For Promptucky! 10 please, Tony hugging Natasha. With a side of 7, Nick and Melinda. Thanks!
I already did a Nick/Melinda for Number 7, but as for the other (and I am sorry, but they refused to hug “on camera,” if you will):
“Come here. You clearly need a hug.”
Natasha frowns as, a couple feet away, Tony smiles at her. "Who are you, and where did you leave the real Tony Stark?“ she asks. "Because last time I checked—”
“New software upgrade. I’m now a much kinder, gentler, more affectionate Stark. If you don’t believe me, ask my children.” She rolls her eyes, and he offers her a small, mostly tame smile. "I’m also the second-best hugger in my household. Just, you know, for the record.“
"Now that, I believe,” she replies. She nearly smiles at his scowl. "I don’t need a hug, Tony.“
"You sure?” he needles.
Instead of rolling her eyes at him again, she returns to her computer. “I’m positive.”
They linger in silence for a few seconds—Tony still looming in her doorway, Natasha frowning halfheartedly at her outlook—before he says, “Hey.” His voice is almost uncharacteristically soft, and for some reason, the back of her throat tightens. She swallows around it as she glances over. "With Pepper out sick, Bruce off at a conference, and Clint spending a long weekend in the back end of nowhere—"
“You mean Nebraska?” she asks.
“Is there really any difference?” he replies, and she shrugs instead of answering. “Obviously, my point is that all your usual confidants are out of town,” he continues, “leaving you to nurse your wounds all by your lonesome. And since I don’t actually believe in lonely wound-nursing—”
She snorts. “Since when?”
“—I’m here to give you a hug.” This time, when she starts to roll her eyes, he pins her with a single look. “And I’m not leaving until you give in.”
Natasha studies him for a moment, her lips pursed. "You might be waiting a long time,“ she warns.
"Lucky for you, they included patience in the software update,” he replies, and she almost smiles.