Avengers One-Shots

Tony - part 2 (s)

I woke up and for a second, I was a little confused because this is not my bed or my bedsheets. Memories from last night flooded my brain and made me smile. When I turned over, I expected to find Tony but I wasn't entirely surprised when I didn't. The man would work 25/8 if there was that extra time in the week. There was a slight disappointment but I wasn't surprised that Mr. Emotional Maturity of a Spoon, wasn't here to kiss me good morning. There was a pair of sweatpants and an Iron Man shirt sitting on the edge of the bed, that made me smile though, so he didn't completely forget about me and I appreciated him for it.

"It's too fucking early." I grumbled after seeing the 5:36 am on the clock.

The shirt fit me big and more than a little loose so I pulled that on without the sweats and walked out. His floor is as high-tech-looking as I expected it to be, which means I don't understand any of it. A part of me hoped he would be in the kitchen but he's not. I walked back into his room, collecting my dress and shoes from last night.

"Hey, trying to run out on me." I heard, making me turn around.

"I ..."

"You thought I left." He mused as he walked over to me from what I'm guessing was the bathroom.

"I didn't hear any noise, I figured you were in the lab."

"Sierra ..." he took the clothes from my arms and dropped them on his bed. "I was having a silent panic attack in my bathroom." he admitted.

"Why?" I asked, wrapping my arms around his waist.

"I figured you'd wake up and realize that you had your fun and that you're good." he sighed, wrapping his arms around me too.

"What is it going to take for you to believe me?" I asked.

"Sierra ..."

"This isn't a joke to me, I like you - like you." I said, making him laugh.

"Yeah, well, me and my lack of emotional maturity don't do well with commitment."

"Tony ..."

"Day by day?" he asked and while he was going for nonchalant, I could see fear swirling in his eyes.

"Day by day." I smiled and kissed him.

"That's good." he sighed.

"Just one thing."

"Of course, dear." he chuckled.

"I don't do sharing." I said, looking at his chest.

"That's fine because I don't plan on sharing you with anyone either." he said, tipping my head back to press his lips to mine. "Hey, the shirt fits."

"Like a pajama, you trying to say something here?" I asked, pointing to the mask on my shirt.

"Marking my territory." he smirked.

"You don't say. This is cause of Bucky, isn't it?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." he said, leaning in to kiss my neck.

"Tony ..." I giggled.

"He ... looks at you." he muttered, nuzzling my neck now.

"So do you."

"That's the problem, I look at you so I know what he wants."

I pulled away and cradled his face in my hands.

"I told him that I was interested in you."

"Really?"

"Yes, he's aware." I smiled.