A/N: Here's the first of many one-shots to come. And who better to kick it off then the superhero that started all the fun.
Character: Tony Stark / Iron Man
Prompt: Did You Miss Me by Olly Murs (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L-D4V4-kZ5I)
Warnings: General fluffiness and so forth.
Length: 1302 words
Did You Miss Me?
You sighed again, throwing your body onto the couch in exasperation. Tony had been away for a total of five weeks now, and it wasn't getting any easier. Truthfully, you were normally comfortable with Tony's short missions away. Besides worrying over his wellbeing, you had time to catch up with some girlfriends and concentrate on work.
But this month was different.
Work had been terrible, your uterus had been tortured by the worst period you had ever experienced, all your girlfriends were away on holiday, and you'd had a car accident in your Jaguar F Type. A birthday present Tony had given you six months prior, to your great dismay and embarrassment.
Sighing loudly for a second time, you glanced around the spacious lounge area you shared with Tony on the top level of Stark Tower. How much longer would he be away? The rooms seemed so large and empty without the Avengers. Your eyes trailed to the bar, almost hoping that somehow a relaxed Tony would be seated with a scotch and his latest gadget in front of him, perhaps chatting to Bruce. But no one was there. Your only company was the glistening buildings of New York City shining clearly in the night.
Well not your only company.
"Jarvis, you reckon you could order me some of that pizza from that place on 43rd?" you muttered, shoving your face into the couch cushion and hoping you could stay there forever.
"This will be the fifth time this week you have had takeout, Miss (Y/L/N)."
"What's that supposed to mean Jarvis?" you mumbled with an eye roll. "Didn't we talk about using a judgemental tone?"
"Yes, of course. I only wished to remind you for heath reasons. I'll ring them at once."
A robot was reminding you of your health. Terrific.
"Ohh, and Jarvis?"
"Yes, ma'am?"
"Make sure they put extra cheese on it."
"Certainly."
After twenty minutes of watching Netflix, Jarvis informed you that the pizza delivery boy was waiting downstairs. Was it sad to think that this was the most excited you'd been all week? Prancing down the stairs, you retrieved the humongous pizza box and seated yourself once again on the lounge.
This was the best you'd felt since Tony had left. Pj's, Netflix, Pizza and a comfy couch. Now if only Tony...
You jumped violently.
Loud music had burst from the surround speakers, overriding your TV Show. The pizza box fell to the floor in your movement of shock.
"What have you been doing since I've been away?
Have you been good? Have you been bad? Did you behave?" sang the speakers.
You jumped to your feet looking around in shock. Was this a practical joke? Was Ultron back and ready to torment everyone? You dared not get your hopes up that Tony was home.
"I can tell that you miss me, 'cause your eyes give it away,
I know you can't resist me, so tell me, tell me, tell me, girl that you're listening.
I need to know you care, you know I'm dying to feel it, so show me, show me, show me that you missed me."
The music dimmed as a solid clunk echoed around the room. Iron Man had landed on the Stark Tower landing plate. Of course. Stark never made a dull entrance. Ever. You let out a cry of shock, running behind the bar and out onto the pad.
The faceplate flipped up as you laid eyes on him. The robotic arms didn't even have a chance at removing the suit before you threw yourself forwards into Tony's waiting arms.
"Woah there baby! Someone's a little eager," he chuckled, letting his strong metal arms cradle and steady you against his steel chest.
"Rightfully so!" you murmured, taking in his dishevelled hair, weary eyes and three-day growth.
"I missed you so much," he purred, leaning his head down and resting in the nape of your neck.
"I missed you as well," you whispered, running your hand smoothly over his shoulder. "Now why don't you get out of that suit and I'll show you how much!"
He seemed to like that idea. He absentmindedly rested you to the ground, the robotic arms now able to remove the plating freely. His eyes trailed after you as you swayed your hips back into the bar area, grabbing his favourite whiskey and two glasses from the top shelf.
When you met eyes with a de-suited Tony, his gaze was hungry.
"Do you know how hard it is? Pretty much being stuck with a bunch of guys for such a long period of time?"
You laughed, watching as his eyes finally return to your own. "What about Nat?"
He rolled his eyes. That was enough of an answer. Sometimes you didn't think Tony classified Nat as human, let alone a woman. Your budding friendship with the master assassin had even taken you by surprise. It was only six months ago that you'd been too intimidated to even talk to her.
As you poured whiskey into each glass, his warm arms enveloped your torso.
"I love you (Y/N). You know that don't you? I love you so much."
"I'm well aware," you grinned softly as his hands roamed your stomach, creeping suggestively higher to your chest. You swatted them away gently, handing him his glass and heading back to the couch.
"I was just watching some TV," you muttered distantly as he sat beside you. The look in his eyes was taking your breath away. Your extended separation had done nothing for your poor heart. It thundered recklessly as his brown orbs softened, taking both whiskey glasses and placing them on the nearby table.
You had forgotten how it felt to be in the presence of Tony. Often he was an annoying and arrogant idiot who determinedly pressed your buttons to get a reaction. But when you were alone, you loved the person who surfaced. A gentle and slightly insecure man with a heart of gold – and the exterior package was an added bonus.
His nicely muscled chest was evident against the tight Under Armour shirt he was wearing. You recognised it slightly. He'd probably borrowed it from Cap after running out of clothes – those of which he'd most likely forgotten to pack or couldn't be bother washing.
Your breathing paused as his angular chin pulled into a subtle smile. He'd seen you checking him out. His eyes glowed in excitement as his forehead rested against your own.
"T...Tony?"
"Hmmm?" He hummed in response.
"I love you too," you replied, your voice raspy and slightly breathless.
His eyes danced with happiness as his lips captured your own. It took a few seconds before you responded. You smiled slightly against his embrace. He truly was the best kisser. You decided to push his limit, knowing exactly his weakness. Very gently you grazed his bottom lip with your teeth. A breathy moan escaped his throat as you chuckled softly. He was mere putty in your capable hands.
You broke apart, looking at his disgruntled frown at the loss of contact.
"Honey, it's great and all that you're back. But my pizza is going cold," you purred, sliding past him to grab the box.
He growled slightly, grabbing your waist with his large hands.
"Babe, your boyfriend just came home from a dangerous mission that took what? 5 weeks? And you're gunna turn him down for some pizza?" the small grin on his face reflected his amusement.
"You gotta have your priorities right, Stark. And this pizza is pretty good," you teased, grabbing the whiskey bottle and pizza box and seductively walking towards your bedroom.
"Now you're talking!" Tony murmured, jumping up from the couch and pursuing you quickly down the hall.
He was determined to make that song come true.