(mentions of body negativity!)

Tony turned over in the bed. He cracked one eye open when he felt the empty space where you usually slept. His brows furrowed in confusion. Where were you? One glance at the clock told him that it was way too early to be awake. Groaning, Tony forced himself to get up and go find you. If only to bring you back to bed where it was warm and comfortable.

He went to the kitchen first, thinking that maybe you had been having trouble sleeping again and had gone to get some milk or something to help you sleep. You weren't there. He checked all your favorite places in the Tower first, but he still couldn't find you. Finally, he decided to "wake" F.R.I.D.A.Y. and ask where you were.

"Miss Y/L/N is in the gym." To say Tony was confused would be an understatement. Why were you in the gym so early in the morning? Tony made his way to the gym and sure enough, there you were. Sweat was dripping down your brow and you were panting from all the exertion. Tony stood in the doorway watching you for a moment.

You were completely oblivious to Tony's attention. You were focused on what you were doing. No one knew, but you were determined to lose weight. It wasn't that you didn't like yourself. You did. You'd always been on the bigger side, but that didn't bother you much. You loved your curves. What did bother you were the tabloids.

Dating Tony Stark put you in the public eye all the time. Needless to say, there was always that one person with something negative to say. Sometimes it was that it was just a shame that Tony was no longer on the market. But a lot of the time, it was comments about your weight. About how Tony could stand being with someone that clearly wasn't a 10 when he was. You didn't tell Tony, but the comments began to sting after a while.

"What are you doing up so early, Y/N?" You jumped nearly a foot in the air when Tony finally spoke. You glanced over at him and almost got hit in the face with the bag you'd been punching. You cleared your throat. "No reason," you whispered. Tony scoffed before making his way over to you. You were looking down at the floor in shame. Tony lifted your chin up so he could look into your eyes.

"Nice try, sweetheart. Really, what's going on?" You sighed and gestured to the magazines on the floor next to your workout bag. Tony walked over to them, picked them up, and read the offending articles. "I thought they didn't bother you, Y/N." You huffed. "They didn't. But hearing the same thing so many times if enough to wear anybody down. I'm not worthy of you, Tony. Not looking the way I do."

Tony threw the magazines on the floor and wrapped his arms around you. "Hey. That kind of talk is not allowed. I love you just the way you are. Every last bit of you. It's me that isn't worthy. You are vivacious and sweet. You put up with me when my ego gets a little too big and you take care of me when I've had too much to drink. I love you no matter what. You are the sexiest woman I've ever met because you don't let others tell you who to be. Don't start now."

"Thank you, Tony. But I'm going to do this. For the satisfaction of shoving it in those jealous women's faces." Tony laughed softly. "Don't let that be the reason. If you want to do this, do it for you. Not for me and not for those women who wouldn't know what to do if they couldn't gossip and make rude comments about my girlfriend."

You let out a giggle. "Okay. I won't do it for them. But I am going to lose weight." Tony could see the fierce determination painted on your expression. "Alright then, sweetheart. If you insist on this, then I'll support you. I'll even help you if you want." You grinned at him and Tony felt his heart nearly burst. He loved those smiles of yours.

You thanked Tony profusely and he shook his head. "You don't need to thank me. Now, are you finished for the morning? Seeing you like this has my mind going all over the place. The gutter specifically." You playfully rolled your eyes. "Perv," you chided, but then smiled again. "Come on. You can join me in the shower." Tony didn't need a second invitation.