So when you found out you had to get your wisdom teeth removed, well, you were not a happy camper. You hid yourself in your room and attempted to take flight to Malibu just to avoid the appointment. But your boyfriend had dragged you back before you could board the plane.
When the day of the procedure rolled around, Tony had to carry you kicking and screaming into the office. They gave you anesthetic and you were out cold in a matter of seconds. Tony kissed your forehead and watched as you were whisked off.
He waited in the waiting room until a nurse said that you were awake. When Tony entered the room, he found you looking around with bleary eyes, cotton in your mouth.
"Hey sweetheart." He greeted
You were sprawled out on the couch of your tiny apartment feeling like you were going to die of heat. You couldn’t even bring yourself to move and call someone to see if you could crash at their place until your air conditioner was fixed. You internally cursed New York for its heat. And then Shield for stationing you here to play baby sitter to the Avengers. And yourself for declining when Tony offered to put you up in Stark Tower.
What you wouldn’t give to be there now, in its air-conditioned embrace, able to move about freely.
You were supposed to be there now. For work. You lolled your head to the side to find the time on the clock across the room, it told you that you were officially two hours late for your job. Fury was going to kill you. You reached out an arm lazily to grab your cell phone and call in sick, finding that it was deader than a doornail before rolling off the couch and on to the floor.
It had all started when a suited man with a soft smile had shown up unannounced… in your living room. After he practically gave you a heart attack and you had thrown the nearest thing at him, a heavy glass dish you kept by the door for keys and such, which he dodged, he’d introduced himself as Agent Coulson.
You knew exactly why he was here, beginning to plead that you hadn’t done anything wrong and to just leave you be. You had been in New York for three years, happily running your little bakery without incident, managing to keep your ability to manipulate the mass of pretty much anything under wraps.
He had just smiled a secretive smile and said, “We know Miss (L/n). We’ve been keeping tabs on you for a while now. I’m here because the planet needs your help.”
You had a date with one of yours and Tony's friends from 1st grade. You remembered how Tony and you were joined at the hip, from kindergarten to now. He would take you over to the sandbox and would make amazing sandcastles.
A boy by the name of Tyler Corbett would always find some way to join you. He gave you the biggest card on Valentines day, not even as close to how awesome Tony's robotic heart strobe light one was. He always would run up to you if he saw you on the school grounds. Tony didn't seem to like it, but then again, Tony didn't seem to like anything at that age.
It became somewhat creepy during 4th grade. You actually started to notice the sly looks he have you and how he stared at the back of your head in class. After high school, Tyler went his separate ways but you and Tony stuck together. You ended up moving into the tower with him after college, and stayed ever since.
You were the
Tony grumbled and reached for his phone with that stupid ring-tone. He was grumpy, mainly because he and Pepper had gotten into another fight...For the sixth time this week. The sleeping arrangements were mixed up tonight. Tony in the master bedroom and Pepper downstairs.
The rest of his grumpiness came from looking at the time. Who the hell calls at 4 AM? Wiping tiredly at his eyes, he pressed the green phone icon on his screen, not bothering the look at the caller ID.
“Hello?” He groaned.
*Honey why are you crying? Is everything okay? I gotta whisper 'cause I can't be too loud*
“Tony...” The weak and fragile voice answered him.
He sat up in bed, automatically awake. He glanced over to make sure the door was closed. Even if Pep was downstairs, he still used a hushed tone.
“(Name), what's wrong?” He asked worried.
You sobbed lightly over the phone. “I'm sorry Tony...I just,