"Tony," you deadpanned, staring at your best friend. "This is a shit idea."

"Doesn't that make it more fun?" he countered. "Come on, Y/N."

You looked at him and sighed. "Yes. Fine."

"Right, it's settled. Happy, this is good!" he called, and you both slid out of the car, barefoot, onto the footpath of your favourite park.

Whilst rain fell from the heavens.

Because Tony loved cliches, and you loved Tony (not that he knew) and he rang you up at 2:37 in the morning so that you could "experience a cliche together".

And you had to admit, in a soaking wet dress with your bare feet slapping against the pavement, looking at Tony in his suit dripping with rain, you found that running in the rain was fun.

And when you stopped, inches away from each other, running in the rain turned to kissing in the rain, with no warning from either of you before you found each other in your arms.

Tony was warm, so you moved closer to him, not breaking contact, letting him explore your lips.

You broke apart, gasping for breath.

"I've wanted to do that for a long time," Tony admitted.

"Then why didn't you do it sooner?" you teased.

"Because I thought you'd turn me down. You're too good for me, "

"Tony," you said, smiling at him. "I would never turn you down. And you're too good for me."

"Y/N, I disagree-"

"Tony, either we can argue about this, or we can accept that we both love each other and dry off."

He smiled down at you. "Good plan."

"It's hard being a genius," you winked, tossing your hair so Tony's face ended up covered in water.

He spluttered as you laughed, running back to the car.

Running in the rain, his hand in yours.

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