"Toooony!" You yell hoarsely from his comfy bed. A clatter of random equipment from his lab soon follows along with a hissing string of curse words. You have a cold, and the only thing you feel that will make you happy is a simple yet luxurious piece [or a pound or two] of chocolate.

"Coming dearest." His voice strained. "My damn toe..." He mumbles, you snicker and then quickly wipe amusement off your face when you hear him approach and put on your miserable face. "What's wrong honey, need more water?"

"I need..." you then dramatically throw yourself back onto the bed, an arm draped across your face, "chocolate." You say, in mock exasperation. Seeing that there is no real problem and that he just stubbed his toe for no reason, Tony goes into sassy stance and leans against the doorway.

"You had me stub my favorite toe so I could drive all the way to the store to get you chocolate?"

You sit back up and squint at him. "I need it."

"How is chocolate gonna help a cold?"

"I need luxury, being sick doesn't have to be boring." You counter, crossing your arms like a child. You two stare at each other for a long while, both annoyed with one another. After a moment or two though, Tony huffed and rolled his eyes and that's when you went into a fit of sneezes. It was sneeze after sneeze...after sneeze.

It was awful.

Especially because of the little 'mew' noise you make after each sneeze, you find it incredibly annoying. Others [for some idiotic reason] find it extremely adorable and similar to a kitten meowing.

"What was that!?!?" Tony cries in disbelief, his eyes bugging out and a huge mischievous grin on his face.

You know that face.

You hate it, his true inner [and evil] child is about to come out. You groan and Tony takes a step forward and begins to dramatically profess how cute it was and then tease you about it. He then sits on the bed and begins to tousle your hair, talking to you as if you were his puppy or something. He was humiliating in front of no one yet it was still awful and just as embarrassing as it would be in front of people cause he knows how to do that- its Tony...

"Stooop."

"But you're such a cute little-" he taunts.

"Stop."

He pinches your cheeks making you feel like a helpless baby exposed to her three enthusiastic grandmothers. You slap his hands away furiously. "I said stop it Tony, dammit!" Tony draws back quickly, his lips all pooched and a frown on his face.

His face sours and he sneers. "You're grumpy."

You think, 'Yeah well...' and then roll your eyes."Get me my damn chocolate."

"Course...princess..." he bows and leaves "Happy wife happy life..." He mumbles sourly, leaving you content with a winning smirk on your face.

'159-22', you think, 'I always win.'

"What kind of chocolate?" He yells.

"Milk chocolate with almonds."

A long pause.

"But I hate almonds!" Tony whines.

"Do not make me get up Anthony!" You growl.

"Okay sugar, just please don't murder me when I return." Classic Tony, he's so dramatic.

You smirk and let a satisfying sigh escape your lips. "160 to 22, life's good."

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Beware the wife...

Idek I just need something done! I've been busy moving, I'm not even close to sine yet either...

Sorry this one SUCKED. I'm cringing just thinking about publishing this...

Just refrain from being too rude about this butt awful chapter, thanks! ^-^

PS. Black Widow I'm that photo is 100% me. XD

- HANNAH THE STUPID BANANA ♥