Avengers: Imagines

The story starts off on a dark, windy night, naturally. Anthony Stark was having an anxiety attack and needed some fresh air.

He couldn't really remember what triggered it. It must have been the long, straining hours leading up to then, but it had to have been something. With the Avenger's initiative being compromised and work and tabloids all being thrown at him, he must have snapped.

Pounding thoughts still raced around his mind. The world was spinning and his brain felt like it was imploding. He had to get out.

Only a few short minutes later, he was very ungracefully fumbling down the sidewalk outside of the Stark tower.

A mother pushing a stroller tried to stop him and ask if he was alright, but he couldn't focus enough on her face to respond.

An elderly man tapped him on the shoulder with a rolled-up newspaper, but Anthony couldn't be bothered to turn around. He walked on.

As his legs carried him farther, his head started to clear and his chest wasn't painfully contracting anymore.

When he finally stopped, he couldn't seem to tell where he was.

He pulled out his cellphone and dialed up someone to come pick him up.

Seeing as it would be about fifteen minutes, he looked around for somewhere to wait.

A blinking open sign caught his attention. He stepped inside.

Being on a busy block, the small bar was packed.

Yellow dingy lights mixed with neon spotlights from behind the bar. Most tables were filled with couples and groups out for Saturday night.

Anthony quickly took a seat at the bar and waved the bar tender for a glass of whiskey. He drummed his fingers against the wood as his eyes flicked around until-

(Tony's P.O.V.)

(Y/N) looked gorgeous. She had on a black dress that was draped over her stool and floated down to the floor in waves. Her hair was wrapped up and a gold necklace garnished her neck. She was facing away from me, appearing to be scanning the bar, but I already knew her face was as breathtaking as the rest of her.

I checked my watch. I had some time.

Assume position.

I straightened my back and rested my hand on my bottom lip before I cleared my throat.

She didn't move an inch.

I cleared my throat again.

She still didn't turn.

I cleared my throat one more time, a little bit too loudly.

Her gaze flicked to mine and I saw a flash of annoyance cross her eyes.

"What's a girl like you doing in a place like this?"
Her eyes widened before she yanked my shirt, bringing my ear to her mouth.
"Are you trying to blow my cover?!"

I took it in stride.

"Have you seen what you're wearing? You don't exactly shout 'casual'."

"He specifically requested this dress. Some big crime lord who's used to lavish parties and fat cigars. The only way I could persuade him to meet me here was if I wore this dress." Her lips barely let the air pass through them, making every gasp tickle my ear.

She quickly looked around before she leaned back in again.

"You of all people know how important this mission is. If you ruin this for me-" Her sentence abruptly stopped as her eyes shot to the door.

A tall, dark-featured man walked through in a sharp suit and fedora, looking around the small bar. Two goonies were standing behind him and attempting to look menacing.

(Y/N) quickly sat away from me, dusting herself off. She aimed a bright smile at him before he leaned down to kiss her hand.

I quickly turned away and took a swig of the drink the bartender had just sat in front of me.

"Darling," The way he purred the word made me want to hurl.

"it is so... lovely to see you again. And that dress is just as sumptuous as I knew it would be."

I felt like I was walking in on some type of bad romance parody.

I must have been making a face because (Y/N) frowned and led the man to another table.

I stuck my tongue out at her and smirked into my glass.

It was couple minutes later, and I was cursing my ride for not getting there faster.

I looked over to (Y/N) again to see how her "date" was going, but I couldn't see her.

In fact, I couldn't see any of them. Their table was empty and their bill was paid.

It didn't seem too suspicious, except that (Y/N)'s earpiece was out, laying on the table. I stepped up to take a closer look. It was crushed.

I immediately ran out the door and out onto the sidewalk. No one was even close. I ran around the back alley until I heard a muffled shout.

I followed the sound until I could see the faint figures of the group.

Right then, I was thanking the universe I had my suit programmed to my watch.

One push of a button and I took to action to stall them.

"Hey, Al Capone!"

Yeesh, bad reference.

The goonies' heads snapped up. I heard a small cry.

My blood turned hot.

"Hey, can't you find someone else to 'loot'? I'm sure some bootlegger is hobbling away!"

Really, really, bad references!

"Sir, if you don't mind, we are a bit busy at the moment. I don't need a civilian casualty." The boss sneered at me before murmuring something to (Y/N). She shook her head viscously in reply and started to whimper.

From the way he was leaning over her and caressing her face, I knew she was in serious trouble.

"Hey! Back off, as-"

One of the goonies came charging at me. I dove to the side.

"Like I said, no bystanders need to be hurt. So, sir, if you leave now-"

I heard a familiar sound and smirked.

"First of all, I'm no bystander."

The right hand of the suit flew in and connected to my watch.

"And second of all-"

I raised my arm to him and saw the fear rise in him. His suit was no longer clean.

"I'm not the one who's going to get hurt."

Before I could even start up the ray, he was running off.

(Y/N) was left crying on the ground.

I immediately raced to her and quickly untied the scarf from her mouth.

"Are you okay?"
Her sobs were her answer.

When the rest of my suit came, I flew her back to the tower. I ordered some pizza and tucked her into the covers before I had a serious talk with Coulson about not sending backup.

I shuddered at the thought of what could have happened if I hadn't been there.

I gave her space and checked in on her the next day.

"How are you feeling?"
"Better."
She paused before she took in a deep breath.

"Tony-"
"I know. You are one of Shield's top agents. You could have handled yourself-"
"No. That's the thing: I couldn't. Sometimes I can't seem to do anything right and you've known me for years; I have had a history for screwing up!"

I stopped her with a short kiss to the mouth.

"Please, don't doubt yourself. That guy was a word you don't like me saying and that never should have happened. Not on my watch."

I held her to my chest as she began to cry.

Nothing like that would ever happen again on my watch. Never again.

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A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for reading! I really tried to get this one done, but alas, I did not. Please let me know what you thought and tell me what you guys think of Spider-Man: Homecoming!

So long, my beauts!

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