Something Small | Tony Stark x Reader |
"Honey, I'm pretty sure I remember telling you I didn't wanna do anything this year." A blindfold-clad Tony complained as his wife led him by the hand to wherever she had in mind.
"You did." She responded, and he could feel her shrugging. He sighed and brought his free hand up to rub at his temple. At this point, he didn't know if it was the BARF tech that was giving him horrible headaches, or if they were caused by his hardheaded wife. "I just didn't care."
"I don't have time for a party, honey." Or friends, for that matter. They all abandoned him.
"You do. You can't spend all of your days on trying to save the world, sweet pea. So just take a break, okay? A small one."
The elder of the two hung his head in defeat. He was never, not once, able to deny her after that simple little question. The power of woman was too much for him, clearly. He found he didn't really mind that much, since she never took advantage of it, and in fact often used it to benefit him