Avengers Preferences

First date

Tony Stark/Iron Man: You arrive several minutes after seven - the numbers on the radio display say five past - but when you park, your car is the only one there. Only a few lights show in the mansion windows, and you start to worry that the party has been canceled and that you, the only one too stubborn to let Tony have your number, are the only one not to know.

The door opens before you reach it to reveal Tony's butler - Sleepy? Dopey? No, Happy - who looks as imposing and uncomfortable as always. "Miss Y/L/N," he says, stepping aside to let you enter. "Mr. Stark is waiting for you."

He leads you further into the house, and you lick your lips nervously when he opens a large door and gestures for you to step inside. You have no idea what's going on, and the hundred questions that are on the tip of your tongue die as soon as you see what's waiting for you.

The room you're in is a small, cozy living area, intimately lit by several lamps and a low fire in a central hearth. Low-slung couches and chairs make a semicircle that faces a huge flat screen TV on one wall. There's a meal for two on the table in front of the largest couch, and rock music is playing at a moderate volume over invisible speakers.

You turn to face Happy, but he's gone. In his place is the one and only Tony Stark, who's looking at you with a cocky grin. "Hey Y/N. You look nice."

You tug at the hem of your blouse and brush your hair behind your ear reflexively. "What is this, Tony?"

His grin slips slightly. "A party."

"I'm the only one here."

"A small party by invitation only. And only one invitation was sent," he elaborates, then adds, "It's also known as a date."

"A . . . date," you repeat, still staring at him. He's starting to look worried, but you smack him on the arm. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Just trying to leave an impression," Tony says, echoing your sentiment from your last phone call.

You crack a slight smile, turning back into the room. "Well, I'd say that you've succeeded."

Tony steps into the room and shuts the door behind him. "Then shall we?"

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Several hours later you're slouched comfortably on the touch, throat dry from your rendition of Foreigner's "Hot Blooded". A quick drink solves that, and you set the glass down before the couch jostles as Tony joins you. "I had no idea you could sing like that. You're a powerhouse, woman."

You laugh, bumping his shoulder with yours. "There's a lot that you still don't know about me."

"Then how about another date to learn more?"

You turn to look at him and find that you're face to face. For a moment you're frozen that way, but as soon as Tony starts to lean in you turn your head.

"Ah, sorry. No kissing until at least the third date," you say, grinning at him from a safe distance.

Tony looks briefly gobsmacked about being rejected, but recovers quickly. "You're going to just draw this out, aren't you?"

"Gotta keep you interested, genius," you say with a smug grin. You lean over to grab a pen from your purse, and scribble your number on a napkin. "You did earn this, though."

"Finally! One of the great secrets of the universe revealed," Tony teases, making you giggle.

He makes a point of walking you out to your car when you finally leave, and you spend nearly another half hour talking before you put the keys in the ignition.