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JAIL TIME - YOUNG!TONY X READER - 2.2K WORDS
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You were seething in the corner of the jail cell you were sitting in with Tony. Tony was laughing. You glared daggers at him. “Why are you laughing? This isn’t funny.”
Tony snorted. “Yes, it is. You’re too sweet to be angry.”
You rolled your eyes and scoffed at him. “Not true. I’m pissed as hell. You’re why we got into this goddamn mess.”
Tony just snickered.
“Maybe I should take up axe throwing,” you scowled at him. “Betcha Nat could teach me. Then I could throw one right through your face.”
This made Tony burst out laughing. You were clearly not practiced in threatening people. He’s a lot better at it than you are, but he’d never really wanna threaten you. Especially not right now. He had gotten you into this mess after all.
You groaned. “Just go away.”
“Well, we are kind of stuck,” Tony pointed out, giggling a little as he gestured to the jail cell surrounding the two of you. You pouted and slunk down to the floor, sitting down. “Look, I’m sorry,” Tony said, trying not to appear as amused as he was.
“Liar.”
— — —
TWO DAYS EARLIER
“Listen, we’ve got an important mission for you all,” Nick Fury informed the table. In front of him sat you, Tony, Steve, Nat, Thor, Clint, and Bruce. You were all between the ages of eighteen and nineteen, with the exception of Steve, who was technically sixty-nine, but had the knowledge and appearance of a twenty-one year old who had grown up in the 1920s and 1930s. It was weird as hell, but he was starting to get the hang of things here. “And I know you’re young—”
“Steve isn’t,” Nat chimed. The table chuckled and Nick rolled his eyes.
“---but we’ve decided to trust you,” Nick continued. “Don’t let this prove to be a mistake. Here are the mission details we can give you: this is an intel mission. We will be dividing you into three groups with three different objectives. Ideally, don’t tell each other about them. Just talk to your teammate, okay? But you have different objectives.”
The whole team nodded in understanding. It bothered Steve the most, but you understood the way S.H.I.E.L.D. worked, and this was the most up-front Fury had been with you ever.
“Alright. Team one, you’re Steve, Nat, and Clint. Thor and Bruce, I’ve got you for team two, and team three is you two,” Nick pointed at you and Tony. “Don’t make me regret trusting you, Tony.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Tony nodded. “Did you seriously put Y/N with me to keep me in check?”
“I’m not babysitting him,” you clarified.
“I didn’t say that you were,” Nick replied, his tone calm.
“Okay, but you put her with Tony, who loves to go rogue, and she’s good at sticking to a plan, so…what kind of message is that supposed to send?” Nat argued back with him. You high-fived her, and she nodded her head at you, giving you a slight smile. The girls gotta stick together.
“It’s not supposed to send a message,” Nick said.
“It kind of does send one though,” Bruce said tentatively. Nat smirked.
“Okay, stop,” Nick held his hands up. “Maybe I paired them because I thought it would go better than Tony and Clint. It’s not that deep, do not read so far into it. Now. Tony and Y/N are on an intel mission. Steve, Nat, and Clint are on a rescue mission.Thor and Bruce, you’re gonna come in later. Alright.” Nick handed each of you a folder with the details you were allowed to know in it.
Tony turned to you and mock saluted. “Howdy, partner.” You snorted, and turned your eyes back to the paper to read over it. Tony grinned. He liked when he could make you laugh or smile at his antics. Steve hummed. You looked up over at him to see what the noise was about, but he was no longer looking at you and Tony, and was reading through his paper. You shrugged and went back to reading.
Tony glanced over at you, and then he went back to reading.
You and Tony were supposed to gather intel from a secret Hydra outpost. You’d be in disguise, you had aliases if needed, and you’d be working together. Thankfully, it was not a social gathering you’d be attending. While both you and Tony would probably be good at working people to get information you needed, Tony would be TERRIBLE at not starting to flirt with targets and it’d be difficult to keep from revealing who he was.
You figured it’d be alright. Tony wasn’t terrible, you liked his company and he was often good at his job. It should be fine.
— — —
“How hard d’you think it’ll be to break into the database?” Tony whispered to you as you picked the lock of the door to a van.
“Shh!” you pressed a finger to his lips for a brief second before you finished picking the lock. He grinned. Once you got the door open, he jumped up into the van and reached his hand out for you, and pulled you up.You closed the van doors behind you, and he got over to the computers.
You locked up the van doors so that no one could get in.
“Did you see that girl over by the columns earlier?”
“Keep it in your pants, Stark.”
Tony smirked. “Got it,” he said, and he began uploading the files to a hard drive.
“What’s the backup plan if our exit doesn’t work?” you asked.
“It’ll work, I checked it before we got in here,” Tony assured. He pulled out the hard drive and handed it to you. You slid it into your secret pocket and zippered it up.
“C’mon, let’s go,” you unlocked the van doors and carefully got out. He jumped down, and you saw your exit road. It was blocked by five security cars. “Shit,” you whispered.
“Such obscene words from such a pristine girl,” Tony teased.
“Ugh, save the Breakfast Club references for when I can actually care, okay?” you said. “We gotta get out of here.”
“I got it,” Tony assured. “C’mon.”
Tony pulled you with him to a nearby fancy sports car. “No, no, no, no,” you whispered as he hot wired the car, pulled you into it, and started driving away.
“We’ll return it,” Tony shrugged, and pulled out of the lot and started driving at 55 miles per hour.
“Tony! This is a 30 mph zone and you’re in a goddamn STOLEN CAR!” You shouted at him.
“I can’t concentrate when you’re yelling at me!” Tony exclaimed back. He pressed the gas a little more and kept driving away.
“Tony, this is a bad idea,” you warned. “We’re gonna get pulled over. Or Hydra’s gonna get us.”
“It’s fine, I’m a good driver,” Tony assured. He patted your side that had your secret pocket. “You got the hard drive?”
“Yeah, I’ve got it, but I’m not gonna anymore if we get pulled over!”
Tony picked up the speed a little bit after rounding a turn, pushing 70 now.
“TONY! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, SLOW DOWN!”
“Shhh! It’s fine!”
“IT’S A STOLEN VEHICLE!”
“Ohhhh shit, there’s a cop.”
“Slow it down! Tony!”
Tony slowed down the speed and pulled the car over, parking it on the side of the road. You looked really worried and angry.
Tony smiled at you. “Y’know, you’re kind of hot when you’re mad.”
You glared at him.
The cop approached the vehicle. “Excuse me, sir, you were going 73 mph in a 30 mph zone.”
“Yes, about that, uh, she’s having an emergency, so I’m gonna take her to the hospital,” Tony smiled charmingly at the officer.
The cop chuckled. “Seems the only problem she’s having is you, she looks maaaaad.”
Tony laughed awkwardly.
“Look, I get it, my girl gets mad at me when I do something she doesn’t like,” the cop said. “But you are driving a local official’s stolen car and you were speeding excessively, so I gotta take the both of you.”
“I’m not his girl,” you interjected.
“Woah, okay. Got it. Anyway, both of y’all gotta get out of the car, I gotta take you in,” the cop informed.
Tony sighed. “Great.”
— — —
“Are you really such a goody-two-shoes that you’re gonna get all bent out of shape that you’ve got a criminal record now?” Tony asked. “Everybody’s got one. No one gives a damn.”
“I don’t care about that, I care about the fact that they could’ve taken the hard-drive from me,” you said. “I’ve got it only ‘cause it’s hidden in my jacket. And they think they searched my jacket.” You sighed. “No way Fury’s gonna trust either of us anymore.”
“Look, it’s gonna be fine,” Tony assured. “You’re smart, and Fury likes you. S.H.I.E.L.D.’s gonna come and bail us out, explain what happened, it’s all gonna be okay. Chill out.”
You pulled your knees up to your chest, wrapped your arms around your legs, and rested your chin on top of your knees. The cell floor was gray and rock hard, scuffed and cold. You just wanted to go home. Couldn’t one of the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents get here sooner?
“Jeez, why do you look so sad?” Tony asked, sitting down next to you.
“I’m just tired.”
“Okay.”
“...”
“Look, I’m sorry.”
You turned your head to look at him. Apologies? From Tony? That never happened. He chuckled at the surprised look on your face.
“If you tell anyone I said that, I’m denying everything,” Tony informed. You laughed. That was more like Tony. He smiled. “But I am sorry.”
“It’s alright.”
“I’m glad you’ve got the hard drive.”
“Yeah, me too.”
— — —
Not much longer later, a warden with white hair and classes with a nametag that read “STAN” on it came over and unlocked your jail cell door. “Some man with an eyepatch came and bailed you out. You kids are damn lucky, ya hear?” He gestured for you both to step out, and then he walked you down the hallway to meet Nick Fury at the desk at the front.
“Both of you are coming home with me. Right now,” Nick said sternly. You nodded in agreement, having both no desire to fight him and exhaustion. Tony didn’t signal that he agreed or disagreed, he just followed Nick a little forlornly.
Once you were both sitting in the back of Nick’s limousine—Nick sat with you because he had a driver—Nick demanded, “What the hell happened?”
You opened up your secret jacket pocket and handed him the hard drive. “We got the hard drive. But our exit was compromised.”
“So I hotwired a sports car and then it turns out it was a local official’s car,” Tony continued.
“He was being stupid and he was speeding 73 mph in a 30 zone,” you added on.
“We got pulled over by a cop who took us in and then she got all tired and sad while we were sitting in the cell,” Tony said.
“I was just tired, not sad,” you clarified. “He apologized to me for speeding the car, stealing it, and getting us arrested.”
“I did not apologize.”
“He won’t admit it because he’s got an ego, but he did say sorry.”
“Do you want me to take it back?”
“Ha! See? You admit it.”
“No, I don’t!”
“Okay, stop,” Nick interjected. “Alright. You got the information. It wasn’t the stealthiest or slickest way, but you did do it. We’ll get you home, and you’ll get some rest. In the meantime, we’re gonna hold off on sending you on missions by yourselves for a little bit.”
You sighed and nodded, not fighting it. You were tired, and it was probably for the better, anyway. Tony laughed. “Yeah, no. She didn’t do anything.”
“I just think that it’s in the best interest of both of you to have a supervisor for the next couple of missions you go on,” Nick reiterated.
“But I’m the one who hotwired the car and went speeding to get away in it,” Tony argued.
“Are you trying to get yourself punished further??” Nick asked. “I’m being very civil with you right now. If you want a worse punishment, I can certainly think of one.”
“No, just, why are you punishing her?”
“Tony, it’s fine,” you said. “It’s probably for the better, anyway. I got things to learn.”
“But you didn’t do anything wrong, you just accidentally got into jail ‘cause you were in the car with me,” Tony argued.
“I’m not changing my answer, but it’s certainly interesting that you’re so insistent about this,” Nick replied calmly. Tony gave him a confused-annoyed look. Nick chuckled, and you leaned back into your seat, tired.
— — —
When you got home, you took a hot shower and put on your pajamas. As you walked back to your bedroom, you found Tony sitting by himself in the living room. “Hey,” he said and stood up. “C’mere,” he held open his arms. You walked into them and let him hug you. He was soft and warm. His apology from earlier still hung in the air, floating like a cloud over your head. And you couldn’t really help but forgive him. Damn that Tony Stark. One look at the boy, and you know you’re screwed.
Anthony Edward Stark 'Tony' 17 year old rebel and genius Summa Cum Laude in Engineering & Finance from MIT at 16 plus PhD in Strategic Studies in International Law & Political & Military Science from Yale!
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