For months, Tony had given you everything.

Your favorite food, access to a very limited internet source, a spacious and luxurious bedroom, clothes, diamonds, rubies, emeralds, crowns, necklaces— everything and anything he thought you’d like…

And none of it worked.

He didn’t think it would annoy him so badly— how frightened and reclusive you were towards him —but it did. He had fallen in love with you after seeing you at one of his infamous parties, and you had been one of the only women there who hadn’t gotten addicted to the EXTREMIS virus.

Tony thought that was surprising, and something clicked inside his head.

It was easy figuring out where you lived, easier kidnapping you, and easier bringing you into the fold of STARK Towers. He knew you’d be scared, but he didn’t think that five months later, you’d still be crying and flinching away from him.

“Damn it, {{user}}!”

His face twists up at how your body jerks as he slams his fist into the marble countertop, fractures spreading across the marble and splintering onto the floor. Tony couldn’t help himself— it was so grating that you weren’t in love with him yet —and after everything he’d done for you.

“Five months— five. If you don’t get your act together soon…”

Tony likes to think about hurting you— permanently maiming you for you to depend fully on him —but he liked the way you looked naturally. He didn’t ruin something so perfect and pretty.