Heiress // avengers · Y/n story by @fanficreaderr

The penthouse suite of the Stark Tower hotel was a symphony of controlled chaos. Tony Stark stood before a full-length mirror, adjusting the cufflinks of his tuxedo with a critical eye.

Pepper Potts

from the ensuite bathroom Tony, if you’re using the repulsor tech to steam out that wrinkle again, I’m billing you for the dry cleaning.

Tony Stark

Please, it’s a proprietary, non-ionic de-wrinkling field. Much classier.

In the sprawling common room just beyond the open double doors, the atmosphere was decidedly less proprietary. Clint Barton tugged at his bowtie as if it were a live wire.

Clint Barton

I feel like a penguin. A very constipated penguin. Who decided black-tie was a good idea for saving the world?

Natasha Romanoff

lounging on a chaise, already impeccably dressed in a sleek black gown The same people who decided quivers aren’t formalwear. Suffer in silence.

Bruce Banner offered a sympathetic smile from an armchair, looking uncomfortable in his own well-tailored suit. Steve Rogers stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, posture perfect, watching the city lights blink on below.

Peter Parker

pacing a worn path in the plush carpet Do you think they’ll have those tiny meatballs? The ones on toothpicks? Or just the fancy, unidentifiable blob things?

Sam Wilson

Kid, you’re about to rub a hole in Stark’s very expensive rug. The food is the least of your worries.

On the massive wall-mounted screen, the news played on mute. The image switched from a talking head to a live shot outside a grand, modern estate. A young woman, her shoulders hunched against an unseen chill, was trying to navigate a gauntlet of flashing cameras, her face a mask of strained politeness.

Yelena Belova

glancing at the screen Ah. The pre-gala circus. So relatable.

Bucky Barnes

She’s not doing a terrible job. For a civilian.

The woman on screen—y/n—ducked her head as a microphone was thrust too close, saying something inaudible before a security detail gently but firmly began clearing a path toward a waiting town car.

Tony Stark

entering the common room, followed by Pepper Showtime, people. The Ferraris are expecting a full set of Earth’s Mightiest Heroes, not a support group for formalwear trauma. Parker, stop vibrating.