Tony stark//one shots

Oh dio mio

I realized that I needed more Italian Tony, so I wrote some. I apologize for any mistakes in the translation of phrases I am not Italian and I'm relying on google translate for this. Enjoy:)
(Mostly fluff with some angst)
(⚠️panic attack⚠️)
*translations at the bottom*

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He felt the persistent cold let up, as warm air brushed over his arms. He sighed, and let his muscles relax. The tool made a sharp noise, quiet in any other setting, but loud in the silent room. Electronics beeped consistently, a steady reminder of calm. Something predictable in such an unpredictable world. He knew that one beep would follow the first, then another, and another. If the beeping suddenly stopped? He knew how to fix it, keep it beeping in time with his breaths. A grounding noise, one that had quelled the shaking in his calloused hands the moment he heard it.

He took a moment to unclench his jaw, opening his mouth slightly to let more air in. He breathed. We're his eyes open? He didn't know. He checked...they weren't. So he opened them, but not before taking another steadying breath.

He thought he heard a voice, a faint one, but a persistent one. Reading off data from servers built into the walls of the tower. It was now seventy eight degrees in the room, the external temperature had dropped to seventeen. He was advised not to leave the tower, or if he did to wrap up warm. Layer after layer over the solid metal cylinder. Keep it warm and keep him warm.

When the data had been read to him twice he pushed away from the desk littered with a mess only he could understand. To others it looked chaotic, to him it was perfect. They didn't know that he could find the box with spare screwdriver heads underneath the stack of widow bites blueprints. They were for an upgrade, one that Natasha had greatly deserved with her work in the field two days prior.

His legs that were still a little unsteady, carried him to the kitchen. A modern arena, full of electronics, though half were unnoticeable. Run by the artificial intelligence that owned the tower probably more than he did.

"Hey Tony" he heard a voice say, way too loud and way too close.

"Oh dio mio!" He gasped, spinning around and grasping at his beating heart. "Non puoi farlo, ho un problema al cuore sai!"

The look on Steve face softened at Tony's words, although the hint of confusion remained.

"Sorry, spiacente. I always forget non parli Italiano" the words slipped out before he could stop himself. He frowned.

Steve smiled lightly, "Tony it's fine, but are you ok? You only do this when it's a bad day. Is it a bad day?" He asked, gently.

Tony thought, and watched as Natasha entered the living room, which he could see from the kitchen.

"No, io sono perfectly fine" he winced internally at the obvious lie, and pushed himself to walk away.

"Hey Tones" Natasha greeted as he walked in, he figured he must look a little worn out as she sent him a concerned look. He shrugged it off and walked further towards her.

"I have something I wanted to show you, seguimi" he started walking back towards the lab. Whatever he had come up for was forgotten as his brain focused on giving Tash the updates.

She stayed silent at his word choice, which he was thankful for. So what if he spoke Italian a lot when he was having a bad day. His mother used to comfort him speaking Italian so maybe his subconscious was trying to do the same thing. Comfort himself by accidentally speaking in his comfort language.

"So I figured that you did such an amazing job on the last mission I'd give you something!" He fumbled for the blueprints. "I'll only update them if you want me to of course, so these are just the plans, I'm sorry if it's confusing to read I can write out a simpler version my handwritings kind of messy sometimes and-"