Tony Stark x Reader (Pranks)

You sat up quickly when Tony came down the stairs to the lab you were currently sitting in.  
“Tony! Get your intelligent butt over here and help me with this trigonometry.” You yell at him.  
“Aww, is little (y/n) having trouble with their homework?” Tony teases, walking over.  
“Shut up and help me.” You say. You lean on your elbow on the table watch him look over
your homework.
“You somehow got almost all the answers wrong…” Tony says, putting it back down on the
table.  
“WHAT? I triple checked my answers!!” You say, grabbing the sheet. Out of the corner of
your eye, you can see his lips curling upwards. You turn to him and squint at him. He slightly smirks
in return. You glare at him silently.  
“Alright, fine, you got me, all your answers are right, just make sure you have the right units.”
Tony laughs, pointing to a problem and walking towards a mini bar. You write in the answer and stuff
it into your backpack. You join him at the bar. He has what you can only guess is a glass of whiskey
in his hand, but it’s gone before you can truly see it. You concentrate on the fridge in front of you and
it opens. You float a bottle of apple juice over to yourself along with a glass. You pour it into the glass
and gulp it down.  
“Ugh, that’s what I needed.” You mutter. Tony smirks as he pours himself yet another glass.
“Your kidney’s thank you for the drink.” You say, an almost unnecessary amount of sarcasm in your
voice. Tony only winks at you and chugs it down.  
“So, you are born with an amazing power of telepathy and somehow you get stuck doing
math?” Tony asks, turning his bar stool to face you. You play with your glass and use a finger to swirl
the ice around.  
“Yeah, I guess. I could be saving people or having fun, but here I am, doing trigonometry and
NOT saving people.” You say. Tony is quiet for a bit as he stares off into space. You face him as he
finally looks at you after a long silence.
“You want to go prank someone?” Tony asks. You smile.  
“Yes, definitely.” You say. “But who?” Just after to say this, Bruce walks in, carrying a ton of
blueprints. Tony turns his back to Bruce and makes a notion with his head towards Bruce. Tony
make a ‘O.K’ signal with his hands and winks at you. You shake your head no.  
“No, someone else.” You whisper. Tony nods.  
“What are you two doing?” Bruce asks. You turn to him, but your mind fails you.
“Just drinking.” You say awkwardly. Bruce raises an eyebrow.  
“It’s apple juice, calm down, Bruce.” Tony says. “But this... this is the best whiskey, or was the
best.” He holds up his empty glass. Bruce shakes his head and unrolls some blueprints. He stares at
it in silence for a while. “What’s wrong, Bruce? Having trouble studying?” Tony finally asks, hints of
sarcasm poking through. You snort and grin. He smiles too.  
“No, it’s just...these measurements aren’t right.” Bruce says. You walk over.  
“Hey, that looks like my trigonometry homework.” You say. “You have to times that by point
five, then divide by the height of that.” You point to the page as you talk. He nods.  
“Wow, that might have actually helped…” Bruce says. You smile.  
“I try,” You say. “I’m going upstairs for some food or something.” You walk out with Tony in
tow. You both ride the elevator upstairs while talking about who to prank next. Steve is sitting on the
couch with Clint and Natasha. They are watching a James Bond movie and enjoying it so much they
don’t notice you and Tony come out of the elevator. Tony puts a hand out to stop you from walking
out into their view. He pulls you back into the elevator and he tells JARVIS to close the elevator
doors. You look at him.  
“What’s our game plan?” You ask.
“Ok, they don’t know we’re here. There is a bunch of wires behind that television and if you
can find the right cord, it will completely mess with their movie.” Tony says.  
“How will it mess with it?” you ask.
“Have you ever wanted to watch a movie in a different language? Well, with those wires, they
can. It’s a bright blue wire with a red stripe curling around it. Find the outlet to it, and bingo, James
Bond in German.” Tony replies. You laugh and cover your mouth.  
“This is gonna be awesome.” You say. “But what if they get suspicious?”  
“We’re in an elevator, they can’t outrun it.” Tony says. “Besides, I can override it if there is
trouble. If we need to separate, meet in the third level bathroom.” You stifle a laugh.  
“The bathroom?” You ask. Tony gives you a look.  
“What’s wrong with the bathroom?” Tony asks.  
“Nothing, it’s just a weird place to come to. How about your bedroom, but in the closet.” You
suggest. Tony nods.  
“Alright, fine. Now go do your power thingy.” He says. You concentrate on the cords behind
the television and find the cord. You yank it out the socket and you and Tony can hear German
spewing from the television. Clint swears and Steve tells him to knock it off. You burst out laughing
and hear movement from the other side of the elevator doors.  
“Go go! Press the button!” You yell at Tony. He presses the button and you both go down.
The doors open and you both get out. The stairs rattle as Steve and Clint run down them. Tony takes
your hand and you both run down another flight of stairs to a closet and you squeeze into it. You both
breathe heavily and are sweating slightly. You are about to laugh when you hear Steve outside,
listening for you. You trying to be quiet but fail and Steve turns towards the closet. Tony quickly takes
action and shuts you up by kissing you. Your eyes go wide, then you close them. Steve doesn’t hear
anything and continues down the hall. Even after he is gone, you are both quiet for a bit.  
“Did you just?” you ask, breaking off for a breathe. He smiles down at you.  
“I did.” Tony says.
"You know this is a super cliche spot to hide, right?" You ask, grinning. You slap him and laugh at his shocked face.
“I-I’m sorry, spur of the moment.” You say, shocked yourself. He has a smug expression on
his face before kissing you again. When you break apart he grins at you.
“Sorry, spur of the moment.” He replies. You smirk back. The doors suddenly open and
Steve, Clint, Natasha and even Bruce stand there. Natasha takes a picture and runs off with the
phone.  
“We should go get that phone.” You say.  
“Agreed.” Tony says, before taking your hand and running after Natasha.