MARK 5
Its's been at least 4 months since I've relocated into the Stark Tower. I've assisted Tony by amping up his suits and today let me try one out. At first, I was overjoyed to be in one of Iron Man's suits, but I realized someone was going to get hurt. And by someone, I meant me. Stepping into the open armor, my body was clothed with heavy metal. My eyes were shut and I refused to open them.
"It's not that scary, (Y/N)," Tony said as he examined the helmet.
"I can't do this, don't you have some kind of test dummy?" I grumbled with my eyes still closed.
Tony put the helmet on my head and I unlocked my eyes. The suit was on exhibition and my heart rate was also on screen. And right now, it was high. I'm terrified. Once the whole suite powered up, my feet began to leave the ground. "Yeah, it's you."
"TONY!" I yelled as I shot out the window. I was hovering over the city and I had no idea how the hell to land or turn. "Uh-- JARVIS! You're here aren't you?! Autopilot please!"
"Autopilot engaged." JARVIS took over.
"Oh thank god! Direct to Stark Tower." The suit directed and flew to the tower. Once I landed, Tony stood there beaming. I came out of the armor and crossed my arms. "I don't like you right now."
"Awww (Y/N)'s angry, why don't you sit over there while I go get you a juice box." Tony teased.
My cheeks turned bright pink and pouted, "I'm not a kid Tony! I'm only a few years younger than you!" I went on and sat where he wanted me to. "I'll take that juice box."
"You really are a little kid!"
"At least I'm not one every day."
"Are you talking about me?"
"Who else?"
"Thanks SO much," I smiled at him and he threw me a water bottle. I knew he didn't have juice boxes, why would he? All he has is coffee, alcohol, and water. "Do you want to have dinner?"
"Dinner? With you?"
"it's fi--"
"Yes."
"What?"
"I said 'Yes', I'll have dinner with you. Is there something wrong?"
"No, I just thought you'd say no." He muttered under his breath and I gave him a pat on the shoulder. I wandered to my room and picked a dress for tonight. I pulled out a knee length dress that was dark purple with a lacy trim. I styled my hair nicely and added a few pieces of jewelry. I, (Y/N) (L/N), am having dinner with Tony Stark. Never thought I would say that.
When we arrived at the restaurant, we were seated in the center of the room. Everyone's eyes were glued onto me and Tony. This is very uncomfortable. As we sat down, the waiter handed us a menu. He then left to give us time. I looked down at the menu and looked for something simple. Steak? Salmon? This is a lot of pressure. I gazed at Tony and he was staring at me. "Would you please stop staring at me?"
"Would you like to dance?" he stood up from his seat and held his hand out for me to take. I stared at his hand and grabbed it so it wouldn't be so awkward. Tony led me to the dance floor and a violinist started playing a slow song. Tony pulled my waist closer to his chest and his right hand held my left.
"I don't actually know how to dance," I whispered looking around the room. People were staring and it made me want to go hide. Plus, it's rude to stare!"
"Just follow my lead," Tony smiled. He stepped slowly around the floor carrying me along with him. I tried avoiding my gaze from everyone who was looking at us. Tony snickered and tilted my head up. "Don't look at them, look at me." My eyes met his brown orbs and it suddenly helped me calm down. I could hear his breathing and the violin only. Everything else was muted around us. Tony made small jokes that made me laugh into his chest. I enjoyed his smile, I could tell it was a real one.
The violinist stopped and I looked around. Hardly anyone was here, but us. Time just seemed to fly by so quickly. Tony was still holding me close to his chest. I gazed into his brown eyes and down to his lips. We both leaned in but after that second, I pulled back. I gave him a kiss on the cheek and gave him a reassuring hug. Walking to the door, I knew this would be awkward in the morning. I knew what I was doing, but I couldn't help but think that it was impossible.