Sometimes Sugar Daddy
Title: N/A
Author: Nakimochiku
Fandom: Avengers
Characters/Pairings: Tony Stark/ Natasha Romanov
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Summary: Natasha has a bad day, and Tony is the Avengers' Sugar Daddy
Note: this, to me, is actually the cutest and i don't know why. D:
Though Natasha doesn’t want to admit it (since the mere concept seems foreign to her) She’d had a horrible time in Greece, each facet of her mission more strenuous than the last until she had to cut her losses and come home. Tony picks her up at the airport, leaning on an elegantly flashy car, sunglasses pompously low on his nose. She tries not to be too surprised. Tony has his fingers in all the pies he’s not supposed to know about.
So of course he knows she’s had a terrible day. A terrible flight. An entire terrible week.
He swings up town and tosses a credit card at her, and shoos her out of the car into her favourite (and ridiculously overpriced) shoe store. “Buy yourself something nice, Nat.” he says in his nonchalant way, and leans back in the car seat, turning up his rock to drown out her protests.
In revenge, Natasha buys something completely outrageous, and hands him the bill. Tony raises his brows, and really, he’s a billionaire. This is chump change.
He lets her blast 90s pop songs the whole way home, lets her hang around in his work shop and play poker with Jarvis, lets her break into a whiskey he’d been saving for a special occasion (or for a particular mental break down), and when it’s finally 4 in the morning, she relents
“Thank you.” Natasha whispers, wrapping her arms around his neck. She’s taller than him, since she’s wearing her new shoes, and his face fits perfectly at her neck, his beard tickling her. She kisses him at the temple, and he laughs and mumbles something about not being a kid, and shouldn’t adults have better ways to say thank you?
The flirtation falls flat with her, as he knew it would. But it’s a cursory reaction, and really, Natasha thinks, it’d be ruder of him not to try.
“Thank you.” She repeats, and steps away from him.
Tony smirks boyishly, brushing the gratitude away brusquely. “for what?”
She doesn’t answer, but waves over her shoulder as she retreats to her own floor. Later, tomorrow even, Clint will drop by with his own sarcastic brand of comfort. Thor will laugh uproariously with her. Steve will stutter out a compliment over her new shoes, or offer her a little doodle. Bruce might drop off some flowers, or an invite to a glass of wine.
But tonight, it’s Tony that cheers her up.
Author: Nakimochiku
Fandom: Avengers
Characters/Pairings: Tony Stark/ Natasha Romanov
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Summary: Natasha has a bad day, and Tony is the Avengers' Sugar Daddy
Note: this, to me, is actually the cutest and i don't know why. D:
Though Natasha doesn’t want to admit it (since the mere concept seems foreign to her) She’d had a horrible time in Greece, each facet of her mission more strenuous than the last until she had to cut her losses and come home. Tony picks her up at the airport, leaning on an elegantly flashy car, sunglasses pompously low on his nose. She tries not to be too surprised. Tony has his fingers in all the pies he’s not supposed to know about.
So of course he knows she’s had a terrible day. A terrible flight. An entire terrible week.
He swings up town and tosses a credit card at her, and shoos her out of the car into her favourite (and ridiculously overpriced) shoe store. “Buy yourself something nice, Nat.” he says in his nonchalant way, and leans back in the car seat, turning up his rock to drown out her protests.
In revenge, Natasha buys something completely outrageous, and hands him the bill. Tony raises his brows, and really, he’s a billionaire. This is chump change.
He lets her blast 90s pop songs the whole way home, lets her hang around in his work shop and play poker with Jarvis, lets her break into a whiskey he’d been saving for a special occasion (or for a particular mental break down), and when it’s finally 4 in the morning, she relents
“Thank you.” Natasha whispers, wrapping her arms around his neck. She’s taller than him, since she’s wearing her new shoes, and his face fits perfectly at her neck, his beard tickling her. She kisses him at the temple, and he laughs and mumbles something about not being a kid, and shouldn’t adults have better ways to say thank you?
The flirtation falls flat with her, as he knew it would. But it’s a cursory reaction, and really, Natasha thinks, it’d be ruder of him not to try.
“Thank you.” She repeats, and steps away from him.
Tony smirks boyishly, brushing the gratitude away brusquely. “for what?”
She doesn’t answer, but waves over her shoulder as she retreats to her own floor. Later, tomorrow even, Clint will drop by with his own sarcastic brand of comfort. Thor will laugh uproariously with her. Steve will stutter out a compliment over her new shoes, or offer her a little doodle. Bruce might drop off some flowers, or an invite to a glass of wine.
But tonight, it’s Tony that cheers her up.