"Y/N! How do you work these stupid powers of yours? I'm getting creamed over here!" Tony's voice came over the comm. You blasted a HYDRA agent about to shoot you. The suit was easy enough to use after you figured out how to work it, but Tony was struggling with your powers. You understood. When you first discovered them, you had no idea how to control them. You'd accidentally caught several things on fire and used wind to blow people into walls. "Tony, you have to relax and think about what you're doing! Don't focus on what you're feeling. If you do, you'll hurt yourself or one of us. Just breathe, okay. I'll be there as fast as I can."

By the time you made your way to Tony, he was surrounded by agents. You blasted a few while Tony struggled to keep in control. "Tony, just breathe. I know you can do this." Before you could say more, you were thrown back by a strong gust of wind. "Not exactly what I meant," you groaned, "But good job anyway." You were incredibly thankful for the suit at that point. It protected you from the impact of the blast. The rest of the team joined the two of you and dispatched the agents. "We got what we came for. Let's get to the jet," Sam said.

Once on board, you turned to Tony and saw tears. "Are- are you crying?" He glared at you and cried, "You dented the suit, Y/N." The entire team tensed. "Seriously, Tony? I saved your life and you're complaining about a dent in your precious suit? A suit that you can fix, by the way! The stupid dent is your fault anyway!" Sam held back a groan and moved to the front of the jet with Steve. Steve had taken to avoiding both you and Tony since the first morning. He couldn't handle the fact that his wife was in her cousin's body and he'd nearly kissed Tony. The arguing continued to escalate all the way back to the tower.

"It does not appear as if your plan has worked, Brother," Thor commented before exiting the quinjet with Loki. "You simply need to be patient. It will succeed eventually." You pushed between the two gods and glared at Loki. "You better hope this wears off soon, Loki," you hissed and continued walking inside. After the mission and several hours of arguing with Tony, you were physically and emotionally exhausted. You wanted sleep.

*Time skip*

"Tony, please?" you begged. There hadn't been anymore missions, but Tony had scheduled several public appearances for himself before the whole body-switch fiasco. "No, Y/N." You pouted. It had taken you three more days to get used to being in Tony's body. There was just one thing that bothered you more than anything. "You are not shaving my face, Y/N. I have an imagine to maintain."

"Screw your image, Tony. I can't stand the facial hair. It's driving me crazy." He stood his ground and for once, you gave in. You had to admit, it was grueling hearing yourself arguing. It was also difficult to be Tony. He was right about having an image and it was difficult to keep up with. Tony was also learning just how hard it was to be a woman. He'd had every single PMS symptom known to mankind and all while having to control your rather dangerous powers.

After another awkward public appearance, you were finally able to relax in the tower. The one plus side to being Tony was that you could handle much more liquor than you could in your own body. Tony, on the other hand, was feeling tipsy three drinks in. He was slurring his words while you were able to laugh at his antics. After a sixth drink, Tony decided that he was wearing too many clothes. Steve intervened when Tony began taking off his shirt. He was still embarrassed about the whole situation, but he didn't want anyone else seeing your body. He picked Tony up and carried him to bed.

The next morning, you woke up with a splitting headache and something tickling your nose. You pushed your hair from under your nose and your eyes snapped open. You were in Tony's room again, but that wasn't what shocked you. What shocked you was the (h/c) hair laying across your shoulder. You ran your hands through it and across your face. No facial hair. You jumped out of bed and ran over to a mirror. Your own face was looking back at you.

You raced to the kitchen and found Tony sitting at the table. "TONY!" He jumped and looked up at you smiling. "We're back!" You went over to him and hugged him. "Thanks for dealing with my PMS for me," you joked when you pulled back. "Never again, sweet pea. Never again. Thanks for not shaving my face. Can't improve perfection." You playfully punched his shoulder as Steve sauntered into the room. "Morning, Capsicle," Tony greeted. Steve whipped his head around and looked at the two of you. "Tony? Y/N?" You nodded and said, "Good morning honey."

"Oh, thank God!" he cried. In two large steps, he closed the space between the two of you. He kissed you deeply and then picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. "Where are we going, Stevie?" He walked toward the elevator. "Bedroom," he growled and you heard Tony's voice from the kitchen. "Something's can't be unseen!"