The Devil’s Hour
Tony Stark x Avenger Reader
Tony Stark is absolutely not looking for a relationship. Can a woman who literally blows hot and cold change that?
A/N: Happy Halloween my dudes! This is my entry for Kari’s Marvelous Halloween Challenge, hosted by the fabulous @until-theend-oftheline. My prompt was The Devil’s Hour (3am). Be advised this work pays zero regard to MCU timelines. W/C: 5503
Warnings: Over 18 readers only! Moderate smut; angst; language; drunk Avengers; mild violence.
Beta’d by @evansrogerskitten, to whom I dedicate this fic since she inspired it by tagging me in this post, and giving me a new concept when the one I started with turned out to be garbage.
The morning of October 31st saw Tony and me breakfasting together in Avengers Tower. He was already buzzing over the party he was about to host; his egg white omelette was being eaten with apparent gusto but I knew the taste wasn’t registering. It was just fuel to get him through the day. He prattled on between forkfuls of seasoned protein about decorations, liquor, on and on and on. It was too early for me to do anything other than nod along and pretend to listen but I wasn’t irritated. It was just nice to be sitting alone with him. Since receiving the invite it had been hard not to fantasise about what could happen between us at the party, especially since this was likely to be a very sexy event.
Tony had picked a theme of Angels and Demons. I’d teased him about being a Dan Brown fan but really he’d just latched onto an idea that could give some semblance of control over the costumes. Tony said the image of Clint dressed as a slutty cat the year before would haunt him forever and no way was he going through that again.
