#txnystarkimagines

Well for one, the car would be expensive. Like really fucking expensive, with a custom turbo engine he would have made himself.

The car is probably some really bright eye catching colour. Fire engine red or maybe as bright of a yellow as as a highlighter.

Wherever you go in that car with him, all eyes are on it. Literally.

The both of you are most likely to be followed by HYDRA and its goons on a busy highway while returning from a weekend trip in the cabin in the woods.

The way his hand grabs the gear stick, his million dollar watch would glint in the sunlight. His other hand would he clenched around the steering wheel, urging the veins in his hand to pop out.

And you would definetely be turned on by that.

Specially when he goes turbo, and is pushed against the seat, eyes focused on the traffic infront of him, while at the same time he keeps looking through the side mirrors if they are still following the both of you are not.

"Grab the gun from the console." He would order you. "You think you can shoot them babe?"

"Who do you think I am Tony?" You would smirk, and pop out of the sun roof in the car, trying your best to shoot down atleast one tyre of the 3 jeeps that are following you.

Meanwhile Tony's left arm would wrap around your bare legs to keep you stable, the right arm still controlling the car.

He would speed through civillian traffic, and a seven lane highway and various trucks and vehicles without even blinking an eye.

Afterall, years of car racing during his Post graduates had made him a pro.

Also what difficulty was there to a drive a car you had made yourself.

"Get down!" He would then scream at you.

Making sure you are safely back in your seat, before drifting and taking a sharp turn.

You swore if caught on camera it could be a scene from Fast and Furious with the way Tony drives the car.

"I think we have lost them." You would then tell him, as you guys now make your way towards his mansion through back roads.

"Good, I wasn't planning on destroying this car anyways. I just customised the engine last week."

"You know? I never knew being in a car chase with Iron Man would be so hot."

He smirked. "Is that what was going through your mind all this time?"

You would only hum in response, your hand moving towards the emergency handbreak.

He realised what you were about to do and just time in time steers the car towards the side track that runs through the woods.

An ear piercing screech is produced when you pull that handbreak but you dont let that ruin your mood.

"What do you say we break in the hood? Make it feel more like home since its so new?" Your hands trail up his thigh.

Grabbing your wristly tightly and refraining you from moving any further up he smirks at you. "I think that is a great idea sweetheart!"

ps: i literally wrote this in the spur of the moment on tumblr's create post. This wasn't planned or anything lmao. Please excuse the typos hehehe

So decided aswell as my Joker Fan Fiction that I’d start one for my favourite under appreciated avenger Iron Man.

Enjoy :) and comments and feedback welcome.

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Happy Reading

I sat staring out of my bedroom window allowing the calmness of the ever darkening blue of the sky distract me from the glare of my computer and my flow of emails in front of me. It was a Sunday evening and the 4th week of my new job. I’ve recently transferred from the engineering and computer science research and development department at the New Avengers headquarters to working directly under Tony Stark; I still haven’t quite decided if it’s better than working directly under Nick Fury. My transfer was against Starks will as It’s certainly no secret Tony does not play well with others and is a solitary character especially when it comes to his suits and work. Since the events of the so called “Civil War” Tony has been more involved with governments and legislation of the Sokovia Accords and various other politics; this has robbed him of time doing what he does best. Fury figured Stark might need some assistance and due to certain regulations now in force any work, updates, mechanical upgrades of any of Stark’s Avengers or Iron Man equipment must be witnessed, checked and signed off. Thus Fury offered his top engineer up.

At only 27 I’m a Dr of Computer Science finishing first in my class at MIT. Fury recruited me when I was still studying when I’d managed to hack the systems at Avengers HQ bypassing some but not all of Stark’s security in place. I’m not a criminal though, under a security directive Fury wanted to check how safe the systems were and asked the most advanced computer science minds to attempt to get in. I being the only one to even get in Fury scooped me under his wing and by the time I graduated I was planning and starting to lead projects for the Avengers R&D. This was not without its hurdles; being so young I often had friction as my subordinates who were seniors in age didn’t like being told what to do by “the unrelenting master chick.” as some of them like to say, at least there’s one complement on my intelligence in there.

To be honest my job hasn’t changed that much; I still spend the majority of my time at New Avengers HQ as Stark has yet to request my assistance unsurprisingly. As a consequence of recent events Stark is as paranoid and distrustful as ever. In my new role I’m privy to a lot more information than that of my colleagues and due to that I’m fairly positive Tony probably monitors my every electronic move.  I don’t mind so much Tony has been through a lot and I’d be more concerned if he didn’t. He’s slowly picked up drinking again; working all hours of the day with minimal sleep as a result my “assisting duties” have slowly edged away from the technical variety to more personal ones; I figured it would be a good idea to make sure my boss doesn’t run himself into a grave. In spite of this I have become to admire him in many ways; he has such a strong heart and will to make the world a safer place despite how much he is vilified.

On a more positive note with my job I got to relocate, I basically used to live at Avengers HQ keeping an eye on everything which sometimes was a 24/7 job. Eventually they gave me a room.  I have upgraded considerably since relocating to Stark Tower/ Old Avengers HQ , I near enough have a whole floor to myself, Vision is probably here the most at the moment to keep an eye on Tony but he doesn’t always stay. All of the upper floors are designated living space for the Avengers and guests and seeing as there is a new HQ and half of them are underground I’m pretty alone, how I generally like it. My room is large and the whole outside wall is just glass, it’s beautiful really I get a breathtaking view of New York especially at night as the dark sky slowly merges down into a sea of orange lights. I rolled off my king size bed; the mahogany wood floor was cold beneath my feet. I looked at myself in the full body mirror beside my desk in a small alcove to left of bed; my tight but stretchy black skinny jeans felt soft against my toned legs, the knees were slightly worn and slowly fading to grey, my white tank top sat nicely on my hips and a tiny bit of cleavage was on show. I deemed myself suitably dressed to leave the room. “F.R.I.D.A.Y  is there anyone in the swimming pool?” I asked out loud to Tony’s AI which ran almost everything in the building. “No Miss Chase there is no activity in the pool area” replied a toneless silvery voice.  

“Have a nice evening Miss Chase” She continued. I must ask Tony to change her programming that she calls me Jaime. I sauntered over to the cream chest of drawers beneath my flat screen tv which clung to plain white walls. I pulled at the mahogany handles and pulled out my Egyptian cotton blue towel; the softness soothing my hands as I chucked it over my shoulder. I opened my door and turned to grab my access card which was placed in a socket on the wall. The cards are compulsory in the building and depending on who you are you will have are varied level off access. I pretty much have full access as Tony Stark’s assistant I kind of need access to wherever he does.

I left my room and headed off down the long corridor of bedroom doors each with a symbol of the Avenger above them. I reached the large open plan living and dining area. As I enter on the left is a modern kitchen with granite marble finish side with an oven hob and dishwasher neatly disguised underneath, overheard cupboards along the wall above them; there is a breakfast island with the same finish with a sink, chopping boards and various knife sets. Above the island are lighting rods which outline the island. Just before this kitchen is a large oval table with a black finish and seats tucked neatly under, if you could look closely I’m sure there would be a small film of dust gathering on the surface. To the right is a spacious social area with 2 large L-shaped black leather sofas and one regular shape sofa laid out in half a square enclosing the oak tv unit supporting the massive 75inch flat screen as well as an array of various gaming consoles. On my route to the elevator I also passed the pool tables yes that’s a plural. I hit the button on the elevator, after a few seconds I was greeted with the familiar ding which pulled me back from my thoughts. Inside I slid my card into the slot and pressed the floor for my destination; the fitness suite. With another ding the doors slid open I grabbed my card and headed for the pool.

Also, do you prefer visuals? Like if describing the outfit or the room I put in links for their pictures? Because for me the visuals are there for the reader to envision everything and when I have something to fall back on if my writing lacks in description that is of great help to me.  And if so do you prefer it to be 

all in one link like a weheartit collection / pinterest board

a hyperlink wherever the object is mentioned in said writing 

a collage at the start

or pictures right in the story when the object/room/outfit etc is talked about it

Oops just checked my inbox and saw this 🤭