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please give us an innocent & shy y/n and flirty-drunk-jealous tony drabble pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee TQ!
SHY READER & FLIRTY TONY STARK - a Drabble
(you'll find the others drunk/jealous in this post but scroll down, I wanted to try something new and divided it in parts)
Tony Stark notices you the moment you step into the lab—mostly because you trip over your own feet. Smooth.
“New intern or did Fury finally send a spy who isn’t obvious?” He grins, leaning against his desk. You turn red. Mission: Speak. Failed.
You mutter something about coffee runs. He tilts his head. “Uh-uh. Try again, Casper. Louder, for the people in the back.”
“I—I’m here to—to assist,” you squeak. Tony gasps, clutching his arc reactor. “A shy scientist? Illegal. I’m calling SHIELD.”
He nicknames you “Bambi” after you bolt out of the room the first time he winks. (”Like the deer. All wide-eyed and skittish. Adorable.”)
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He “accidentally” sends DUM-E to bring you tools—every five minutes. You swear the bot winks at you. (Traitor.)
“Friday, play Careless Whisper,” Tony announces when you drop a wrench. You groan. “I hate it here.” He grins. “No, you don’t.” (…Damn it.)
One day, you snap. “If you’re this annoying, how does anyone like you?” Tony beams. “There’s the fire! Knew it was in there.”
You sigh. He winks. This might be a problem. (…Or the start of something very fun.)
SHY READER & DRUNK TONY STARK
Tony stumbles into the penthouse, tie loose, cheeks flushed. You blink from the couch. Oh no.
“There’s my favorite person,” he slurs, pointing dramatically. “You. Yes, you. The cute one. With the face.”
You sigh. “How much did you drink?” He gasps, offended. “Rude. I’m perfectly sober.” (He is not.)
He flops onto the couch, head in your lap. “You’re so soft. Like a… a cloud. A shy, blushing cloud.” You cover your face. Why me.
“Tony, you’re heavy—” “And you’re beautiful,” he interrupts, poking your nose. “Boop.”
He tries to whisper but it’s loud. “Hey. Hey. Wanna know a secret? I like you. Like, like like.” You groan. “We’re dating.”
“Exactly,” he says, as if this is groundbreaking. “Best decision ever. High five.” (He misses your hand entirely.)
You try to get up. He whines, clinging to your arm. “Nooo, don’t leave. What if I wither without you?” (Drama queen.)
“You need water,” you mutter. He grins. “I need you.” Pause. “…But water’s cool too, I guess.”
SHY READER & JEALOUS TONY STARK
You’re laughing at something Steve said—just Steve, harmless, platonic Steve—but Tony’s grip on his drink tightens. Uh-oh.
“Wow, Rogers. You really needed her to explain the WiFi password?” Tony’s grin is sharp. “Or were you just fishing for conversation?”
Steve blinks. You kick Tony under the table. He fake-gasps. “Violence? From you? I’m wounded.” (He’s smirking.)
When Bucky dares to hug you, Tony loses it. “Barnes. Hands to yourself or I’m donating that arm to science.”
“Why are you texting Steve?” Tony demands. “He asked for cookie recipes.” “…Captain America bakes now?”
You’re late. Tony paces. “Maybe she’s with Bruce—he’s all ‘calm’ and ‘listens’—ugh.” (Bruce, from the couch: “I’m right here.”)
A paparazzi photo surfaces of you smiling at Thor. Tony prints it out, circles it in red. “Explain.” “He told a joke.” “I tell jokes!”
You catch him Googling “how to be more charming than Norse gods”. (Spoiler: He already is.)
Finally, you kiss his pout away. “Relax. You’re the only Stark I want.” He smirks. “Better be.” (Mission: Secure the Girl—complete.)
