Tony Stark turning villain x Villain male reader
Your friendship with Tony Stark was a well kept secret, because if anyone knew, both of you would be in deep trouble. It was also an impossible one; you the villain and him the hero.
Until you saw the first cracks. Until you realized that maybe, just maybe, you two could be on the same side.
Tw mention of PTSD, nightmares, manipulatives tendencies,
This is the first part. That part isnalmost 2 000 words ( like I think I'm missing 20) and we are barely at the half. So I decided to split in 2. The way it's going, it might be around 4 000 word 😂.
I also prefer splitting it so it is easier to read for my fellow Adhd reader.
Sunrise painted New York in gold and flames. The streets were already busy with workers going to their jobs and the others finally going home after a long night. Everyone lived in their own world; cellphones stuck on their ear, or headphones busting music no one else wanted to hear. They all shared the same blank face.
Then, there was you; a shadow walking in theirs. Not a soul noticed you, none cared about your existence. Just the way you liked it.
Burning coffees in hands, you headed straight for the new Stark's Tower. Hopefully, the Avengers were not visiting Tony and you two could share a calm morning. With your opposite sides, you sadly didn't see each other as much as you would have liked. Tony being a hero and you a well-known villain, you could not be seen together.
You remembered clearly the day you two bounded; New York was, surprisingly, being attacked by Aliens. Again. Good things never change, right?
You were busy trying to not end up dead when you saw the Iron Man pass above you, followed by a dozen of enemies. He was alone, his costumes damaged by the attacks. You immediately knew Iron Man was damned if no one came to his help.
Why did you run to his rescue, even you don't know.
But you are happy you did.
As you arrive at Stark Tower, you look around you. No sign of any Avengers.
- "Hello Y/n, Sir. How are you today?" Ask Friday's voice, almost making you jump out of your skin.
- "Pretty good, Fri' and you?" You try to ignore your heart pounding in your chest
- "Definitely better than you, Sir. Sorry for the scare. You'll be happy to know, that none of Sir's teammates will be around for a few days. However, Miss Potts will be here around five p.m and early in the morning. She and Sir are currently arguing in the meeting room. May I escort you to safety?"
Blinky a few times, you watched the doors open, inviting you in. God, you both loved and hates the sarcastic A.I. Because who wants to awkwardly wait in a room while your friend fights his girlfriend in the next? You apparently.
- "Alright, lead the way Fri'." You sigh.
After a few minutes of following Friday's lead, you entered what could be called a mix between a living room and a kitchen. There was a luxurious sofa and a home theater, but also a fridge, an oven, and a table with all the necessary to cook.
- "Well... Say Fri', if I cook breakfast, do you think Tony will eat it?" You asked, posing the coffee cups on the table.
- "Yeah, that's what I thought. Anything I could do to make him feel better? Or is that unlikely too?" This time, Friday did not answer. "I see. Guess I'll find something to occupy his mind. What if I disassembled the TV? Hey Friday, are there any tools around?"
- "In the closet at your left Sir."
- "Thanks! Let's make a mess for Tony, pretty girl" you chuckled, grabbing the tools.
An eternity later, or what felt like it, you heard shooting voices down the hallway. One masculine seemed to plaid to the feminine one who, angry, refused to listen more. Next, a door was closed so hard you swore you felt the floor shake. A few seconds later, Tony entered the room, his eyes tearing up.
You stared at each other, you eyeing him up and down, worried about what you were seeing and him processing the fact you sat on the floor surrounded by what used to be his TV. The silence was deafening, neither him nor you daring to break it. Frozen in place, you even wondered what to do.
Tony was only the shadow of the man you last saw; his clothes were all too big for him. The black circles under his eyes had him look like someone punched him in each, twice. The genius also looked dead tired and about to break.
- "So, I guess you won't want to pass some quality time with me by rebuilding your TV?" You finally got the courage to ask.
- "You're a fucking idiot. Why did you..."
- "Well, you see, it's quite funny! I know you love creating and assembling things, and Friday told me about you and your girl fighting, so... I thought you would like to change your mind, and rebuilding a TV seemed a good idea back then."
Tony just stared at you, processing everything you just said. With a sigh, and rolling his eyes, he closed the door behind him.
- "I hope you bought coffee."
- "On the table gorgeous. Just reheat it. Mind bringing me mine?"
- "After what you did to my TV? Get off your ass and come take it yourself." Tony half snapback and you bite your cheek.
- "Rude, man!" You chuckle, but it sounds wrong. Because there is nothing funny about seeing Tony so upset for such a little thing. "So, what the fuck happened? Did she find a picture of you with Victoria's angel?" You ask, grabbing your coffee before purring it in a clean mug.
- "My armor almost broke her wrist this night, because I was having a nightmare and I don't know if she is still my 'girlfriend' or if everything is over." Tony slammed the microwave's door, before hiding his face in his hand.
- "I... I... Damn, you made an armor you can control while out of it? That incredible!"
- "You're kidding right?" Tony asked, staring at you in disbelief. "There is no way you can find it 'incredible'!"
- "Tony, dear, you blasted me off a rooftop and it was the hottest thing you have ever done to me" you replied, pointing at him with your index. "So I ain't going to be frightened by an empty armor potentially breaking my wrist."
Tony Stark gaped at you, trying to come up with a reply, but found none. Instead, the hero took his coffee once the microwave finished reheating it. The man then headed to the mess left in his living room.
Smirking victoriously, you did the same.
- "So, you started having nightmares again. I hope your girl helps you with them. I know how exhausting it can be, both physically and -"
- "I stop you right there mate, no one is supporting me. No one cares about my nightmare or what I have to say about them" Tony cut you, voice slightly shaking with anger. "I've been told to stop being dramatic, to get over it, that we won!" You watch as his knuckles turn white on the screwdriver.
- "Well, your friends sound like assholes." You replied, raising an eyebrow at him. "Tony, you've been through hell back and forth I don't know how many times. Of course, you are going to have nightmares. You can't just get over so many traumatic experiences by snapping your fingers, or acting as if nothing happened. What... Those... I mean you call them your friends? Tony are you serious?"
- "Of course I do! We are friends" You can hear Tony trying to not snap at you, but you don't care.
- "Well, it's a one-sided friendship! Because if they really were, your friends I mean, they would not be saying those things."
Abandoning the tools he was using, Tony grabbed his mug before getting on his feet and pointing a finger at you.
- "Enough with..." Tony agitated his hands in the air, "with whatever you are trying to do." The man doesn't even try to hide his anger anymore
- "What I'm trying to do is to get you to open your eyes, Tony. I dare you to prove me wrong." You replied, stepping closer to the billionaire, a smirk on your lips. "Go on, defend them, Tony."
Anthony Stark only stares at you, his coffee mug shacking in his hand. Tears threaten to escape his eyes, but the hero fights them off. It pains you to cause him so much lain, like a knife in your heart, but you also know you are right.
- "Steve... Steve wouldn't lie to me. He despises liars! So of course he won't -"
- "Then why won't he tell you what or who he is chasing, using your money?" You cut him, chuckling "He always avoids the question, telling you to trust him. C'mon Tony, you can do better."
- "Natasha -" his voice is already losing its biting
- "Is a trained assassin. She'll put a bullet between your eyes in a second if the S.H.I.L.D asked her to." You get closer and Tony steps back until his back hit the wall. Putting your hands on each side of his head, you get yours closer until your nose brushes his. "C'mon Tony. When did your so-called friends get your back? When did they take a blast for you? Surrounded for you? Trusted you?" You chase away a tear with your thumb. "When do they seek your presence as I do? Do they ever risk their freedom just to be with you, like me? Do they ever stop asking for more? More money, more technology, more everything... Do they ever thank you?"
- "Please, stop..." You hear him beg before you cup his face in your hands, letting his tears wet them.
- "We both know the answer, Tony. No."
A broken sob escaped Tony's lips as you took him in a tight hug. You heard his mug shattering on the ground before his hands grabbed your shirt and Tony buried his head against your shoulder. Petting his head, you whispered in his ear;
- "They would sacrifice you for the smallest of victory, but I would burn the world to a crisp to protect you." Tony's grip tightened on your shirt. "It's the difference between them and I Tony. You are barely a provider for their need. Someone they can use to have whatever they want. And if something goes wrong, you are the perfect scapegoat." You hug him closer to you as his sobs get harsher and tear wet you. "But I don't care about your money, Tony; I have my own. You are all that matters. I love our little conversations, seeing your eyes light up when you take the time to explain things to me." You smiled, pinching gently his side. "I love when we pass time together, building little things like that toaster."
Slowly, giving Tony time to stop you, you take him in your arms. Hands-on his thighs, surprised he lets you do as you please, you carry him to the sofa where you sit with him on your lap. As he cried, you gently scratch his scalp and caress his back.
Those cracks in his trust toward his friends, and his girlfriend, could switch the balance. Maybe, just maybe, you could yourselves on the same side. Or at least, have Tony stop being an Avengers.
You hated yourself, however, for using Tony's weak state to manipulate him in this way. But it was a perfect time; his love was angry at him, and his friends doing shitty things behind his back. They had it coming!
You stay like this for what felt like an hour before realizing Tony stopped crying but wasn't moving.
- "Tony? Are you ok?" You asked, gently chasing his hair from his face, only to realize he fell asleep. "Guess I can't move now hm... Good dreams Tony" you smiled, closing your eyes.
A nap didn't sound so bad after all.
"Loving him is a sin; of that I’m fully aware. But a sinner I am."
Bella Jewel, Number Thirteen
