Close Your Eyes

Just a little note for you readers that don't pay attention to the description box, this is a bonus chapter. It has nothing to do with the story and wrote this a while ago. This is a small glimpse of what Dasha and her relationship with Tony might be like if they did end up together.

The continuous coughing noise interrupted her reading as she flaccidly sat beside the bed ridden billionaire. Keeping her composure was easy unless it was coughing on purpose to get her attention.

"Da-sha." He croaked; his voice came out in a raspy whisper.

The woman rolled her eyes as she placed the book on her lap with confined anger, "Yes?" Dasha wouldn't be surprised if his dramatic nature came shining through at a moment like this. He could handle being thrown around by evil doers and yet he couldn't handle something as simple as the flu.

"I'm cold." He pouted.

"Then pull the rest of your blankets up." She coldly stated, lifting the book into her focus again, the disruption of his coughing caught her sight again. Tony groaned as he lifted his arms forward as if he was trying to get the blankets.

"Babe, I can't reach." Dasha's finger twitched in annoyance before she slammed her book shut and stormed over to his bedside and yanked the rest of the covers over his sickly body. The cocky grin was still plastered on his face, "Thanks babe. Maybe you can warm me up in other ways."

Dasha scowled, "In your dreams."

"In my dreams you are wild sex addict that has your way with me."

"Shut up." Dasha mumbled as she tapped his mouth commanding him to open, shoving the thermometer under his tongue. She waited a minute or so as she checked his lymph nodes. "Your lymph nodes are still swollen and you're a little warm." Her cold hands crept up from his neck to his forehead before she plucked the device from his mouth to see he was a little over a hundred.

"Lay back down while I make you some tea to soothe your throat." She gently pushed him back down as he protested. Her glare remained firm as she told him to stay put. Dasha felt more like a mother than a girlfriend.

Sighing, she pushed herself off the bed and headed down the steps. "JARVIS." She called out.

"You beckoned, Ms. Swan?"

"Make sure Mr. Stark stays in bed while I prepare him a meal. He needs his rest and if he refuses then he will suffer the consequences."

"He will be notified, Ms. Swan."

"Thank you."

"The pleasure is all mine, Ms. Swan."

Jogging down the stairs, she caught sight of the kitchen to see that pot had steam emitting from the top with small bubbling sounds. Sniffing the concoction her grandmother used to make when she was sick, she stirred it with a large spoon before planting the kettle on the stove filling it with water.

It came to her attention that Tony hasn't eaten anything since that morning and with all his bitching and complaining, it didn't dawn on her that she hasn't fed him. He not once complained about being hungry which was normal seeing that he rather be satisfied in other ways. She rolled her eyes at the temptations he attempted on her to have sex with him.

It was beyond her why he wanted to do such a thing when he can barely move his limbs or that is what he was complaining about. Turning off the burner for the soup she made, she noticed the heels clicking on the tile floor.

"How's Tony doing?"

"A small piece of him is dying every time he coughs up a lung." Dasha rolled her honey colored orbs. "He's actually getting better. He attempted for me to get into bed with him."

Pepper nodded, "Sounds like ol' Tony to me. Then again, he always had to be touching you in some way. I've noticed something about you."

Dasha lifted her head in interest as she scooped up the bowl of soup and left it on the counter to cool down. "What?" The sparkle in those blue eyes held something that has wanted to come out since Dasha finally caved into Tony's lecherous ways.

"That you're always over here. It's like you live here."

"I don't live here. I work here in case if you forgotten."

"True, but you get something a little on the side when you're finished…working." Dasha felt her face heat up at the insinuation before she weakly scoffed. She muttered about Pepper being utterly ridiculous. "I am not being ridiculous. There is nothing wrong with what you're doing. I just can't believe you finally caved in."

Pepper chuckled when Dasha's irritation fell through when Tony's nasally voice filled the intercom. "Dashaaaa! I'm lonely! I need some medical attention!"

"You're man is calling you." Pepper teased.

Dasha growled as she placed the bowl of soup on the tray before fixing his tea with a bit of honey and lemon. "I swear he will be the death of me." She grumbled. She lifted the tray off the counter as she heard Pepper's wishes of luck.

The insistent whining continued to drone on until she reached the room. Kicking the door open, Tony's head popped up from the thick sheets covering him. "Dasha! What took you so long?" She took notice of his bright red nose and pale face before a congested cough took control of his throat. Dasha passed him the bottle of water that was on his nightstand and placed the tray down.

"I was making you something, idiot. Here, eat this." Grabbing the bowl of soup, she tried to hand it over to Tony. He turned his body away from the bowl.

"I don't want it."

Dasha took a deep breath, slowly as she told Tony, "It will help you feel better. Now take it." He now was turned on her side again and he let out that pathetic groan while he lifted up his arms.

"I'm—too—weak—to—hold—bowl." Pursing her lips at the stupid excuse for her to feed him, she had no choice, but to pull her chair closer to his bedside and held it close to him. Scooping a small portion into the spoon she held it out for him to eat. As he slowly ate it, he winced. "It's too hot!"

"Blow on it then!"

"You do it." Dasha didn't think that Tony would act like such a child over something so…small. She reminded herself that in her field she specialized in children that were difficult and even then she had more patience than what she had with Tony. Inhaling a deep breath through her nostrils, she muttered an answer of compliance.

Blowing on the spoon filled with the broth she made, he finally started to eat it. Little bit little, she spoon fed him. If she was looking in it probably would look utterly romantic for a girlfriend to be so kind and nurturing to her boyfriend while others would probably gag from the affection.

She might be one of the ones on the latter.

Thankfully when she placed the bowl on the tray, she checked the temperature of the tea and it was cool enough for him to drink on his down. Taking his hands into hers, she placed the cup into his hands and demanded him to drink it.

He didn't comply.

"Do it." She gritted her teeth. Her brown eyes narrowed into slits as Tony muttered how nasty the tea tasted. It didn't matter if it tasted horrible to him; she knew he despised tea and if he had his way he would be drinking soda with double cheeseburgers than eating soup and drinking tea.

His eating habits were that of a child and she had to make sure as his doctor and girlfriend to make sure that he at least had a somewhat balanced diet filled with vegetables and calcium since he thrived on protein. Watching his every movement, she noticed him spitting some of the tea back into the cup.

"Dammit Tony." She took the tea from his hand as he sheepishly smiled knowing that it did the trick. One thing he did take notice of his lovely girl was that she hated when things were spewed out. It was beyond disgusting in her eyes and having him do that over and over again with the tea made her cringe.

Tony then watched Dasha walked into the bathroom to grab a few things before going into his drawers. He perched himself up to see what she was looking for. "If you're looking for your lingerie it's in the second one to your right. Bout time you give me a show." He muttered the last part to himself. Suddenly something flew and hit his head.

"Ow! What the fuck? Dash!" He narrowed his eyes at the item to see it was a bottle of lotion that was thrown at his head. Tending to his head, Dasha grumbled how much he deserved that hit before plopping down next to him again.

Placing the items down, a sly smile appeared on his lips when she started to unbutton the top of his shirt. "If you wanted to take control; all you had to do was ask." The woman ignored his remark as she only unbuttons a few of them to expose his chest. Gathering the blue and green bottle of Vicks, she twisted the lid open before scooping a decent chunk of the clear substance onto her fingers.

Lathering it onto his chest, he hummed in satisfaction before the powerful smell hit his nostrils almost clearing his airway immediately. When she tossed the covers away from him to lather the bottom of his feet, he had to say something to her. "Never knew my girl had a foot fetish."

"Shut your trap Stark." She snapped before placing the socks onto his feet to prevent Vicks being spread across the floor whenever he decided to walk. He chuckled at her flustered face and pulled the covers back up to his chin again.

When her eyes finally found his again, he saw the tenderness hidden underneath all that irritation she usually showed him. Her long slim fingers ran across his oily mocha colored hair in a comforting way and placed a tender kiss on his forehead.

"Stop being so damn overbearing Stark and just get some rest." Her voice was tender and soft with a scolding tone underneath it all. Placing a hand against his cheek, he looked at her softly as she caressed his cheek with her thumb. "You can be too much sometimes."

"You wouldn't take me any other way." He confidently shared.

"Actually I would. If you weren't so damn cocky-"

"You wouldn't have fallen for me." He stated. A grin crosses his features to lighten up the mood that she was setting around them; Dasha pushed herself off of him to sit on the chair beside him. "Dashaaa!" His scratchy voice echoed around the room again. "Why are you damn far?"

"Because I don't want to get sick."

Tony stared at Dasha for a few seconds before he inched closer to her in a slow crawl. Her eyes were focused on the book again and when his hand reached her line of vision, she shot him an annoyed look.

"What?"

"Come sleep with me."

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"I promise to be quiet if you accompany me." He watched the struggle of her actually agreeing to his terms. They were tempting. Oh so very tempting and he sealed the deal when he started laid back down and started to go into detail about their sex life.

Dasha kicked off her shoes and sweater before she climbed into bed with him. She faced away from him and felt her heart flutter when he wrapped his warm arms around her pulling her closer to him. Tony coyly grinned when he saw the shiver crawl down her spine when he blatantly kissed the back of her neck.

He then placed another one right next to it hearing the warning of Dasha. Tony smirked when her body melted into him as his lips finally was placed on the crook of her neck, sucking it lightly. "Anthony." The dangerously low tone in her voice only made him grin.

"Yes dear?" He continued to nip at the soft spot while one of his hands danced along the line of her jeans, tempting to dive in.

"You're sick and I rather you not share that with me." A moan escaped her lips as his other hand discreetly grazes her nipple.

"I know, but it has been quite some time since we've been alone." He huskily whispered into her ear. "Unless," Tony started to pull back "You don't want to."

Dasha growled and flipped him over onto his back. He grinned in victory as she straddled him and pressed her lips vigorously onto his. How easily it was to have Dasha give him what he wanted and he didn't have to do half of the work. It was a life that he never took for granted.

A couple of days later, after the breathtaking sex the couple had. Incessant coughs filled the room and Tony looked at his girlfriend in disgust. "Mind covering your mouth next time before you spread your germs. I rather not get sick." A smack on his arm was received and a bloodshot glare.

Dasha lay in bed with sheets up to her chin, "Stop being such a jackass."

"Well if you need me. Just holler." He waved as he turned the corner from his bedroom to see Pepper already on her way with antibiotics and remedies that will soothe Dasha from climbing out of the bed and pummeling Tony. He then turned back into the room, peaking inside with a small smile. "Love you."

Only being met with another glare, her shoulders slumped as she grumbled something close to what he just said. Tony inched closer into the room, cupping his ear in a teasing motion. "What? I didn't hear you."

"Tony." Pepper warned him. Dasha wasn't in the mood for the games he usually played on her and seeing the frustration etched on her face he disregarded it.

"I want her to say it. Come on, Dash. If you say it then I'll leave you alone."

"Don't make promises you can't keep, asshole." Dasha snapped. The last time he made a promise to her, it ended up with her sweaty and needy for his touch. Instantly becoming putty in his hands and not thinking twice of being so close to him while he was ill.

When he sat at the edge of the bed, he motioned for her to say it. Dasha glanced at Pepper and then at Tony before she huffed. "Aw, don't be like that Dash." She felt the bed sinking as he scooted closer to her. "Just whisper it in my ear." He waited for her to say it and she glared at him when she saw the face mask her to see his smug grin.

She mumbled something incoherently into his ear. "Louder." Dasha gritted her teeth. In her mind she knew if she caved in then it will be easier for her in the long run. He would leave her alone and give her at least a handful of minutes of solitude before he bugged her again. A few minutes were better than none.

"I love you." She mumbled.

"Atta girl!" He ruffled her hair, she slapped his hand away.

She blushed when he hugged her so openly with Pepper around and whispered, "I love you too kiddo." It happened so fast that she almost didn't catch it. A crinkle around his eyes showed he was smiling when he pulled back. "Make sure she drinks a lot of fluids Pep. I don't want Dash to be contaminating my room for long. And you, I'll see you in a couple of hours." He pointed at Dasha before taking his leave.

Dasha rolled her eyes as she plopped down on her pillow, "What an idiot."

Even though relief appeared on her face she couldn't wait for the hours to pass and for Tony to accompany her again. A small smile crossed her lips at his subtle way of being sweet. He was still an idiot.