Tony
"If you pay attention, you might just find out," you told Natasha with a wink before walking out into the group of arguing superheroes.
"Come on, Tony, I'm ready to go," you said, grabbing him by the arm.
"You hear that, fellas? I'm the one she's asking to take her home tonight," Tony said with a smug expression.
"Uh huh, because you were my ride. Now, come on."
You and Tony slowly made your way out to the parking lot, your hand not leaving his arm as you walked. There was no conversation between the two of you, with the silence only being broken by your occassional yawning.
When you got in the car, you snuggled into the seat as best you could and shut your eyes. You were still wearing Tony's jacket, which you wrapped around yourself as tightly as possible. Its warmth combined with the slight scent of cologne that clung to the fabric had you dangerously close to falling asleep.
Beside you, Tony started the car and drove it out of the parking lot and onto the road without saying a word.
Several minutes passed before he finally said, "Um, you know, there's something I've been wanting to talk to you about. I...uh
...wow...it's funny, isn't it? I can flirt with you all day long, but I can't manage to say what it is I really need to say. And...you're asleep," he added with a snort.
You hadn't actually fallen asleep, but you didn't open your eyes and acknowledge him either, hoping he might continue where he left off.
"Of course you are," he began again, "and that's why I'm gonna lose you. Because one of the others will be able to say something that's actually worth hearing."
Slowly, you reached over and placed your hand on his leg, caressing it gently through the fabric of his jeans.
"It's okay. I know how you are, Tony. The amazing thing is that I still love you in spite of it," you muttered, copying his line from earlier. You opened your eyes to find him smiling at you. Not one of his playful, flirty smirks, but a true, genuine smile.
He quietly turned his attention back to the road in front of him, but as he did so, one hand moved down from the steering wheel to rest on yours.
Intwining your fingers with his, you snuggled back into the seat and said, "P.S. I'm keeping the jacket."