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Fine, Call me that Please - fluff

A/N: part 2 of don't call me that. this part covers the mental illness i mentioned previously. hope you enjoy
TW: depression, anxiety, ptsd

you made your way to the kitchen, getting a tall glass of cold water. you downed it rather fast, refilling the cup before tip toeing to the living room. you sat down on the couch briefly, the clock read 1:58 am on the dot. you let out a sigh, glancing around the room as chills ran down your arms

what a shit day to have no extra work.

you were far ahead on every last one of your projects. you could potentially finish Mark 69 tonight, but it just wasn't feeling right. you had no more paperwork, not that you had much to begin with. 

the floor was silent, steve slept off in his room but you were left stranded, awaken by your own nightmare. it wasn't as common you would get these, trauma does that to you. it wasn't something you mentioned often. or at all for that matter. 

you never talked about it to anyone, other than tony that is.

you could here his stomps from a mile away, the sound of his boots hitting the linoleum. you did everything you could to calm your breathing, knowing what little time you had

"y/n, i was thinking that- hey what happened?" his voice grew soft, walking to your desk, dropping the book he held

"oh, hey sorry. i'm alright" you forced a small smile, sitting up straight as you wiped your face "what were you saying?"

"no, y/n what's going on?" he sat on the only available corner, his eyes seeing the lit up screen on your phone

"please, it's nothing. y-you know i don't like work and personal-"

"if you want think job to work you're going to need to learn to trust me one day kid" he smiled softly, his hand reaching out to yours "let me be here for you"

"its just" you let out a soft sigh "i feel like if i talk to you about this you'll think you need to help me and i don't want handouts"

"hey, if i ever choose to help you its my choice, im notoriously selfish."

"it's just, my pharmacy called. they raised the price of my prescription. its too much for me, and i can live without it obviously, but its kind of important" you let out a sigh, letting your head fall against the desk as a few tears snaked down your cheek

"y/n, you know you can just ask and i can h-"

"no. i don't want handouts tony. i can figure myself out, its just stressful." you gave him a small grin, glossy eyes

"and you want me to just sit back and do nothing?" he cocked his head "and just watch you be sad?"

"i just don't feel comfortable with you doing that for me. you already gave me this dream job, i am very grateful for of course. i just need to figure something out. my apartment is expensive and probably too big for me anyways" you trailed off, talking to yourself at this point "alright, i should get back to work, thanks for just listening to me stark, i just need to distract myself"

"if thats what you'd like. just remember im here alright?" he stood, his hand slipping and grabbing your phone, completely unnoticeable by you. 

"thanks" you smiled, turning back to your keyboard while he walked out of the room

it was an hour gone until you noticed your phone was gone. you stood, moving around the room in hopes of finding it. you searched everywhere from your desk to bruce's cupboards, not that you had been there recently.