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TO SAY YOU were okay would be like saying Donald Trump is sane.
It would be the biggest lie of the century.
Tony had broken up with you again. Blubbering out nonsense after he woke up from a nightmare about protecting you and that everyone around him died because he was like a disease or something.
You were a mess and Thor got fed up with you being holed up in your room and not remembering to bring him Pop Tarts.
Tony walked in to the room and froze as he saw you. His eyes looked sad and broken but quickly became wide as Thor stormed towards him and picked him up by his throat.
"Thor!" You squeaked. He stayed glued to his spot with his hand around Tony's throat. "I'll get you poptarts!" You snapped, throwing your arms up.
A second later Tony was back on his feet and Thor was patting him good naturedly.
