A/N: The first prompt is actually part of a story I may write eventually, but until then you can have this. Only four this time, btdubs. I have absolutely NO time to write anymore, besides the weekends, and then I just wanna watch movies all day, so not much inspiration there…I'll try and get back into the hang of things, though. I get inspired when more people wanna read my stories, so leave a comment, please!
~MickyinBoots

#25 – Boxes

Word Count: 499
Rating: K
Notes: I just wanted to make it clear that Maggie's dad was a good friend of Edward Stark and that when he disappeared, the Starks took her in (they did NOT adopt her). Tony and Maggie have been living as friends/siblings since they were third graders. Tony fell in love with her when they were freshmen.

Tony leaned against the brick wall of the apartment building, clicking a pen inside his pocket repeatedly. The moving men hauled the various sized boxes and furniture through the door and up the stairs, and every time they walked past him, he glared behind his sunglasses.

Click-tick. Click-tick. Click-tick.

Finally, the last box had been unloaded and the U-Haul sputtered to life and drove away, leaving the 20-year-old alone on the sidewalk. The door beside him opened and closed.

Click—

"Hey, Tony."

—tick.

"Hey, Mags."

The young man saw out of the corner of his eye that Maggie was bundled in her favorite Pepsi sweatshirt and her hands were stuffed in the pockets. She awkwardly shuffled her feet and Tony stopped clicking his pen. It was silent until they both spoke at once.

"This isn't the end, Tony."

"I love you, Maggie."

They both stared at each other, not quite catching what the other had said. Maggie raised her eyebrows and smiled a little. "What?" Tony shook his head quickly and stammered, "Y-you go first."

The brunette looked down at the pavement, letting her wavy hair fall over her shoulders and into her face. Leaning against the wall next to him and swiping her hair away, Maggie glanced up through her eyelashes. "This isn't the end. Of us. Of this. Our friendship." Friendship.

"I just wanted you to know that whenever you need me, I'll be there for you. Just…call or text me or something and I'll drop everything and run, I promise. I'd do anything for you, Tony, and you need to know that." She stared intently at his face, waiting for a reaction. Tony shifted closer to her and tilted his head, letting their shoulders and hair touch slightly. He shoved gently and whispered, "Yeah, I do. I'd do the same for you." Smirking like he was 17, he continued, "If only I were more competent, right Mags?"

That brought a bright smile to her face and his heart leaped at the sight of it. "Exactly. So just let me know if you forget how to blink or something." Tony snorted and Maggie's smile widened to a cheeky grin. She stepped away from the wall and opened her arms for a hug, which he gladly gave her. He inhaled her scent as she rocked them back and forth gently.

"I'm gonna miss waking up to the smell of motor oil and sound of exploding machinery."

"I'm gonna miss waking up to your horrendous cooking."

Maggie pulled away with narrowed eyes. "Touché." She released him and he immediately missed her warmth, but he didn't say anything. Maggie was serious again as she spoke.

"Tony, I'm not kidding. I'm just living in a different part of New York. Just come over whenever you want, call, do whatever. I mean it. You're always gonna be my best friend." Best friend. She pulled him in for a hug again, this time a little teary-eyed. "Love you, Tony."

"Love you too, Maggie."

#43 – Punctual

Word Count: 149
Rating: K

"You're late."

"Fashionably."

"Extremely."

"Nuance."

Maggie scoffed as she helped Tony into his suit jacket and tie while rattling off the rest of his schedule for the day. "After your meeting, you have a press conference with the chairmen of the company, then another meeting with a possible client, then the benefit dinner, and—"

Tony stopped Maggie's hands and pulled them to his chest. He looked deeply into her eyes meaningfully with a smirk on his face. She blushed at the mere inches separating their faces. Tony pretended not to notice. "I thought by now you would be able to figure out that I won't make it to half of those and the half that I do I'll be at least 45 minutes late for." He shook his head, amazed that she hadn't. Walking down the corridor, he left Maggie behind to fume.

She yelled at his grinning form, "If you're such a genius, then why isn't the term 'punctual' in your vocabulary?!"

#3 – Numb

Word Count: 141
Rating: K+ (mentions of death)

In the past, people have told Tony he was crazy. Nuts. Lunatic. Stark raving mad (leave it to Hawkeye to find the stupidest pun for his name ever). Of course, he just replied that all geniuses are. Now, though…he was beginning to think there was a tiny seed of truth in that statement.

'Cause come on, no one just ups and decides to intercept a nuclear bomb and fly it up into some wormhole that's about to close in order to destroy a bunch of freaking aliens. That's messed up.

I've been called worse.

Yet when he lost feeling of his limbs and face, Tony could only see one face as his suit shorted out and left him in the dark.

I never got to ask Maggie if she loved me like I loved her.

"TONY! GOD, NO! PLEASE!"

I think she did.

#5 – Melody

Word Count: 222
Rating: K+

"Wooooah we're halfway the-ere, WOOO-OOAH, livin' on a prayer!"

Tony groaned loudly.

"Do you really have to do that when I'm working?"

"Would you rather I do it when you're sleeping?"

Tony put down his wrench and turned to Maggie with one hand resting on the work bench. "No, I'm saying I'd rather you not do it at all. It's horrendously annoying, especially when you screech on purpose just to get on my nerves."

Maggie looked at him with a 'No, duh' expression and, as if it were blatantly obvious, retorted, "Well, yeah, that's exactly why I do it in the first place." Tony face-palmed.

"Fine, just...sing a little more pleasantly? Please?"

"I suppose I may be able to do that. If I must." With that, she spun on her heel and left him alone in the room.

Later that night, Tony smiled when he heard a sweet voice singing in the living room when he entered. Maggie was sprawled in the recliner working on a tablet. Her head was nodding back and forth in time with her tune.

"Georgia...ooooh, Georgia...just an old sweet song, keeps that Georgia on my mind..."

He sat on the couch and closed his eyes, falling asleep to the slow and soft song. When Maggie looked up several minutes later, she found him smiling in his sleep.