Summary: “If someone said three years from now, you’d be long gone, I’d stand up and punch them out.” The song used for these three fics is: ‘Who Knew’ by P!nk.
Requested: Nope
Warnings: Tony punches a guy
Author’s Note: Three parts with three different Marvel guys. This is part one, with Tony, obviously. Hopefully it doesn’t suck.
The lights pulsed, and music blared through the speakers at another of Tony's crazy parties. The party man himself, though, was currently sitting on the couch as he watched his girlfriend move on the dance floor. She was caught up in the music, and he didn't think she would stop. Which was fine by him. It took him hours just to get her to start dancing. And so much longer just to be his girlfriend.
He smiled as he thought about all those times he pined after her. Her adamant refusals, and how hard he worked to prove to her that he was worth it.
He happily sipped his drink.
It had only been a few months, but it had been the best few months of his life. He was sure he loved her, and he was thinking about spending the rest of his life with her.
Someone sat down next to Tony. Without glancing in their direction, the billionaire said, "Sorry, buddy. No autographs tonight."
"I've seen it. The future. I know what will happen."
Tony finally turned to the man. His eyes were bloodshot and his hair was unkept. He looked like a mess, and Tony wondered how he had gotten in.
"You may want to lay off the drinks for the rest of the night man. You're looking a bit... Trashed."
Tony gave the man a cheeky smile and started to rise, but the stranger's hand reached out and grabbed Tony's arm. He pulled himself up, and stood close enough for Tony to feel the man's breath on his neck. Tony was about to call security, when the man whispered, "I know what will happen to her." He pointed shakily toward Y/N. Tony glanced at her dancing with a smile on her face. Then he turned back toward the man. He glared into the stranger's eyes and told him fiercely, "I don't know what your trying to pull here, buddy, but if you’re threatening Y/N, you picked the wrong guy to tell."
"No no! It’s not a threat. It’s too late to be a threat. She will die three years from now, and there is nothing you can do."
Tony's fist shot out and struck the man in his jaw. He hit the ground with a thud, and the room seemed to stop. Tony growled, "Say that again and see what happens."
Immediately, you were at his side. You looked between Tony and the man on the floor, and asked, "Tony, what did you do!?" Before he could answer, though, the man on the ground began to chuckle to himself. The chuckling grew to laughter as Tony called security. As they dragged the man away, his laughter became maniac.
Tony could hear you next to him, asking, "Who was that guy?" He replied in all honesty, "I don't know." He couldn't take his eyes away from the exit where the stranger had been dragged. Even when you shrugged and told him, "Probably just some crazy person." With his eyes still locked on the door, and the man's words still floating through his mind, Tony absently agreed, "Yeah, probably."
