Ts and ef · Y/n story by @wmha

The low hum of conversation and clinking glasses in the Avengers Tower common room had long since faded into a comfortable, late-night murmur. The party was officially over, but the core team remained, scattered across the sofas in various states of post-celebration weariness.

Tony Stark

No, no, you don’t get it. slurs slightly, gesturing with a half-empty whiskey glass It’s not about the… the stained glass. Well, it is. But it’s the light. The way it hits all those lamps at sunset in her place. It’s like being inside a whiskey bottle. A warm, magic whiskey bottle.

Steve Rogers

Tony, I think it’s time we called it a night.

Tony Stark

ignoring him, leaning forward And she’s just… there. In the middle of it all. Like the… the heart of the thing. The cozy, soft, perfect heart.

Natasha Romanoff

He’s been like this for forty minutes. It’s a new record.

Tony Stark

You laugh! But you haven’t seen her when she’s baking. Flour on her nose. Singing off-key to some sad song on the radio. It’s a whole… a whole vibe. My vibe.

Bruce Banner

Maybe we should get him some water.

Tony Stark

Water is for cowards. And fish. I need my phone. Where’s my phone? I need to call her. I need to tell her.

Clint Barton

Tell her what, exactly? That you’re drunk and poetic?

Tony Stark

fumbling in his pocket, finally producing his phone That she’s my person. That’s what. My person. Always has been. Since we were this high and she pushed me out of the treehouse because I called her ‘Mads’ and she hated it.

He squints at the screen, thumbs clumsily navigating to a contact saved simply as ‘Madi’.

Tony Stark

She’s gonna answer. She always answers. Even when it’s stupid o’clock and I’m being… he waves a hand vaguely …this.

He hits the call button, puts the phone on speaker, and drops it onto the coffee table with a clatter, leaning back with a triumphant, lopsided grin aimed at the weary Avengers.