Red and Gold
Hey guys! Here I am in this situation again. Because I am such a wonderful friend (sarcasm), I missed another birthday. This time, the wonderful Anika at @avengerofyourheart had her birthday, and I was not online…
To make that up to her, I am dedicating this fic to her, as we also celebrate the birthday of our one and only Tony Stark! I hope you like it sweetheart, and happy birthday! (I didn’t go into too much detail with the cake- I didn’t want to make any mistakes!!!)
You sat in your loungeroom, putting the final touches on the wrapping paper. The ribbon was being very stubborn, but so were you, and you finally managed to get it curled. You smiled at it with satisfaction.
Then you heard the ding of the oven, and you made your way to the kitchen, putting on your oven mitts, and removing the cake. You placed it on the rack to cool before icing it.
Today was Tony Stark’s birthday. It hadn’t snuck up on you like birthdays sometimes did, because he was talking about his big party a week in advance.
You would attempt to attend the party that night, but Bucky was still very much in a state of confusion, and you weren’t sure you wanted to be away from him. You thought about him down in the gym with Steve, and smiled. It had been less than a month since you had discovered that Bucky was still alive, and it was still strange to you. Wonderful, but strange.
The cake was ready. You carefully placed it into a container, making sure not to damage the arc reactor icing on the top, and pressed the lid on. Checking the time on the oven, you saw it was 2:30. Perfect.
You took up the cake and gift, and made your way out of the apartment, and up to Tony’s lab. He would still be in there at this time, even on his birthday. You nodded when you heard the sounds of his equipment, and a swear word enter your ear, confirming this.
You knocked awkwardly, trying not to upset the cake. Tony continued his work, so you waited patiently. He had heard you, he just needed a moment to finish whatever it was he was currently doing.
When the door opened, Tony’s face went from one of distracted concentration, to that of a smile. “(Y/N), what brings you here?”
“Well, I thought I’d wish you a happy birthday early,” you replied, lifting the cake and the gift slightly for emphasis.
“Thanks (Y/N)!” he replied, taking the wrapped gift you had held out for him. He ushered you inside, and carefully cleared a space at one of his cluttered work benches. He pulled a stool over for you, and you sat a little awkwardly on it, anxiety beginning to course through you. You were never good at this part.
Tony brought his own stool over, and smiled at you. You felt how happy he was, and your nerves eased slightly.
“Open it,” you prompted gently.
Tony looked at the gift for a moment, and then back at you. “Are you sure you don’t want me to wait until everyone else is here?”
You shook your head. “I prefer doing this sort of thing one on one. Besides, I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to… stay… at the party.”
Tony looked at you, understanding in his eyes. You were worried about the disappointment you were expecting to feel emanate from him, but that never came.
“I’m sorry, Tony. I’m such a bad friend,” you uttered.
“You aren’t a bad friend, (Y/N). You are an amazing friend, and a caring wife. And aside from those things, you must also be so confused about everything.”
Confused was probably a good word to use, but you didn’t confirm his assertion.
“Do you want me to postpone the party? I’m more than happy to,” Tony offered sincerely.
“Oh no, Tony, don’t do that! You’ve been looking forward to this! It’s your birthday!” You replied, frustrated that you had somehow managed to make things difficult, again.
“Alright. But, since you may not come, we’re having a little party together now, OK?”
“OK,” you smiled.
“JARVIS, could you play my party mix, please?” Tony asked.
Of course sir.
The music began to play, and Tony went back to his gift. Your nerves returned as he ripped the paper away. His face was still for a moment, before a large smile flashed across it.
“This looks really comfortable, (Y/N), thank you!” Tony exclaimed, holding the thick, wool jumper up to himself.
“Well, I figured this would be a gift that your elderly Auntie Barnes would make for you,” you replied. You could sense that he liked it, but you still felt silly about your reasoning.
“You made this?”
“Yeah, I made it. I used to knit and sew a lot when I was younger, especially during the war. I haven’t really done it since I woke up, but I guess I’ve still got it,” you explained, twiddling your fingers.
Tony looked at you in awe, and you could sense the affection, when he put the red and gold jumper on. He stood up, and posed like a model might.
“What do you think?”
“It looks wonderful on you, Tony!”
You were happy he liked it. While at first you had intended the gift as a joke, the further you progressed with it, the more you realised you were trying to give Tony a gift a family member might. You wanted him to feel warm and loved.
“Cake next, or dancing?” Tony asked, pulling you out of your reverie.
“Wait. How are we supposed to have cake in here?” You asked, looking around the lab.
“Well, I used to have a no food policy, but Bruce gets so cranky when he’s hungry, and we know how well that could go,” Tony explained, moving to a cupboard and opening it. Inside was a mini fridge, a microwave, a few plates, and some cutlery. “So I had all of this put in.”
He picked up two plates, a knife, and two forks, and returned to his stool. You slid the cake over to him, still in its container, and he pried the lid off, chuckling when he saw the arc reactor design. He looked at you, and raised his eyebrow.
“I was telling Pepper I was going to make you a cake, and she suggested this,” you explained with a small laugh.
“My god, she knows me,” he answered, cutting two slices of the cake as best he could with the knife.
“Wait, what about the wish?” You asked him.
“Oh, I don’t have any candles in here… I have a bunsen burner,” Tony thought out loud.
“Just make a wish. You don’t need fire for that,” you smiled.
“Alright, alright. I wish-”
“Not out loud! You think the wish.”
“Do you believe it’ll make a difference?”
“Not really,” you replied sheepishly. You weren’t sure how you felt about wishing. You had stopped believing a long time ago, but with Bucky back, you weren’t sure. “But it’s tradition.”
“Fine,” Tony huffed. He made his wish, silently, and then gave you a piece of cake. You chatted together as you ate, about all sorts of things.
When you had both finished, Tony stood and held his hand out to you. You looked at him, confused.
“It’s a party, (Y/N),” he sighed. “People dance at parties.”
“Right,” you answered.
You stood as well, and placed your hand in his. He pulled you close, and you danced together.
“Thank you, (Y/N),” Tony began. “Aside from the jumper, and cake, you’ve given me the best thing you possibly could today.”
“And what’s that?”
“You’ve made me feel… loved.”
“Of course you’re loved, Tony,” you replied, squeezing his shoulder gently as you kept dancing.
“Please don’t stop… making me feel that way.”
You both continued to dance, Tony holding you especially tight, when eventually JARVIS let you know that Bruce was coming. You ended your little party, and you hugged Tony, kissing him on the cheek. You wished you could say the words you longed to say. I love you. But you knew it would make him uncomfortable.
As you left, Tony told you it was ok if you wanted to skip his party that night. “You should be with Metal Man. Besides, I don’t think even my extravaganza tonight could top the party we just had.”
You smiled, thanked him, and left.
Later that night, as you sat with Bucky, helping him through a memory he thought he had, Steve got home from the party.
“How did it go?” You asked.
“Good, good. Loud. Oh, and he wore your jumper all night, (Y/N), and he wouldn’t take it off,” he replied.
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