There is You are a worker at Avengers tower. Kinda like a maid, but you hate that title. Everyone loved you and knew you by name; everyone BUT Tony. That handsome bitch didn't even give a shit about you. It shouldn't matter to you. The pay was crap, and you only took it to keep a roof over your head. You could've quit months ago, but noooooo. Your feelings had to get in the way. Feelings for Stark.
You don't know whether is was his "hot-as-hell" good looks, or his snarky attitude, but your feelings grew, refraining you from quitting this job. You don't even understand why you like him, because he never pays attention to you, and when he does, he's always rude.
You are walking down the hall with a tall stack of papers, when Tony rounded a corner. That lil' shit ran right into you, causing you to drop every piece of paper.
"Oh my god, I am so done! You are a total bitchass! I've always hoped you'd notice me, give me a raise or something, but you probably won't, you think you're cooler than me! You are so full of yourself! You never pay attention to anyone but yourself and people who come with benefits! You got designer shades just to hide your face, and you wear 'em around like it ain't shit. But you don't know the way that you look when your steps make that much noise," you rant, finally done with everything you've had to put up with, "I got you all figured out, you need everyone's eyes just to feel seen."
"Listen lady," he starts before you rudely interrupt him, not caring about what he has to say.
"And you never say hey, or remember my name! Calling me lady, or not even speaking to me! No thanks, or pleases! I'm done with you, asshole! I'm quitting!"
He stares at you, blinking slowly, before snickering.
"You think this is funny?" you asked.
"No," he says, "it's probably not? Is this very terrible? Is this so terrible? It is, it is terrible."
"What do you mean?" you yell, anger consuming your voice.
"I can't date someone who works for me! It's not a celebrity thing, its a work thing that's annoying as hell. I wanted you to quit so I could date you, and we wouldn't get fired!" he yells back at you.
"But you don't even know me!" you yell.
"You come here at 8 on the dot with a cup of hot spear mint tea. Before you go to your office, you stop by the labs to say hi to FitzSimmons. Your routine changes throughout the day, but I do know that after work you stop by the Shield Memorial Wall to pay respects to your aunt, and sometimes even play a song on the piano in the lobby. You might talk to some people, but you never leave later than 5."
"Why didn't you tell me?" you continue screaming.
"Because I've never felt love like this!!" he argues.
"It's healthy to share your feelings!" you shout, getting up in his face.
"Yeah, well I like you VERY MUCH!!!" he yells, his voice getting increasingly louder.
"Then why are we yelling?" you question, your volume not changing in the slightest.
"I don't..."
You don't know what got into you, but you grabbed his tie and yanked him down, attaching his lips to yours. His eyes went wide with surprise. When you pulled back, he just stood there looking like a deer in headlights.
"At least now I know how to shut you up."
Still holding onto his tie, you start to back up, dragging him along with you. You backed up right into a closet. That's when he regained his composure, and pushed you up against the back wall.
He stares into your eyes for a moment, before kissing you. You pull on his tie more to bring him closer to you. He swipes his tongue along your bottom lip for permission to enter, but you deny it. He quickly wraps his hands around you, squeezing you ass which causes you to moan. He takes the chance to plunge him tongue into your mouth, exploring every nook and cranny.
He taps your thigh, signally for you to jump. You comply, wrapping your legs around his toned torso, and your arms around his neck. He holds you up by you ass, and pushes you against the wall more for his waist to keep you supported. You roll your lips lightly, making him groan.
He pulls back, and you lightly whimper, thinking your time together may be done, until...
"Jarvis, clear my schedule for today."
