The Colliding Tides of You | Part 1

Pairings:[AVENGERS x Bi!READER ]

- WandaNat x Reader

- Stucky x Reader

- Tony Stark x Reader

Summary:You hadn’t known what happened. One moment, you were running for your life. The next moment, you were falling from the sky and your only hope was calling the one number you had to save you. You were in a universe where the Avengers existed and you had no idea what to do. You fight between doing what’s right and what feels right. Do you return to your own universe or do you stay with the people you love?[Set after AoU and canon divergence after.]

ChapterWarnings:None.

Series Masterlist

Note:Ahhh, I’m so excited for this! I’ve been lowkey obsessed with avengers x reader for a long time LOL hope you enjoy!

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You’d never given much thought to how you’d die. Well, sure, it was a vague and distant thought. Everyone dies, after all. You’re aware that life could come crashing into you, and it could be a horrific accident, but you were hoping for the old age route. 

You were running.

You remember that much.

You had been terrified as you stumbled. You turned to look, and then everything turned white. 

And now, you were falling. 

The wind ripped through your hair, burning your eyes. You turned around to look up at the sky instead of the impending ground. 

God, you were so high up, and you had no fucking parachute. No gear. 

You felt around your body frantically, wanting to cry when you felt nothing until your hand grazed over a bump in your back pocket—a phone.

You took it out quickly but carefully. The last thing you needed was to accidentally drop the phone midair and have no way to get it. You fumbled to turn it on and noticed you only had 10% battery left and almost wanted to cry. 

You recognized your own phone. It had been at 10% when you had been running as well. 

Your thoughts were a mess. 

Who do you call when you’re falling 50,000ft in the air?

911?

What could 911 do? Could they send a helicopter for someone to come get you with a parachute? 

Would they make it in time?

But when you opened up your contacts, there was only one number.

No.

This couldn’t be. 

But the name and number stared back at you. 

It had to be a joke, right?

You didn’t recognize the number other than it being a New York area code.

Maybe it’s from being so high up in the air, the falling hindering how well you could breathe and get oxygen to your brain. 

That was the only explanation you could think of for thinking—but what if it wasn’t a joke? What if it was real?

It was probably a mistake to call this number instead of 911, but—but if it was real, you’re chancing of being saved would be higher.

You pressed dial on the contact and put it to your ear, shocked you were even picking up reception. 

Unless that meant you were getting closer to the ground. 

“Hello?” The caller picked up, sounding cautious and confused. “How did you get this number?”

“Is—” You choked. The air was so hard to breathe, and you wondered if your lungs were collapsing. It was so hard to hear on top of that too. Were you going deaf?

“Is this Tony Stark?” You barely managed to get out the words as you heaved for air that didn’t seem to be making it to your lungs. 

“Yes…who is this?" 

You could hear some noise in the background and wondered briefly what he was doing. 

"Please help me,” you choked. “I’m falling.”

There was snort on the other line. “That’s a horrible pick-up line and also really bad background noise. Listen, I don’t know if you’re some crazy stalker but—”

“No, seriously, Mr. Stark. I’m literally falling from 50,000ft in the air, and I don’t have a parachute, and I will become splattered brain matter if you don’t help me,” you started coughing violently as you finished your words.

There was silence on the other end of the line before you could hear—

“FRIDAY, scan the surrounding area and trace the closest cell tower to her phone.”

“Detected body 50 feet from you. Too far to scan vitals.”

“Maximize jet boots and repulsors. Hold on, kid. I’m coming for you.”

But you couldn’t hear anything at that point. The oxygen deprivation was getting to your head as you fought to stay awake. 

It feels like a million years but really, only seconds before you’re in someone’s arms.

“Easy there, I got you…alright, wow, you’re definitely not a kid.”

He’s flying down steadily for your sake. Slower but still quickly, so you don’t stay oxygen-deprived. As you descend, you suddenly feel something click over your head and a rush of oxygen floods in. You suck the air in greedily as you try to not hyperventilate.

“Easy, easy. Breathe slowly.”

You tilted your head up and found an Iron Man Mask looking back at you and realized you’re wearing one yourself. He must’ve called for a spare helmet for you.

You try to do as he says and breathe slowly, and you begin to feel better even though the chill starts to set in. 

“Where…are….you…taking…me?” You speak slowly, your voice raw and weak. 

“Back to the Avengers’ Compound. We have a medi-bay there that’s way better than any other hospital in the state. Plus, I’ve got questions.”

You don’t have the energy to argue against it, and you’re unsure if you would. Even though Tony Stark didn’t know you, you knew him. He was the only thing you knew in this strange universe you’ve found yourself in. 

You look down at your hands and find they’re still yours, at least. You’re still you.

Just.

Maybe the You of this universe. 

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You slowly woke up to a quiet beeping noise. The lights were somewhat bleary and blinded you. You had a massive headache, and when you looked down to find an IV hooked up to you, you felt your heart jump.

You could feel a nasal cannula on your face, and you tried to think about why you’d have one.

Falling.

You had been falling.

You couldn’t breathe.

You were trying to fight the rising panic in your limbs and throat. Your heart was racing and thudding almost painfully in your chest.

“Whoa, easy there, tiger.”

You snapped your head to the side and found Tony Stark coming through the door with two cups. You could smell coffee.

“FRIDAY alerted me you had woken up. How are you feeling?”

You stared at him, tracing his movements carefully as he came to sit down beside you in the chair. He holds the water out to you, but you don’t take it, so he then pulls over a tray in front of you and places your cup there.

You peer down and see that yours was filled with water while his cup was coffee. 

You take the cup, sipping on the cool water, wincing lightly as it does down your dry throat.

“Okay…tired,” you eventually replied as you looked around.

“You’re at the Avenger’s Compound,” Tony said as he looked at your curious face, and you recalled that’s where he said when he was flying you to safety.

“You were really lucky I was out and about flying to get fresh air,” Tony said steadily, his eyes narrowed in suspicion at you. “How did you get my number? That’s my private and personal number. Only a few people have it. I’ve only just given it to Capsicle.”

You stare at him.

“Ugh, Captain America? America’s golden boy? Steve Rog—”

“I know,” you whisper, fidgeting with your cup.

“You know…” Tony repeated after you with a brow raised. “Do you know all of the Avengers?”

“Doesn’t everyone?” You reply with a half-hearted smile. 

Tony narrowed his eyes at you, filled with suspicion and clearly saying he didn’t appreciate you avoiding his question. You couldn’t blame him. If this was the Avengers’ Compound, you had some idea of where you were in the timeline.

You looked at Tony’s face and how weary and tired he looked. The facilities looked new, so you could only guess this was right after the battle of Sokovia. 

The thought made you rather sad as you looked back down. This meant that things were leading up to the Civil War, and you weren’t sure how you felt about that.

You weren’t sure how you felt about anything. 

Your thoughts kept racing.

How did you get here?

How was this real?

Had you actually died?

How do you get back home?

Did you even want to go back home?

People were chasing you there. 

Were you safe?

You looked back at Tony.

You were safe, you decided. For now, at least.

“I…don’t belong here,” you say quietly but still loud enough for Tony to hear. 

“Don’t belong here…” Tony cocked his brow. “Here like this medical bay…or in New York or…”

“Here, like this universe,” you whispered, grimacing at how stupid it sounded, but you’re unsure why when someone like Dr. Strange existed. He would understand.

Tony actually laughed. 

“Wow, maybe this isn’t pumping enough oxygen to your brain still,” Tony looked ready to adjust your machine when you glared at him.

“Is that so hard to believe when you’ve fought aliens? You don’t even know—” you immediately snapped your mouth shut as you huffed.

You don’t know the laws of the universe and time travel. How good could it be to reveal what was coming to someone like Tony, who was experiencing PTSD, paranoia, and guilt?

“Are you an alien then?” Tony asked slowly, eyeing you up and down to access you. You looked so human, though.

“No,” you said, though it sounded very uncertain. “No,” you repeated this time with more confidence. You weren’t an alien. You were a human that experienced too much. 

Perhaps you and Tony weren’t too different. 

“Can I get your name now?” Tony asked, changing the subject, but not really. You knew he was asking to see if he could pull up anything on you.

But you tell him anyway. You were curious about yourself as well.

“I’m Tony, but I think you knew that,” Tony throws out there, but he’s not smiling.

“You mean the genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist…?” You say and give a small smile when Tony’s lip twitches as he holds back a grin himself. But then he frowns as he wonders where you’ve heard him say that. 

Suddenly, something beeped, making you jump slightly, spilling some of the water. 

Tony just eyes you briefly before he checks his phone. 

“The rest of them are here.”

“The rest of them?" 

"The Avengers.”

You pale noticeably that it has Tony looking slightly alarmed.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, but you just shake your head.

You find it hard to swallow again, but people are bustling in to your room before you can even ask him to maybe save the introductions another day. 

The faces bombard you before you even have a chance to turn away. 

Steve, Natasha, Wanda, Vision, and Clint. 

It’s Steve’s and Natasha’s faces that make you feel like you’re going to be sick.

You feel sick to your stomach because you know what happens.

And even if you had not experienced it personally, it didn’t mean you hadn’t come to love these characters—people in your own way. 

You had loved them from a distance.

You had been immersed in their universe when you were on your own and even when you were surrounded by people. 

So, to know what happens and see them, you were going to be sick. 

You were still adjusting to Tony, and just barely. 

It was too much. 

It was too real. 

The only thing you could think of was how painful and disappointing it had been to know what happened by just reading and watching. If it had been that painful, how would it be to actually experience it personally?

You gripped your blanket, trying to control your breathing as you looked away from them.

“Uh, Tony, is she okay?” Steve asked as he assessed you, but you wouldn’t turn to look his way.

Your heart monitor was spiking, and it was suddenly hard to breathe again.

Was this a panic attack? You thought about it distantly, trying to think about something else to calm yourself.

“Hey, hey,” Tony stood up as he looked at your monitor before you. “What’s wrong? What's—” Tony tried to put his hand on your shoulder, but you flinched.

“Get out,” you breathed, your chest rising and falling.

“What?” Tony said, but you couldn’t even look at him.

“GET OUT!” You screamed. 

Natasha’s the one who pulls everyone out of the room and shuts the door as you close your eyes and try to think about something else and slow your breathing.

You have 10 fingers and 10 toes.

You can smell the coffee that Tony left behind. 

You could see the little squiggly lines behind your eyelids.

You could taste your own mouth, which was gross, but it was better after the water.

You could feel the soft sheets under your fingers and wondered if it was because this was practically Tony’s private medi-bay that it was so luxurious. 

Slowly, you began to calm down, the oxygen from the nasal cannula helped greatly, and you pressed your palm to your eye. 

That was so embarrassing. 

You were losing your shit over fictional people.

Except, they weren’t.

Not anymore, not in this universe. 

You were feeling too much at once.

Scared.

Betrayed.

Upset.

Cautiously elated. 

But mostly just anxious.

One step at a time, you told yourself. Figure out the situation now, and then think about what you will do after understanding what’s happening now. 

You take a few more moments to collect yourself, preparing to see everyone again. 

They were strangers.

They didn’t know you, and you didn’t know them. No amount of comics and movies could ever change the fact they were real people and have their own nuances you didn’t know about.

You press the help button at the side of your bed and wait patiently. 

Tony is the one to stick his head back in first, cautiously. 

You nodded at him, and he came through slowly, and you feel bad. 

“I’m sorry,” you apologize, but Tony just shrugs, and you know he gets it. 

“I can just tell everyone to go back if you just want to rest today. I’m afraid you can’t leave here until things are settled though,” Tony says, and you can tell he’s trying to be sympathetic about keeping you here, but you can tell he’s not. 

You don’t mind. 

Mostly because you have nowhere to go.

Or maybe you did but just didn’t know where it was?

“No, it’s fine,” you shook your head. “I’d rather get it over with now.”

“Are you sure about that?” Tony narrowed his eyes at you. 

You nodded, and he relented. 

“Alright,” he hummed. “ Meet the Avengers.”

Part 2

The Colliding Tides of You - Masterlist

Pairings: [AVENGERS x Bi!READER ]

- WandaNat x Reader

- Stucky x Reader

- Tony Stark x Reader

Summary:You hadn’t known what happened. One moment, you were running for your life. The next moment, you were falling from the sky and your only hope was calling the one number you had to save you. You were in a universe where the Avengers existed and you had no idea what to do. You fight between doing what’s right and what feels right. Do you return to your own universe or do you stay with the people you love?

[Set after AoU and canon divergence after.]

Warnings:18+. polyamorous relationships. F/M, F/F, F/F/F, F/M/M. Eventual smut. Explicit Sexual Content. Canon-level violence. sugaring relationship. Angst. Explore themes of domestic violence and family issues. Domestic fluff. Slow Burn.

Note:Yeah, I said reader gets with everyone. What about it? LOL This is my self-indulgent fic. Therefore, sporadic updates but we’re here for the fun! Chapters with sexual content will be marked with a *. There are no set amount of chapters, so I will add as I go :)

Main Masterlist|Library Blog

Chapter 1: Falling Into the MCU

Chapter 2: Meet the Avengers

Chapter 3: The First Outing

Chapter 4: The Nightmares

Chapter 5: The Dilemma

Chapter 6: The Attack

Chapter 7: Comforting Wanda

Chapter 8: Finding Bucky

Chapter 9: Forgiving Steve

Chapter 10: Growing Feelings

TBC

The Colliding Tides of You | Part 2

Pairings:[AVENGERS x Bi!READER ]

- WandaNat x Reader

- Stucky x Reader

- Tony Stark x Reader

Summary:You hadn’t known what happened. One moment, you were running for your life. The next moment, you were falling from the sky and your only hope was calling the one number you had to save you. You were in a universe where the Avengers existed and you had no idea what to do. You fight between doing what’s right and what feels right. Do you return to your own universe or do you stay with the people you love?[Set after AoU and canon divergence after.]

ChapterWarnings:None.

Series Masterlist

Note:I’m praying this post makes it into the tags LOL

Count:~2.6k

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“Are you okay?” Steve asked politely with a touch of concern, but his eyes narrowed in mild suspicion.

“Yeah,” you replied stiffly, but you didn’t look at him. “It’s just…stuffy in here, is all.”

The room could fit at least fifteen more people comfortably, but none of them commented on it.

You briefly look up and catch Wanda’s eyes. Your cheeks grow hot before you look away quickly. You wonder if she or Vision could read your mind right now. A flash of annoyance passes through you at the thought, but it passes quickly because there was nothing you could do about it.

“I had FRIDAY run your name, prints, and a facial scan. There was one match,” Tony said, and you felt a wave of relief that the variant of you here existed. You felt bad that you may have taken over her body, but it at least meant you had your own resources. You looked expectantly to keep going when the silence stretched too long. But Tony just stared at you, a frown marring his face. 

“She’s dead.”

It was like the air in the room was sucked out, and you’d been punched in the gut.

All that relief came crashing into dread.

You felt stunned, but Tony just scowled at you.

“She died last week—hit by a car. So, explain how it is that you’re here. Did you actually survive? Are you in some kind of trouble?”

“No. I don’t know. I—” You started but stopped abruptly. What were you supposed to say? You didn’t know how to explain this situation either. 

“I told you, I don’t belong here,” you whispered. 

“Right…” Tony drawled. “Another universe, that’s what you said.”

“Another universe?” Steve spoke up, and you could picture his brows were furrowed. You wouldn’t know. You were still pointedly looking away from his face. 

“Is that even possible?” Natasha mused, but she didn’t sound like she’d written your truth off. You thought about turning your head to look at her, but you couldn’t.

“Why not?” Wanda jumped in. Her accent was thick and heavy, and there was a tiredness to her. “There are whole planets, galaxies, and universes out there we don’t know about. Maybe she’s jumped into ours.”

“Why would she?” Tony asked but then looked at you. “Why would you?”

“I can't—” You frowned. “I don’t know how I did it. I didn’t even know I could.”

“Start from the beginning,” Natasha said gently, but you still didn’t look her way. 

“I was…running.”

“Running?” Steve caught onto your pause. “Running like a morning jog or running like…”

“I wasn’t in a great situation before coming here,” you say curtly. “I worked at a nightclub to pay off some debt. I got along with my coworkers and boss fine, but it’s a shady place. I didn’t have much of a choice if I wanted to pay the bills. One night, I was walking home after my shift, and something felt wrong. I heard footsteps behind me, but no one was there when I turned to look.”

You were pinching the blanket while everything listened intently. “I was starting to get freaked out. I started to walk faster, and then I heard footsteps again, but this time when I turned around, people werechasing after me. They were shouting at me to stop, but I wouldn’t because who the fuck would in that situation? And then I heard the gunshots and thought this was some kind of mugging. I threw my bag on the ground, but that didn’t stop them.”

You didn’t dare to look up. What if no one believed you right now?

“I was running and running, but then everything turned white, and when I could see again, I was falling from the sky. My body was still mine; the clothes I had been wearing were mine. I even had my phone, but the only thing in it was Tony’s number.” You turned to see if you found your phone, but Tony interrupted.

“I have it, and I did a complete scan and breakdown of it.” Tony tried to see if you were offended by the massive privacy violation, but you didn’t react. It was like you understood his actions.

You stared at him. “So, did you find anything?”

Tony stared back at you for a long moment before he shook his head. 

“Nothing out of the ordinary except for the fact that my number had been programmed into your phone for a long time.” He said the last part so slowly as if he was trying to get used to the idea that you might be telling the truth. 

You only nodded because you had no idea what to say to that. 

Tony eventually sighs, rubbing his face. “Well, obviously we’re not going to find the answer tonight. Let’s just call it a night and let you get some rest. You should be all better tomorrow morning. FRIDAY will monitor your vitals to make sure everything is okay.”

You nodded. People murmured an awkward goodnight to you, but you only looked in their general direction with a small thanks.

Tony stayed until everyone left, and you relaxed your shoulders a bit. 

“Getting comfortable, are we?” Tony snorted as if it were a joke, but you merely stared at him until he looked back at you.

“You saved me,” you murmured. “Even though you had no idea who was calling you or who I was, you came.”

“Just hero things,” Tony shrugged but looked hateful at the words. “If it had been anyone else, they’d do the same.”

“Perhaps,” you nodded. “But it was you. And Steve and Natasha can’t fly. You’ve brought me here to get medical care as well. But I’m going to be honest and tell you I can’t afford the medical bills. I have no money to speak of.”

Tony actually cracked a smile at that and shook his head. “On the house. Billionaire things.”

You smiled back at him. “Thank you, Mr. Stark.”

“Call me Tony.”

“Anthony?”

“Tony,” he mocks glares at you.

“Tony,” you nodded. 

You were tired, but you didn’t want to fall asleep just yet, and Tony was just gazing at you curiously. 

You were staring at the ceiling, thinking of idle things that just add to your worry.

“What are you thinking about?” Tony asked, and you looked back to him before looking back up.

“I can’t afford shampoo.”

You hear a guffaw and look back to see Tony looking incredulous. 

“Seriously, after everything that’s happened to you and the situation you’re in now, that’s what you’re thinking about?”

You nodded. “A girl needs a quality shampoo and conditioner…okay, honestly a girl needs a lot of things. But I’m thinking I want to shower tomorrow morning and I can’t even go out to buy shampoo.”

You sighed, bringing your hand up to your face to rub at it tiredly.

“I have no citizenship docs, no ID, no cards, no bank, no money…how does one get that from a dead girl?”

“Relax, once we get this situation figured out, I can get those things for you no problem,” Tony said nonchalantly but he couldn’t stop thinking about how off this was. For someone who was just an average girl in another universe, you were strangely calm about the situation you had found yourself in.

Tony didn’t bring it up, though. He didn’t feel or trust that you’d tell him the truth.

You gave him a half-quirked smile. “Thanks. I’ll pay you back somehow.” You go back to mulling over the things you’ll need to do. “I need a job…a place…New York is so expensive…”

“You’re just going to leave?” Tony exclaimed in shock.

You shrugged. “I don’t want to burden everyone, and I don’t want to be a science project either. I can figure it out…probably.”

“No, no, no, no,” Tony shook his head. “You can’t leave here. There’s no one else in this place you know, right? You’re just gonna be out there alone? Do you not know how dangerous this universe is? Just tomorrow there could be another alien invasion or a robot attack or whatever’s next in line to break our shit.”

You looked mildly uncomfortable about being alone, but you’re more worried about the accords coming up and being caught by the government as some kind of freak to study.

“Listen, I can protect you while you’re here. I’m the richest man alive with a lot of power. If you don’t want to become a science project, I get it. But Banner and I are your best bet on helping you figure this all out.”

You pondered it over. You were reluctant to stay because staying meant inevitably changing what was supposed to happen and what if there were consequences to that? Something worse than what’s already supposed to happen?

“I…I need money still.”

“If you want to work because you like working, then we can find you a decent job. If you don’t want to work, don’t worry about money,” Tony shrugged as if it were no big deal. But you just feel embarrassed about his insinuation.

You tried to joke it off instead. “What, am I going to be your sugar baby?” You laugh nervously. 

Tony looked shocked at your words, and he was about to deny it, but then he began to think.

Pepper had just left him. He was tired, and honestly? He was a little lonely too. You were pretty and funny. You had a sharp tongue, which Tony liked, but you knew how to be soft too. And most importantly, you knew him. Tony doesn’t know how you know, which does miff him, but the point is that you do. 

It was a solution that would benefit everyone. He could keep a closer eye on you too.

“Yes,” Tony finally said as he came to his conclusion. “Be my sugar baby.”

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Tony made his way back up to the Avengers’ kitchen, where he knew the rest of them would be. 

“Hey, fellow social pariahs,” Tony greeted everyone as he went to grab an apple. 

“How is she?” Natasha asked.

“She’ll be fine,” Tony waved it off. “The oxygen deprivation was probably the worst. She’ll be a little sore but she’ll walk it off tomorrow.”

“This is so bizarre,” Clint shook his head. “We just beat a homicidal robot and now we’re dealing with someone from another universe? We seriously can’t catch a break. Laura’s going to kill me.”

“Relax bald eagle,” Tony rolled his eyes. “She’s not our enemy. She’s just a scared and lost lady. Granted, I am a little suspicious but she clearly isn’t a homicidal woman bent on our destruction.”

“Wanda, what did you think of her? Vision, you too,” Steve asked as he turned to the two. 

Wanda shrugged. “I don’t know. I didn’t pick up much. Just static thoughts here and there. She was weirdly concerned about being unable to buy things like shampoo or a brush.”

Tony snorted but waved it off when people looked at him. 

“I didn’t either,” Vision frowned. “Perhaps because she’s a being from another universe, we can’t pick up much. Or whatever that liquid that she allegedly said spilled on her has affected her biology. It would explain why she was able to jump universes. The question is obviously what was the liquid and can she jump universes again.”

“I think if she could, she would’ve by now. But then again, it might be too dangerous for her to return right now based on her story. We need to find out who that VIP client was she was talking about and if they have something similar here. We need to keep her safe.”

“You seem awfully sure of her,” Steve slightly narrowed his eyes at Tony. 

“Well, I am the person who has spent the most time with her thus far. Also, I have to defend my sugar baby.”

“Your what?” Steve’s brow furrowed, but Natasha sighed.

“Tony, you didn’t,” the redhead looked angry with him.

“I did,” Tony rebutted. “And she agreed to it, albeit a little reluctantly but she did.”

“Tony, you know nothing about her,” Natasha shook her head. “I know you’re taking the breakup with Pepper rough, but is this really a good idea? Even if she’s not someone just trying to use you, she’s vulnerable right now.”

“A-bub-bub!” Tony held out his finger, clearly not wanting to hear more about it from Natasha. “I’m fine, and she’s fine with it too. She’s a grown woman and she’s also the one who set the boundaries, so it’s not what you’re all thinking, alright?”

He tried to not smile as he recalled your look of shock and immediate refusal. 

There had been a talk about boundaries because you said you weren’t going to sleep with him—which honestly did offend him a little, but Tony assured you that you didn’t have to do anything you didn’t want to. 

“What? Am I that ugly?” Tony quirked his brow at you.

“It’s not that,” you shook your head. “You’re objectively good-looking—”

“That somehow feels like an insult—”

“And you’re funny even if sometimes unbearable and I know you can take care of me financially but I’m not just going to sleep with you. I don’t even know you.”

Tony was going to argue that you did, on some level, you did. 

“Listen, you need to relax. Who said I wanted to sleep with you, anyway? Maybe I just want your company. I’m alone too, you know.”

“Pepper will come back,” you muttered, and it only affirmed to Tony that you did know so much more. 

“Even if she does, I want your company right now. It doesn’t have to be sexual,” Tony crossed his arms over his chest. “You can work if you want to but just know that I’m not making your documents to make you some kind of stellar genius ready to be VP of any company. The best job you can get is probably retail or a barista—although these places are strangely asking for a lot of qualifications for minimum wage.”

You grimaced at that, and Tony almost felt bad for pigeonholing you into agreeing to stay, but all he could think of was that you’d disappear. And Tony can’t let anything else in his life disappear right now.

You sighed. Honestly, you can’t even imagine working some grueling job right now with everything going on. But this was weird for you.

“If I want to work, you can’t stop me,” you warned him, and he nodded. He really didn’t care if you worked as long as you stayed. 

“I also don’t care about luxurious gifts or whatever it is. I just want to be able to get what I need.”

Tony snorted. “You’ll have your own card. I don’t care what you spent it on. I might ask if you spend more than 10 grand a day but I’m not going to stop you.”

You balked at the thought of spending 10 grand a day.

“I wouldn’t even know how,” you shook your head. “I just wouldn’t.”

Tony shrugged. 

“I want my own room.”

“There’s plenty in the compound or you can stay at my place, which also has a lot of rooms.”

You didn’t answer where you wanted to stay, mostly because you didn’t know. 

“There are things I don't—can’t talk about.”

“Same here,” Tony looked bored.

You sighed one more time before nodding.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” Tony smiled. 

“Okay,” you emphasized, feeling embarrassed. “Shut up. I’m not calling you daddy either.”

“Bummer. I’m kind of into pet names.”