Slipping (Tony x FemReader) Fluff drabble
(( gif not mine bud ))
(A/n): I definitely thought this request was super cute
Request: Ooo, ooo. I have a request 🙋🏽 could you maybe do one where Tony is in love with the reader and is actually really clumsy around her cause he’s nervous but the reader loves him too she’s just shy 😊 but they get together in the end
Warnings: fluffy fluff
“Ha!” Tony laughed “You want me to what?”
“I want you to ask out (Y/n).” Clint mused.
“And why would I do that?”
“Because it is physically painful to watch how you act around her.”
Tony scoffed loudly and stepped over to the fridge, grabbing himself a bottle of orange juice.
“Oh please,” he unscrewed the cap, catching Clint’s unconvinced stare “I act just how you act, bird brain.”
Tony took large swig, listening to Clint as he began to grumble somethings.
“Morning, Clint. Tony.” (Y/n) greeted kindly, giving a shy wave as she entered the kitchen to join the boys’
The billionaire frozen timidly.
“How did you sleep, guys? I don’t thin–”
“Hellwo.” Tony said sloppily.
Letting OJ spill everywhere from his mouth.
(Y/n) stopped what she was saying to retain a giggle. Clint wasn’t so polite and let himself laugh wholly at Tony.
“You were saying?” Clint breathed finally, spinning his head to look back at her.
“I was just… saying how I didn’t sleep very well last night.” (Y/n) finished. “Though I saw Vision this morning and he said he had the same problem.”
She smiled at Clint “He said he’ll be down soon.”
“Now that you say that, I don’t think iron ass here slept well either.” Clint teased.
Tony coughed up some pulp and glared at the assassin.
Just as Clint was about to make a joke, Vision fazed through the kitchen wall, speaking words of solitude “His thought process may be situated in the ‘gutter’, as per say.”
A moment of silence.
“Get your mind out of the gutter..” Clint whispered.
That caused (Y/n) to break out in a fit of laughter that she just couldn’t hold; Vision smiling next to her.
Tony rolled his eyes, cheeks dusted as he exited the kitchen.
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After that questionable slip up in the kitchen that morning, Tony avoided consuming liquids for the remainder of daylight. He constantly put himself in places he felt he wouldn’t slip up.
Taking his mind off the trauma, he went to restroom to trim his goatee.
But still, the girl’s appearances never seemed to let up.
“Tony..?” (Y/n) called from the corridor. She couldn’t find him, meaning she couldn’t see him; but she could hear him.
Tony frozen briskly but went to reply anyway. Planning on saying ‘yes?’ but wanting to say ‘yeah?’ he ultimately said a weird rendition of ‘yas’.
Tony was once again traumatized. Turning on the faucet to distract himself and drown out his embarrassment.
That made (Y/n) giggle softly. She was holding a package in her hands and was looking down at the return address; it read a simple ‘F.F.S’.
“Would you happen to know what ‘F.F.S’ stands for? When it comes to mailing addresses, I mean.” She asked quietly looking up at the wall, and listening for a reply.
Instead her ears picked up the sound of a splash and a large thump.
(Y/n) tilted her head in question.
The brunette man went to turn off the faucet but with the hand that held the electric razor. So he really he just dropped it in the water mindlessly.
“FOR FUCK SAKE.” Tony called, panic lacing his words.
(Y/n) looked back down at the package and uttered ‘F.F.S’ under her breath. She smiled to herself.
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Near the end of the day, Tony found himself sat uncomfortably on the couch in the large tower lounge. The words of Clint spinning through his thoughts, giving him a drunk effect, he felt.
Maybe he really would ask her out today. Just nothing seemed to be going right for him.
Sam was the first to stroll into the living area, followed by a Steve Rogers.
Tony’s sad posture caught Sam’s eye.
“Ouch, what’s got you down, Mr. Trust fund?” Sam asked, nonchalantly.
Tony looked up at them to find both already looking back down at him.
“(Y/n).” he answered simply, letting his gaze wander to the side before standing up “She has got me looking like a walking idiot.”
“You mean that’s not on purpose?” Sam joked, receiving a shoulder hit from Steve.
“Can we help?” Steve corrected.
The brunette sighed “Not really…”
As he finished saying that, he started to walk to the door; planning to mope in his room instead.
(Y/n) kicked his luck and instead walked in calmly before he could walk out. She wore a smile to greet both Sam and Steve. They smiled and nodded back.
Just as soon as he saw her, he sighed again, frustrated.
“Okay,” he started and everyone took a second to focus on him “(Y/n), listen, I’ll say this as fucking simple as I can.”
Tony went to take a step toward (Y/n), but literally kicked his heel and sent himself to the floor in front of her instead.
(Y/n) hid her smile, having an idea as to what he was going to confess.
“Will you go out with me…” the man groaned from the floorboards.
(Y/n) took pity on him, and crouched down to his face; hugging her knees.
She listened to Steve and Sam snicker for a moment before saying with a grin
“Well since it seems you are falling for me, I can’t really say no.”
(A/n): I’m pretty sure that this is poorly written and I apologize oml but at least it’s cute