(Y/n) made her way into the common room, eyeing Sam as he smiled at her. The agent finding herself grinding her teeth, as his grin got wider. She didn't know why the thought of Sam calling her kinky, irked her so much; why the notion of him telling the others what he had seen, made her strangely nervous. (Y/n) sure that they would all laugh at Sam, rather than her. But she was promising herself if the shit eating grin didn't leave Wilson's lips, the Falcon would be going the same way as the dodo.

"What are you doing........?" Bucky suddenly asked, as he finally noticed the looks that were passing between Wilson and (Y/n).

"Whatever it is, if (Y/n) comes for you, don't expect me to help you. I'm on her side.......And if you wanna tie him up in knots, doll, I'll pretend I don't hear his screaming." The old soldier continued, as he got up and made his way into the kitchen; patting (Y/n) on the shoulder as he passed by.

"So........." Sam finally said, as he turned from glaring at the back of Bucky's head, back to (Y/n).

"Tell the tin can about your kink, yet..........?"

"I do not have a kink. I have an appreciation for my husband's work........."

"Appreciation.......? Is that what the kids are calling it these days........." Sam chuckled. His amusement only growing as (Y/n) huffed and crossed her arms.

"Hey, it's not like there is anything wrong with having a bit of a kink. We all have them. As long as you don't go from the feather to the full chicken, it's all good." Sam continued. His chuckle turning into a full-on laugh as (Y/n)'s face turned a bright shade of red.

"Get this through your thick skull, Tweety Pie. I do not have a kink............"

"Kink.......? What kink...........?" Another voice came. Clint making his way into the room, looking between his fellow agent and former pararescue air force man, who was now holding his ribs due to how much he was still laughing.

"Nothing. There is no kink. Wilson has just got a bee in that cavernous expanse of an empty cranium of his. It and the dust bunnies that already call his head home, have been imagining things that aren't there." (Y/n) explained to Clint. The archer just rolling his eyes; sure, that he needed another coffee, before this story went any further. Clint unable to say anything to (Y/n), before she turned and quickly made her way out of the room. Sam able to call out one word as she left........

"Suits..........!" Clint deciding that whatever that meant, he might just have to Irish up that coffee, before he asked Sam for an explanation.

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(Y/n) made her way through the corridors to get to the workshop; grumbling something about doing some very unpleasant thing to Sam. The agent sure that if she could come up with some suitable punishment for Wilson, she wouldn't have to twist Bucky's arm to get him to help her; nor would she probably have to explain why she was doing it; while she simultaneously cursed at whoever came up with the word 'kink'. The agent only stopping her small rant, as she got to her destination. Her brows furrowing as all the glass that usually allowed a full, uninterrupted view of the workshop, was now blacked out. Her confusion only growing, as the door neither opened automatically, nor, would it moved when she tried to push it open.

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

"Boss lady.........?"

"What's going on? Why are the windows blacked out, the door locked? Is Tony, ok?" (Y/n) asked. The agent concerned for her husband's wellbeing as this was the first time that she had seen the workshop like this.

Tony had risen before her, that morning. Not that that was anything unusual; Tony was always out of bed early; but he knew that she would always come to the workshop and see him, if she wasn't at S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters, in DC, or on some mission. So, to find this............

"Mister Stark is fine. He.......he just said that he is working on something secret........."The AI explained. The whole thing sounding very fishy to (Y/n).

"Secret........Tony.......Really? The man who announced that he was Iron Man to the world. The man that has an ego of such a size, that it puts the Grand Canyon to shame. A man that has to be the greatest self-publicist of all time, for whom enough is never enough; you are trying to tell me that he now wants to keep something secret...........?" (Y/n) queried, her arms folded firmly across her chest, as she waited for F.R.I.D.A.Y to reply.

"Er.......yeah.........." (Y/n) about to say something in reply to the AI's less than convincing retort, until Tony suddenly opened the door to the workshop and closed it behind him.

"I thought I heard your dulcet tones expounding my virtues......." Tony smiled, as he came over to his wife and took her into his arms.

"What are you up to, Stark..........?"

"What do you mean. Have you ever known me to be up to something........?"

"Yes, and when you have F.R.I.D.A.Y telling me that you are doing something.........secret; it definitely means that you are up to something. Now, what are you doing in there that needs all the windows blacked out, and the door locked..........?"

"You know, you look exceptionally beautiful today. I am so glad that I married you. It has to be one of the smartest decision's that I have ever made. I have to be the luckiest man in the world.........." Tony said, as he tried to change the subject. His eyes twinkling as he went in for a kiss, only to find (Y/n)'s hand in his face.

"Ok, Captain Charisma, you can cut the smarm. Now, what are you up to........?"

"And when I am done, you, will be the first to know........" Tony told her, this time managing to kiss her, before pulling away.

"Now, do me a favour, go and bug Rogers. His life has been far too quiet, recently; don't want him getting too comfortable......" Tony continued, before kissing her again, then quickly making his way back into the workshop; the sound of the door locking behind him, leaving (Y/n) in the corridor by herself; now with more questions than she had before.