraid to let you go.
His hands drift along your back, finding the hem of your shirt, and you feel a thrill as he slips his hands under the fabric, his touch warm and tantalizing against your bare skin. Your breath hitches as he trails kisses down your jaw, his lips brushing against the sensitive spot just beneath your ear.
“Are you sure?” he murmurs, his voice rough with desire, but his gaze filled with that same warmth, that tenderness that’s made you fall for him in ways you never expected.
You nod, pulling him closer, feeling a confidence and certainty that surprises you. “I’ve never been more sure.”
That’s all he needs. In a swift, smooth motion, he picks you up, carrying you toward the bedroom, his mouth finding yours again, and any last shred of hesitation disappears. He lays you down gently, his hands exploring, learning every inch of you as though he’s memorizing you, cherishing every moment. His lips trace a path down your neck, his breath hot against your skin, and you feel a thrill with every touch, every kiss, as if he’s igniting something within you that’s been waiting for him all along.
The night unfolds slowly, a delicious, intoxicating blur of touch and heat, a feeling of being completely and utterly consumed. Tony takes his time, savoring each moment, and with every touch, every whispered word, you feel yourself falling deeper, letting go of every last barrier. You’ve never felt so seen, so cherished, as you do with him, and by the time dawn breaks, you’re tangled together, breathless and completely, irrevocably his.
As the first light of morning filters in, he pulls you close, wrapping his arms around you, his breath warm against your neck. For the first time, you let yourself relax into him fully, feeling that familiar warmth, that safety that only he can give.
And as you drift off to sleep, wrapped up in his arms, you know that whatever label you put on this, it’s real.
You wake up to sunlight filtering through your curtains, a golden glow spilling across your bedroom. The warmth beside you, steady and comforting, reminds you of the night before. Tony’s arm is draped over you, his breathing soft and even. For a moment, you just lie there, letting yourself savor the stillness, the unexpected joy of waking up next to him.
As if sensing you’re awake, Tony stirs, his fingers tracing gentle circles on your shoulder. He opens his eyes, and a sleepy, boyish grin spreads across his face.
“Good morning,” he murmurs, voice husky with sleep.
“Good morning,” you reply, smiling back. There’s something so soft in his gaze that it takes you by surprise. “I could get used to this,” he adds, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.
You open your mouth to respond, but something nags at you—a fleeting thought that hits you like a cold splash of water. You glance at your alarm clock, and your eyes widen. “Oh no.”
“What?” Tony asks, still drowsy.
“We’re late,” you say, panic rising as you sit up. “We were supposed to be in the lab… half an hour ago!”
Tony’s eyes go wide. “Well, damn.” He runs a hand through his hair and laughs, but there’s urgency in his movements as he jumps out of bed. “Okay, so the lab, yeah? We can do this. Ten minutes and we’re there.”
In a flurry of movement, you both scramble to find your clothes. You pull on yesterday’s jeans and a shirt while Tony is somehow in his button-down and jacket in record time, still flashing that devil-may-care grin.
“Keys?” he asks, scanning the room like he’s trying to disarm a bomb.
You grab them from your nightstand, and in no time, you’re out the door, hurrying down the street to Stark Tower, laughing breathlessly at the absurdity of it all.
By the time you reach the lab, you’re both slightly out of breath, looking about as ruffled as you feel. You barely have time to steady yourself before the doors slide open and reveal Bruce, who glances up from his tablet with a raised eyebrow.
“Oh, look who decided to join us,” he says, smirking just a little. His gaze shifts between the two of you, and you can feel him taking in the unmissable signs: Tony’s rumpled hair, your hastily buttoned shirt, and that lingering, unmistakable glow of… well, more than friendship.
“Sorry, Bruce,” you start, trying to sound casual as you lean over a workbench, flipping through some notes. “I, uh… I was doing things.”
Before you can stop him, Tony slides right up beside you, throwing in his signature smirk. “I am things.”
There’s a moment of silence before Bruce’s mouth falls open, the sheer shock plastered on his face.
“Oh,” Bruce manages, blinking like he’s trying to process what he’s just heard. “Oh, wow. Well, that’s… not the explanation I was expecting.”
Tony wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer. “Surprised, Banner? Even geniuses have hearts, you know.”
Bruce shakes his head, but he’s grinning now, a mixture of amusement and something almost like pride. “I think the word you’re looking for, Tony, is priorities.”
You and Tony exchange a look, trying not to burst into laughter.
“So,” Bruce says, raising an eyebrow as he folds his arms, “am I supposed to welcome you to the lab as a couple now? Is that what’s happening?”
Tony glances at you, his expression softening. “Yeah, Bruce,” he says, voice filled with more warmth than usual. “That’s exactly what’s happening.”
Bruce groans but nods, resigned to the fact that the lab—and maybe all of Stark Tower—will never be the same. “Great. Just… try not to be late again tomorrow. Some of us still take the work schedule seriously.”
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Peter Cushing et Diana dans "Chapeau melon et bottes de cuir".
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added some more Marias because why not ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
#blackhill#maria hill#marvel#the avengers#s.h.i.e.l.d.#slowly getting back in the groove after not drawing for ages ya know#also definitely more Blackhill soon…#and maybe some agathario bc I watched the finale…
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Peter: So you and Mr. Stark spent the whole night talking.
Bucky: We did.
Morgan: Are you interested in my dad?
Bucky: He is an interesting guy.
Peter: You know what I mean.
Bucky: Do I?
Peter: You’re avoiding the question.
Bucky: That I am.
Peter: Can you just give us a straight answer?
Bucky: I’m not straight, so no.
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The first six.....
Miss them, a lot
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Me on an essay lol
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Natasha: I love you. Wanda, not paying attention: What was that? Natasha: I said I’m selling you to the zoo-
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