AVENGERS ONESHOTS (requests are closed)

Tony Stark ~ Underestimated

A/N: Y/N works with the Avengers and SHIELD. And was constantly underestimated, one day she was finally able to prove herself, with the support of her fiancee.

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Warning: some language, depressing thoughts, insecurity, cute Tony, making-out

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"My BACK!" You shout as you flop onto your shared bed.

"That's what happens when you agree to train with Nat, " Tony says as he messages the sore muscles of your back, being careful of bruises.

You sigh in relief as you feel the tightness slowly fade away. "Thank you, Tony, " you mumble and turn so you're facing him. "Anything for you hottie, " he said and placed his lips on yours.

And Tony, being Tony, made two sweet little kisses, into a make-out session. Until you ended it, "I need food, " You say, and push him off. He groans as he lands next to me. "You are a lot stronger than you look, woman," he says, as he rolls for the bed to his feet.

You and Natasha have similar abilities. Masters in the Martial Arts, years of spy and espionage training, SHIELD and Avengers, but she is taller, and her boobs are bigger, and she is more beautiful. That's why you're underestimated.

"Then don't fuck with me, " you growl, "That can go one of two ways." Tony laughs, you roll your eyes, "Perv, " you say and walk out of your room.

You trudge into the kitchen and grab some Cheerios and almond milk. You pour yourself a bowl of cereal a chow down.

"Really? You pick cereal over me?" He questioned and wrapped his hands at your waist. "Yes, " You answer with a mouthful of food in your mouth.

He rolls his eyes and joins you with a bowl of cereal. Then Natasha walks in, "Oh hey guys!" She greets and wraps a sweat rag around her neck. She was in a pair of leggings that showed off each perfect curve in her leg, and a sports bra, that complimented her chest nicely.

"She's so freaking perfect." You thought,

You clear your throat and say, "I need a shower," as you put away the bowl in the sink and hurry to your bathroom.

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You took a quick shower and just examined yourself in the mirror. You traced over every ugly scar and terrible curve you had on you. You sighed as you thought of Natasha. She was tall and pretty, and muscular, and had a big chest and butt. You were short and smaller, and severely underestimated; you were almost never able to prove your abilities. Every time you would have to train a new agent, you were very underestimated and taunted about your frame to the point where you had Steve or Nat fill in for you, saying that you, "felt sick".

You were so lost in thought that you didn't hear or see your bedroom door open and Tony walks in, "You know, I find you totally and utterly beautiful just that way you are," he whispers into your ear as he sneaks up behind you wrapping his arms around your slightly chiseled waist. You tensed up at first, but then untensed as you recognize the voice speaking.

"But, I'm so short and tiny and smaller. Why don't you go, love, someone like Natasha?" I ask almost in tears, Tony pulls me into his chest, embraces me and says, "The old Tony Stark would find a pretty woman at the bar, sleep with her, and then never talk to her again. The new Tony Stark found a down-right gorgeous woman that made my knees feel weak and the butterflies grow in my gut. I found a woman that I just didn't wanna have sex with then never talk to again; I wanted her in every single aspect of my life. I wanted to wake up to her every morning and see her two amazing Y/E/C eyes and hold her close to me. Then watch her work her magic and kick Capsicle's ass, even when she's sweaty and tired and pain she can still show off any look. Cause that's how amazing she is," Tony said, as I wetted his t-shirt due to the tears I was silently crying.

"Y/N," Tony said lightly, "I don't wanna love Natasha, because she can't make me laugh or smile the way you do. She can't make me feel the happiness I feel when I'm around you. She can't fight away the nightmares I have the way you do. I don't care that you're shorter than her, or you don't have as much bust as her. You are strong, physically and mentally. And if someone's taunting you about your appearance then show them what you got, prove them wrong, alright?"

You looked up at him with tears in your eyes, "I love you so much, Tony," you whisper as you reach up to kiss him, "I love you too," he says as he leans down and kisses you. The kiss lasted longer than you expect, soon enough you were on top of Tony, making out with him. You felt the tips of his fingers trace your spine and grip at your petite waist. 

You let out a sigh, as you hear your phone start to ring. You groan as you pick it up, "Hello?" you ask, as Tony still carries on with unfinished business,  kissing your jawline. 

"Remember that you have to train that new agent coming in today," Nat reminds you, and you mumbled a yeah, then hang up. 

"Babe, I have to go," you say as you get off of him, he groans, "NOOOO!" he whines, "I wasn't FINISHED!"

"We can finish later," you say as you throw on your training attire on, you walk over to your still whining fiancee and give him a quick kiss, then walk out.

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"You this is a basically where everyone trains and socializes," you explain to a rather tall, new agent. You go to the fighting mats, and see Bucky and Steve going at it.

They both have each other in a lock, as Tony watches them, recording it. "Steve! Get under him!" You yell, and Steve does so, now he has the advantage and puts is metal armed best-friend in a chokehold. But Bucky is able to flip forward and basically throw Steve across the mat. He groans and taps out.

"Oof, good spar, Steve," You say with a stupid smile, as you see the two grown men carry each other into the locker rooms.

"I bet you find it really difficult to win fights," the new agent says, and you look up at him, furrowing my brows. "No, not really why would you say that?" you ask, and he shrugs, "I mean you're pretty short. You gotta be around four-eleven. And against a guy like me standing at six-nine, it must be pretty difficult to win, Shorty."

He was taunting me, and you were feeling more and more intimidated and discouraged. Then you glanced over to Tony, and see his mouth, "kick his ass" with a wink.

"Well then hotshot, let's see what you got in the ring," You say and hop into the ring with newfound confidence. The new guy scoffs, and steps into the ring, staring down at you. "The first one into a headlock loses," you say and he shrugs.

You dance around the ring a little and make your first move. His legs and really far apart, and you're small enough to slide right in between them and grab his ankle making him fall on his face. You flip around, but you are fast enough to get him into the armbar. He yelps in pain, "You said headlock!" he screams, "A real fight is never fair," You mutter and twist him into a headlock. You hold it for three seconds until he taps out. You stand up and walk off the ring, "It's pretty easy to beat up a guy your size. It took me only forty-five seconds." you taunt and walk to Tony.

Tony's smile grows as he sees you walk to him, "Still underestimated?" he questions and you over to the new agent rubbing his arm still sitting on the mat, looking disappointed. You shake your head, "Nah, and it's all thanks to you," you say, "No sweetheart, you did all the work, I just talked," Tony says, and kisses you.

"Now, let's celebrate by finishing our unfinished business," he flirted as he led you to your shared room.