Y/N, at 19 years old, possessed more ballsiness than Tony had in his entire life, which...is saying something. The short, brave hearted young woman had marched into the kitchen while Tony made coffee at the unholy hour of 7am, the man turning as she approached.
âY/N/N, good morning, you want some c-â
Y/N had cut him off, using her mutation to knock the coffee cup out of his hand.
âOk. Dramatic.â The mug shattered on the floor and she stepped closer to him.
âShut up, Tony. Iâm so tired of this,â she said, vaguely gesturing between them.
Tony didnât bother asking what exactly she was tired of. He knew exactly, because he was absolutely exhausted by the same thing.
He was exhausted with skirting around her. Tired of subtly flirting. Tired of his stupid longing glances. Tired of not being able to be there for her like he wanted to. Tired of not being with her.
Tony sighed, annoyed that he had to be the one with propriety and morals.
âBabe, I know, but we canât. We just canât, and weâll probably never be able to. It wouldnât look right, and it sure as hell wouldnât go over well with the team or the public. We need to st-â
Y/N cut him off again, rolling her eyes.
âGod, Tony, since when do you give a shit about that? Since when did you think that I give a shit about that? Weâve been skirting around this for almost a year.â
Tony sighed, feeling his resolve start to crumble, but still trying to argue.
âI started giving a shit when we got close and I started wanting to protect your reputation,â
Y/N inched closer, a smirk growing on her lips. âDonât care about that.â
âAnd when half of our friends openly voiced their disapproval with that whole tabloid fiasco,â Tony said quieter.
The incident he referred to involved an innocent picture of the two of them sat in a coffee shop, printed with the large headline âYOUNGEST AVENGER SEEKS SUGAR DADDY IN TONY STARKâ, and it was a nightmare to deal with to say the least.
âDonât care about that either.â Y/Nâs hands were on his chest, inching up toward his face.
âAnd because you have your entire life ahead of you to make bad decisions, not held down by some dude in a metal suit,â
Y/N had threaded her hands through Tonyâs hair, raised on her tip-toes to practically press her forehead against his.
âTony.â
Tony couldnât have broken eye contact if he wanted to.
âYeah?â
Y/N was so close that her lips brushed his as she spoke.
âStop trying to convince yourself you donât want this.â
Tony would have laughed if Y/N hadnât immediately kissed him.
It started as a fairly innocent, âfirst-time-kissing-each-otherâ kiss, but quickly devolved. Tonyâs hands tangled in her hair, something that he had always wanted to do. Y/N wrapped her arms around Tonyâs neck, deepening the kiss. Y/N was unable to stay on her toes and began to pull away, so Tony hoisted her up by the backs of her thighs. Y/N instinctively wrapped her legs around Tonyâs waist as he set her on the counter.
Before things could get further carried away, an angry shout interrupted the new almost-couple.
âStark what the fuck!?â
Tony and Y/N broke apart, fairly leisurely and uncaring, to find Clint and Nat standing in the entrance of the floor.
Nat had a shit-eating grin on her face, that Y/N answered with one of her own. Clint, however, looked livid. He was dangerously calm as he spoke. âTony, sheâs a kid. Nineteen years old. Youâre not anywhere near that age. What the hell are you doing?â
Tony, his hands still firmly on Y/Nâs waist, answered calmly. âThat I was in the middle of something and you very rudely interrupted.â
Clint all but growled as he began to stalk forward, stopped by Natashaâs firm hand on his arm. Nat immediately jumped to the coupleâs defense, placing a hand on Clintâs shoulder as she began to talk at him in her soft, convincing tones. She sent a wink Y/Nâs way as she turned Clint around to speak with him.
Before Tony joined in to defend himself and Y/N, he took her hand and whispered to her.
âWeâre gonna do this. All or nothing.â
Y/N squeezed his hand and looked up at him, smiling softly. âAll or nothing.â
Sometimes their best wasnât good enough.
The team was sat around the coffee table, their pseudo after-party making for a better time than the actual party that had been thrown. Y/N sat perched on Tony's lap, the couple having moved past the embarrassment of PDA.
At 20 and 45, the pair knew they had quite the age difference. They just didnât care. When their relationship had gone public, after the shit-storm that was convincing the team Tony wasn't taking advantage of Y/N, all was well a year later.
Vivian let her head fall on Tony's chest, her smaller frame practically wrapped in his larger one as Thor dropped his hammer on the coffee table in silent challenge. Clint spoke up in answer first, the rest of the team following.
First went Clint, who laughed like a good sport when he couldnât get it up. Y/N laughed and Tony saw the innuendo from a mile away.
Tony went next, citing simple physics.
Clint gestured grandly to the hammer, his face smug. âBy all means, Stark, be my guest!"
Tony winked at Y/N and looked to Thor. âSo, if I lift this, Y/N/N and I then rule Asgard?"
Thor nodded indulgently, a smug smile pulling at his lips. âYes, of course. You'd have to get married, though."
Y/N choked on the drink she was sipping, causing Natasha and Steve to laugh. Tony rolled his eyes, tightening his grip on the hammer and pulling.
Y/N stood, kissing his cheek when he couldnât lift it, smirking at his expense.
"Don't take it personally, love. Obviously, we can't all be as worthy and strong as Thor."
Tony narrowed his eyes. âI'll be right back."
When his repulsors couldnât lift the hammer, he recruited Rhodey. When neither of them could lift it, they sighed and sat back down, Y/N again perching herself across Tonyâs lap.
"Holy hell, Point Break."
Next was Bruce, who even after trying to go green, couldnât lift Mjölnir. Steve moved it, but only barely. Natasha refused to try. Y/N stood and used her mutation to lift it off of the table, smirking when everyone booed. Tony wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, pulling her into his chest as everyone began talking amongst themselves.
"That was...astoundingly hot."
Y/N smiled, turning in Tonyâs arms and wrapping her arms loosely around his neck, "On a scale of 1 to 10, how bad does your pride hurt?"
Tony pouted playfully, moving a piece of hair out of Y/Nâs face. "Enough for you to kiss it better?"
Y/N laughed at the bad line, but leaned in anyways. Just she was about to kiss him senseless, a loud crash came from behind the team.
Everyone turned, eyes widening when one of Tonyâs armories came limping into the room. They all got to their feet and Y/N and Tony reluctantly broke apart.
Yeah. Sometimes their best wasnât enough.
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The next time Tony and Y/N were interrupted was by something completely out of their control. As if any of the other times were. Although her heart hurt that a part of her family refused to agree to the Accords, something to keep everyone safe, she stood with Natasha, Tony, and Rhodey in Vienna.
Natasha was speaking to the prince of Wakanda and Y/N was looking out across the city, stood in front of the glass wall at the head of the room.
Tony paused his conversation with Rhodes, his sights set on his fiancé who was standing alone, looking like she was brooding. He came up behind her, his hand coming to rest at the small of her back.
âWeâre starting soon, babe.â He wrapped his arm firmly around her waist as they walked to their seats, the action still managing to bring a red hue to her face even after almost two years.
Y/N smiled up at Tony, her hand coming to rest on his cheek. The stress he was under was visible. His eyes were dim, bags resting under them. His face was set in a permanent frown. Y/N hated seeing him like this.
âIâm sorry that this is causing so much tension. But I have your back, Tony. I love you.â
King Tâchaka had started talking, but Tony wasnât listening. From their place in the back of the room, he could only see and hear Y/N. She was all that mattered at the moment, all that was keeping him grounded.
âI love you too.â
He was leaning in to press his lips to hers when suddenly there was a shout and it seemed like the world was exploding. All he saw was Y/Nâs wide eyes before he was covering her with himself, their interruption at the back of his mind.
Sitting outside of the UN, his arm tightly around Y/N, Tonyâs scowl was set in deeper than before.
They couldnât catch a fucking break.
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Tony and Y/N were interrupted this time for the last time. And Tony would give anything to be interrupted with her again.
Anything.
Tony was standing, his side still burning, stinging with the sensation of being stabbed by his own blade. Strange sat a meter away, his eyes gazing ahead into the distance of Titan as he contemplated their next move.
He barely had any damn time to think before the other inhabitants of the planet began crumbling into dust. Literal dust.
First Mantis. Then Drax. Quill. Strange, whose parting words were ominous, confusing and in no way comforting.
âThere was no other way, Tony.â
All that was left was him, Peter, and Y/N, but that didnât seem to last long, as Y/N cried out from behind him. She was holding Peter as he gripped her arms like a lifeline, sputtering and rambling tearfully about how he didnât feel right, about not wanting to die. Y/Nâs tears streaked down her face as Tony took his place by her side, gripping onto Peter and lying to his face that everything would be fine.
If Strangeâs last words were ominous, Peterâs took any hope that Tony had for victory and survival away.
âIâm sorry.â
In the tense quiet that followed, Y/Nâs ears began to ring. Tony, his hands covered in what was left of Peter, turned in time to see Y/N fall to her knees, bracing herself with one hand.
âY/N, no! Goddamnit, no!â
Tony all but crawled over to where Y/N was hunched over, her breathing growing labored, her sniffles becoming sobs as she realized her fate. âY/N, dear God, please donât do this.â
Y/N was sobbing in Tonyâs arms, heaving as her hands began crumbling away. âI donât want to leave you! I canât leave you here! We only got two years!â
Tonyâs hands were gripping the sides of her face, her neck, her hair, anywhere his hands could reach in an attempt to prolong her shortening life. He didnât realize he was crying until his tears began to land on Y/Nâs face where she laid in his arms.
Tony was a man of science. He knew that it wasnât possible for a human heart to physically break. But he was sure now that wasnât true, because his was cracking and shattering.
âThen donât. Y/N, please, donât.â
Tears running in streams down her cracking face, Y/N met Tonyâs eyes one more time. âI love you so much.â
Tony closed his eyes, his fists clenching painfully as Y/N drifted away from him. His silent grief screamed across the cosmos, crying out to all that would hear it as he fell to the ground, his arms crossed tightly as he mourned quietly.
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