Close shave 🌿 Tony

                                    

                                          
Song: Thomas Newman - close shave. 
                          
Imagine; Tony has a shoulder injury preventing him from shaving, so you help him. 
                          
I recently saw Skyfall and they had a scene where she shaved him and needless to say I got inspired. 
                          
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Your boyfriend was many things, a realist wasn't one of them. 
                          
'You will need some help Tony..just admit it..' you tell him, he just shakes his head like the cocky bastard he is. 
                          
'Not a chance sweetheart, I'm Iron Man, a sore back won't make me helpless...I can do anything...' 
                          
'Except everything you use those muscles for...' You reply making him roll his eyes. 
                          
'Whatever Y/n...' he waved it off as he goes to your shared room. 
                          
The upside to Tony being injured is that he now actually rests and takes better care of himself. As crazy as it sounds. Of course that's only so he can go back to staying up all night tinkering in his lab, completely throwing his progress down the garbage disposal. Like the avengers do with the coffee grounds. 
                          
You relax against the cushions on the couch, aiming for some shut eye before the whole place is crowded by the avengers again. You love them to death, but you need your rest. 
                          
You're about to fall asleep when Jarvis scares you so much you end up on the floor next to the couch. 
                          
'My apologies Y/n, but Mr. Stark is asking for your... assistance...' 
                          
'What kind of assistance?, what's he doing?' 
                          
'He's currently in the bathroom Miss, he's trying to shave but he can't seem to-' 
                          
Jarvis gets cut off, assuming it's Tony that did it. Of course he doesn't want to admit he needs help. 
                          
You push yourself up from the couch and make your way over to Tony's room, you walk in and go straight over to the bathroom. 
                          
'Tony?, baby?, you there?!' You ask. 
                          
'Yeah..' 
                          
'You decent?, cause I can wait until you're not...' you joke and you hear him bark out a laugh. 
                          
'I'm not naked... yet..' he jokes back, a clear sign to you that its safe to come in. 'Not that you would complain though..' 
                          
'Jarvis said you need my help... what's going on Tones?, I thought you could do anything...' 
                          
He doesn't laugh at you, clearly it's something bigger going on. He sighs as he sits down on the stool standing near the mirror. 
                          
'What's going on?' You ask, your joking time over. 
                          
'Can't even shave, that damn rocket to the back really did a number on me... I'm getting old...' 
                          
'If there's one thing I know about you is that you can never get old... Tony if you need help, don't be afraid to ask, we all need help sometimes.. so what do you want me to do?' 
                          
'Can you...' he hesitates, but the reassuring smile you give him comforts him in a way that is familiar. 'Can you help me shave?, make both sides even?' 
                          
'Of course Tones...' you look around for the razor. 
                          
You hold it up and he visibly swallows. He does it again when you straddle him, you need to get as close as possible to make sure both sides are even and that you're doing your job right. 
                          
'Tell me if I'm hurting you or if I'm making you uncomfortable..' you say and he slightly before you get started. 
                          
'I didn't know you could do this...' he tries to remain as still as possible. 
                          
'Yeah me neither...' you joke. 'I'm kidding, my uh, father regularly needed help...' 
                          
He hums and you take a towel to wipe away the extra foam. Your eyes lock on his, his arm snakes around your waist. 
                          
You slide the sharp metal against his cheek for the last time, making sure you've got everything. 
                          
'What are you doing?' You whisper when you feel his other hand travel upwards. 
                          
'What I should've done ages ago..' he admits before he tugs you closer. 
                          
You lean down to capture his lips with your own. You drop the razor to the floor, the metal echoing through the room before it gets filled with heavy breathing.  
                          
'Tony...' you lean back. 
                          
He hums as he opens his eyes, looking right into yours. 
                          
'Don't be afraid to ask me for help... I'm your girlfriend...Thats what I am here for other than love you... you don't ever have to be ashamed... got it?' 
                          
He nods with a lazy smile and you chuckle before running your hand through his hair. The other one playing with the hairs on the back of his neck. 
                          
'I don't want to look weak...' 
                          
'Don't act tough around me because you're scared to look weak.. I know you're not...' 
                          
'I don't think I've ever loved you more than in this moment right here...' 
                          
You kiss him again. 
                          
'Tony.. You're iron man... you can do anything..' 
                          
'Only if you're there with me...' 






                          
A/n: I just hit my elbow on the doorframe and now I can hardly type, my life is great as you can tell.