rude but logical
Tony enters the kitchen to find Ikol by the stove, stirring something in a pan. Tony can smell the meat, hear it searing and it’s so weird because he never dreamed a dream this vivid.
“what ya doin?” he asks as he sits at the island, head in his hand and a smile creeping up on his face as Ikol states. “you always wanted to try Asgardian food”
Tony’s eyes widen as they make eye contact “you’re cooking for me?”
Ikol frowns as she makes her way around the counter “of course” she states before leaning down and connecting their lips. Tony takes a sharp inhale from the shock of Ikol’s cold lips against his own, but he instantly melts like ice meeting fire. Ikol pulls away as she states “because if you cooked we would get food poisoning”
Tony pouts, “rude” he states as Ikol walks back over to the stove to stir up the frying meat with a chuckle. “did I ever show you any of my moms recipes?”
Ikol shakes his head “yes and that’s just about the only thing you can cook that’s edible”
Ikol smiles at him and Tony rolls his eyes. “I can make a deadly lasagna”
Ikol barks out a laugh as she retorts “please do not use the word ‘deadly’ when we are talking about your cooking”
“aw come on” Tony whines “my cooking is not that bad”
Ikol leans against the island and says “yes it is” and Tony’s face falls “on the bright side” Ikol rounds the island and Tony instinctively turns towards her. Allowing herself to stand between his thighs as she says “you make up for it in bed” and kisses him as an apology.
And when she pulls away Tony is wearing a smile, completely forgetting about how she just called down his cooking skills, he mumbles “how did I get so lucky?”
She shrugs, placing her arms on his shoulders “I ask myself the same thing every day”
Tony leans his head forward, resting their foreheads together to hide his smile as he says “I love you Kol”
“I love you too”
He tried to go back to sleep, he tried so hard to sleep but after a couple hours he had no choice but to give up. He gets up, dragging himself out of bed and out of the room and once he gets into the hallway he swears he’s still sleeping.
He blinks a couple times, expecting Ikol to disappear from her spot on the floor. She’s curled up in a ball and visibly shaking “kol?” Tony whispers and the ball replies with a moan.
That’s when the panic started, he inches closer and calls out “Kol?” again, a little bit louder this time and he gets a louder moan in response and then the panic really set in.
His heart starts beating so hard that it hurts, almost distracting himself from Ikol laying on the floor. Almost, he kneels down beside her and gently turns her face so she’s not sticking her nose in the ground “Kol? hey, what happened?”
She opens an eye to look at him but quickly closes it, “sick” she slurs out and tries to sit up but her arm gives out halfway. She would have face planted the floor if Tony wasn’t fast enough but thankfully he is.
Tony says “ok we gotta get you back into bed” as he tries to pull her up but her leg shakes, making Tony realize how weak she really is right now. “can I?”
“no” Ikol answers almost instantly, her tone almost makes Tony back off completely. She successfully sits up and takes a deep breath “I can walk” she says confidently despite using Tony and the wall to pull herself up.
She seems fine as she lets go and takes a step, but as soon as she lifts the other foot her knees give out from the weight. Causing her to stumble into the wall so hard that Tony can hear a crack from the impact.
“ah” she moans in pain, holding her face as she slides down the wall. “that hurt”
Tony’s heart twists so he holds out a hand to her “come on, let me help” he nearly begs and after a second of contemplation Ikol takes his hand. Tony hauls her to her feet and she basically collapses into his arms
Tony sighs, hoping that Ikol won’t strangle him for this. He leaves a hand on her back while he uses his arms to scoop up her legs, she is lighter than he expected. Probably from puking so much.
She groans and buries her face in his shoulder “sorry” he apologizes quietly as he carries her to her room. FRIDAY opening the door for them without a command
Tony carefully lays her down, seeing as she fell asleep within the minute it took to get into her room. He stands up and gently pulls the blanket up over her, she doesn’t move at all apart from the soft, weak breaths she’s taking.
Tony thought that giving everyone their own bathrooms was too much but now he regrets it, because Ikol has to go down the hall instead of just across her own room.
But you know who does have their own bathroom? Tony
he calls out “Kol?” quietly, hoping that she wouldn’t hear but she did.
“hmm?”
“I have a bathroom in my room”
“good f’r you”
Tony rolls his eyes “I mean, you could stay in my room while you’re sick”
“no”
Tony raises a brow, watching her turn onto her side and face away from him “okay” he stands up “keep crawling down the hall and let someone else find you next time”
Everyone already thinks she’s weak, she doesn’t need to solidify their beliefs anymore that she already has. “wait” she blurts.
Tony hides his smile, despite already knowing what Ikol is gonna say he turns around asking “yes?”
Ikol’s gaze drops, seeing that Tony is getting exactly what he wants “you’re rude” she mumbles as she sits up, swaying slightly.
Tony lets his smirk break free this time “rude but logical”
Ikol rolls her eyes, letting Tony haul her out of bed and carry her to the elevator, up to his room above the lounge. Right beside Natasha and Clint’s room.
Tony had weird system when it came to their rooms. The original Avengers all had suites upstairs, the new Avengers had their rooms on the same floor as the lounge or below it. People got to pick their room and it seems, everyone that once occupied the rooms below the lounge just so happened to be snapped.
Or maybe Tony moved their rooms to avoid reminding the others that they failed.
Tony is like that, he pays attention, he always makes choices with good intentions in mind. He didn’t think that bringing Ikol upstairs would cause such a commotion.
“are you out of your mind?” Clint nearly yells at him “why would you-“
“it’s my damn room” Tony interrupts “I don’t know why you care so much, not like I threw her in your room”
“no you threw her beside me”
Tony sighs, knowing that Clint still has reservations about Ikol. More than reservations actually, Clint fucking hates her. “she can barely walk” Tony points out “she won’t be able to kill you in your sleep if that’s what you’re thinking- in fact I just gave you the perfect opportunity to kill her”
“I don’t want to kill her” Clint corrects him “I just don’t want to he around her”
“then go home!” Tony snaps “you have a house for that exact reason” Tony instantly regrets saying that as soon as he watches Clint’s entire posture fall. His face becoming blank, his shoulders dropping as he blinks wildly, overcome with emotion. “Clint I’m sorry-“
Clint starts walking away “no you’re right, I have a home”
“Clint-“
“it’s okay, I should go home to my family”
That hurt, Tony swallows because he knows exactly how that feels, losing everyone and not wanting to go home because it’s so quiet without them. Thus why Tony feels like a piece of shit as he watches Clint walk away with Natasha not far behind him.