Tony x Reader |Mildly Stressed|

To say he hated his life at that very moment would be an understatement. Rogers was acting like an idiot, everything was getting worse and he had no idea how to feel about anything. His face was covered with his hand, leaning back in his seat and switching between a restless "nap" and staring at the ceiling. He absolutely hated it when things got like this. When there was so much work to do and no motivation to do it.

'Come on, Stark. Is it really that hard to get up and do your job?' He asked himself with a short sigh. Things were starting to come crashing down around him and yet he couldn't do a thing about it. It wasn't the best feeling in the world, that much was certain. 

"What's this? The Iron Workaholic doing absolutely nothing?" Your voice suddenly carried across the room. Tony found himself glancing at you, your completely chill attitude and mild teasing not exactly making him feel better. "I thought you'd be figuring out a way to slap some sense into Steve, or, I dunno. Solving the universe's problems with that Wakandan king guy."

"Don't joke about T'Challa. That man will tear you apart with a flick of the wrist." Tony replied off-hand, one of his dropping to the couch cushion. "Is there something you need?"

"Mmm...not really, just my favorite drama queen." You grinned, setting yourself down on the couch beside him and holding out a bag of chips. "You've been down here for a while. I would've left you alone if FRIDAY hadn't told me you weren't doing anything."

"Snitch." He grumbled, "Maybe I was looking for some alone time. I'm not really in the mood for chips and hot chicks." He told you, and you quirked an eyebrow. An arm came around his shoulders, lifting yourself onto his lap. Although instead of anything getting steamy it was a cheap tactic to steal some chips from him. "Although you don't seem to mind digging into my snack."

"I brought it for you to share with me. Y'know, maybe a little bonding time over snacks and secrets, both of which are perfect for sharing with the people you love. And you do love me, right?"

"Sure do." He managed a smile, which you happily reciprocated with a peck on his lips. "And now that we've shared, may I be alone?"

"Not until you tell me what's eating at you, boy-o. You're acting like Bruce on a bad day, and I'm pretty sure you didn't demolish an entire city." You mused, snagging another handful of chips. "What's the problem?"

"If I'm being honest?" He finally said, setting the bag aside, "That I've got too many of them to deal with." Tony's admittance made your eyebrows raise, prompting him to continue. "In case you haven't noticed, sweetheart, I've got a lot on my plate."

"Yeah, I know. I just set an entire bag of chips on it."

"Not what I meant."

"I know," You kissed his forehead, "Please continue."

"It's just...Steve trying to act all patriotic, but he doesn't want to be held accountable for anything. He was 'getting the job done', and collateral damage doesn't phase him. That should phase normal people. It phases me. People die when we get out there, (Name). Lots of people."

"But you save millions, if not billions, more." You pointed out. Tony grimaced. 

"It's not enough. Nobody should be dying in the hundreds, or even thousands, because of us. We're supposed to be saving them, not slaughtering them because we don't know what we're doing." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "And that's just the beginning. There's so much garbage we have to take care of now that Steve's trying to run off and do what he wants, not to mention I've still got to take care of everyone else and I don't even know how that's supposed to happen. The press doesn't stop asking about how 'Stark or the Avengers are going to take care of all the damage we've done', and I'm the only one they seem interested in."

"That's because you're the biggest target." You reasoned, sliding off his lap to rest your head on his shoulder (and also reclaim the chips). "I'll admit, Steve's acting childish. But you know, he may be on the right track with the whole 'maybe let's not register everyone and their secret identities unless you want a civil war' spiel."

"You side with him I swear to God we're done." He glared at you, and you laughed.

"On the same token, you're right; we should be held somewhat accountable. How we're supposed to pay for billions in damages to an entire city, still somewhat broken Manhattan, and well, you know. Everything else, we'll figure it out. Maybe call in a few political favors?"

"I don't think political favors are going to keep everything from falling apart." He shook his head, sounding strangely defeated. You looked at him with a gentle smile. "I just feel...tired. I keep trying to fix things, but someone's always standing in my way. And now it's Steve and his current quest to find his best friend -you know, the one that killed my parents?- and just...I dunno. I really don't know."

You wanted to wrap him up in a blanket of love and never let him go.

"Then stop trying to figure it out." You said softly, holding him closer. "You need a break. Too much's going on around you and you've got nothing you can do to solve the problem."

"If I don't solve the problem, no one else is going to. At least, no one with a decent idea of what's going to happen if they do." He tried to reason. You shook your head, poking his nose.

"Don't care. You need to chill out, Tony. It's not like all these super important decisions need to be made today. And if I didn't know any better I'd say you have zero motivation to even figure any of them out. So, what say you and I just take a breather, huh?"

"In the world we live in, who's to say someone doesn't do something stupid, today?" He asked you, and you shrugged.

"All I know is you're tired, you need to chill, and I've got the perfect plan to do so. Get your motivation to do things back together and it'll be great. Trust me."

"I'd be a little more willing to listen if you actually told me what your plan is." He mumbled, and you slid onto his lap once again. "It better be good, otherwise I'm gonna just sit here and motivate myself, somehow."

"No need." You assured him, "I've got just the thing. And I can't give it all away, but it involves a bath, locked doors and champagne." 

"That sounds like a regular me-time for you." He said, unconvinced. You grinned mischievously, nipping his earlobe to his pleasant surprise.

"Not when it's two naked babes in a bath together." You snickered so deviously Tony couldn't help smiling at you. "Now you're convinced, are you?"

"Well when you say it like that, how am I supposed to respond?" He murmured, letting you lift him up from the couch and whisk him to the elevator. He had FRIDAY cancel the rest of the calls for the day, and basically keep your shared floor off limits. And that's precisely what happened, allowing the two of you to get it together, relax and re-motivate your overly stressed Stark.

And when he was motivated again the Civil War started without him.
And probably everyone died. Most likely.
_{not that it matters, I mean you got to spend some awesome quality time with the guy so really who's counting?}