(Y/n) made her way to Tony's workshop. She had left him sleeping after finally persuading him that actually lying in bed and resting, was much better for him than another gallon of black coffee. Yet as much as she had been enjoying actually having the body of her husband lying next to her, she herself had found it impossible to rest, and at times like these, there was only one place she normally went.

"Yes, boss lady........?" (Y/n) chuckling at how the AI always addressed her; never sure whether it had something to do with Tony, or if F.R.I.D.A.Y had thought it up all by herself. But either way, she always thought it was sweet.

"Be a pal and light them up, will you.........?"

"Your wish is my command........." The AI replied. (Y/n) smiling and shaking her head as the lights came up to illuminate Tony's suits.

"And remember F.R.I.D.A.Y......."

"Yeah, I know, this is our secret........" The AI replied, quieting as (Y/n) made her way over to the suits, and laid her hand gently on the chest of one of them.

She didn't know why she asked F.R.I.D.A.Y to keep these little visits of her, secret. It wasn't that she was doing anything wrong, and she doubted that Tony would mind. In fact, if she came during the day when her husband was there, he would probably take great pride in telling her all about them. No, it was just that she liked viewing the suits while she was alone. There something about them, a wonderful chill going down her spine as it felt like all of them were looking at her. As if all of them, without warning would come to life and surround her; a thought that some might find slightly disconcerting, but to her, all it made her think of was Tony, and how he protected her. How he had saved her life, and how she had fallen in love with the genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist. And how he had got down on one knee and asked her to be his. A smile coming to her lips, as the cold of the metal made its way down from the tips of her fingers, sending wonderful tingles throughout her body.

"Hey, (Y/n)........" A voice suddenly called. (Y/n) quickly removing her hand form the suit and turning to see Sam.

"You ok..........?"

"What......? Oh, yes......I,er..........I just couldn't sleep. I come down here sometimes to look at the suits, it calms me........What about you.....? You're usually dead to the world........" (Y/n) countered, as she made her way over to the former pararescue airman.

"Yeah, normally; but not tonight. Had a bad dream......." Sam simply replied with a shrug, as he leaned up against the door jamb.

"Though how these things calm you I don't know. I swear that it feels like they are all looking at me........"

"True, but I see it just as Tony looking at me, so to me its not a bad thing. And anyway, I think that they have a beauty about them. They are works of art in their own right. Exquisite in design and aesthetic. I always just want to reach out and touch them. To let my fingers caress the metal. They are the perfect combination of man and machine, and I cannot help but find them appealing........."

"Oh, my, god........."

"What...........?" (Y/n) asked, as she turned back to look at a laughing Sam.

"You have a kink for the suits........."

"I what......?"

"You have a kink for the suits.........I bet you have fantasies about them......"

"Stop talking nonsense............"

"Well, if it's not the suits.........wait, have you thought about doing it with the old man while he's in one of his suit........? OMG......You have.....Oh, that is brilliant. I never had you down for the kinky type, (Y/n). Does Tony know?........Wait until I tell......"

"You have lost your mind, birdbrain. I do not have a kink for the suits. I just appreciate their beauty, and the work that Tony has put into them. Now if you don't mind, I have better things to do than talk about such drivel with you......." (Y/n) countered, as she made her way out of the room. Stopping as she got to Sam.

"And if you mention this to anyone....... anyone; I will pluck the Falcon like a chicken......." The agent warned, pointing a finger at a still chuckling Sam; the airman holding up his hands in surrender, before she continued on her way back to hers and Tony's shared room.

"Though I notice you didn't say anything about not wanting to do it with Tony while he was in a suit........." Sam called out. Chuckling again, as he saw her flip him the bird, before walking around the corner.

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(Y/n) crept back into the room, relieved to see that Tony was still asleep. He needed it, he really did. Admittedly he had got better since they had been together, but sometimes he could still spend a number of nights in the workshop forever trying to perfect his suits; to make the next, better version. Especially if something had gone wrong on a mission, he had a tendency of blaming himself, saying that he could have done better. So, to see him slumbering so peacefully; to see the weight of the world taken from his shoulders as he slept, couldn't help but make her smile. The agent making her way over to the bed and carefully climbing in. Her smile getting broader, as her sleeping husband reached his arm out and wrapped it around her, mumbling something incoherently, before letting out a snore. The agent doing her best not to laugh, before she brushed her fingers lightly over his neat beard. (Y/n) biting her lip, as she thought about what Sam had said; as she wondered what it would be like to make love to Tony, while he was in one of his suits. To have that shiver from the cold metal make its way down her spine, as she felt him move inside her. Her breath becoming heavy, her belly warming as images of being pinned down to the bed by the suit; her husband looking out at her from under the helmet as she wrapped her legs around him and dragged her fingers down the back of his suit, filled her mind. The agent finally shaking the notions away, as Tony made another noise and pulled her closer. (Y/n) smiling again, before kissing him on the forehead and settling down into his arms.