TONY

You sat in your room back at Stark Tower packing your small duffel bag as you prepared to leave those familiar walls for good. You ran your hand through your now completely silver hair and zipped up your bag reluctantly. Your stomach flipped as you looked around one final time before you would force yourself to leave your temporary home. As you were about to rise from your seat on your bed, there was a knock on the door which nearly made you jump.

"Come in." You said, still sitting on the bed.

"I see you're just about ready to leave, Zombie." Tony said as he crossed the room and sat beside you.

"Just about." You looked once more around the room. "I just can't believe how much everything has changed. I mean, I have no idea where to go from here."

"Believe it or not," Tony said as he put his arm playfully around your shoulder, "You've changed me, too, Zombie."

"Oh, really?" You looked at him questioningly, "Tony Stark, the eccentric playboy, billionaire, philanthropist, has changed so much." You said sarcastically.

"Well, maybe not that much." He agreed, "But enough to realize that... you shouldn't leave yet."

"What?!" You were caught off guard.

"I know that I seem like I am all about myself, but I realized when you left to find Thanos, that I couldn't stop thinking about you."

"Wait...I thought that Pepper and you were..."

"We were." He conceded. "But that ended a while ago, before you even showed up. Pepper and I have always had our differences and we though that our relationship would work not despite them, but because of them. After Loki's attack on New York however, Pepper gave me an ultimatum, to give up the suit, but it's not just a suit."

"And if I didn't want you to wear the suit?" You asked, testing him.

"I know you don't want that." He stated. "You know that the suit is as much a part of me as your silver hair is a part of you. Plus you know it looks great on me."

You laughed at his last little joke. "Are you saying you like the silver hair, then?"

"Well, it means you can't complain about my own greys." He once again fell into his old charming tone. "Besides, it gives you character."

"I didn't realize I needed 'character'." You teased back.

"The only thing you need," He said, turning you to him, "Is me." His lips met your own, gentle yet firm and found yourself wrapping your arms around him. He laid back on the bed, pulling you on top of him. You heard your bag fall of the edge of the bed, but didn't care, immersed in Tony's affection. As you and Tony melted into one you were relieved to have found a home. Maybe not forever, but for the time, it was perfect.

You stayed at Stark Tower at Tony's behest and realized that you had found your home the day you had nervously entered the lobby with your pathetic duffel bag. Tony agreed to keep the relationship under covers until you became more serious although the others knew and didn't hide it. It also didn't hurt that Tony let you wear the suit every once in a while. The Avengers reunited a few times when they were needed and you and Tony never shied away from a good fight, even with each other. You thanked the world for your tumultuous relationship with this arrogant man every time you saw his trademark smirk cross his face.