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Two weeks. Two weeks marks since Tony and I broke up, for the first week I was drowning myself with alcohol in my NYC penthouse until I decided to at least to try and pull myself together, also after a long rant from Wanda and Steve. I had been out grocery shopping then got a coffee with Sam who filled me on all the drama that's been happening since I was away, mainly the silly arguments he has with Bucky and the pranks Nat and Clint pull on each.
It was 9pm, I was on the phone with my mum who I ever rarely see as I don't have a good relationship with my family "Y/N we were finally proud you got yourself a wealthy man who gave some fame to our name until you went a blew it all way, you stupid child!" My mother exclaimed, telling me off on the phone all the way from England. "Oh my god shut up, that's all you cared about, and I am not a child, I am thirty three god damn it, stop treating me like a 12 yr old!" I cried, wiping my teary eyes. "Well you should be treated like on, you still act like one and make stupid childish mistakes!" She yelled at me, the phone right next to my ear. I hung up and threw my phone next to me on the sofa, breaking down and cradling myself. When I try and finally get over Tony my mother always has to ruin everything and bring it all back to me.
After a few minutes of crying and controlling myself I went into the bathroom and took the makeup wipes out the cabinet, cleaning all of it off my face then chucking it in the bin. I went back into the kitchen and made some night tea before going to sit down and watch friends.
Half way into the episode my phone started buzzing causing me to sigh and put the empty mug on the coffee table before for answering, recognising the caller id was Nat. "Hey Nat, why you calling now?" I asked, pausing the episode. "Sorry, but I'm, it's Tony" she apologised quickly. "I don't want it hear it, we broke up two weeks ago!" I replied, about to hang up. "Wait Y/N please, he's killing himself, he won't sleep, he won't eat, all he does is drinks and stays up all night, he's not caring about himself, his hygiene, his appearance, he keeps collapsing onto the floor and passing out, you have to come and say something to Tony, he's broken without you!" Nat explained, worry in her voice which is quite rare. "Fine, lucky for you I haven't had a drink tonight, I'll be there in twenty" I said through gritted teeth before hanging up.
When I finally arrived at the tower through the busy traffic and tourists of snowy, winter New York I went into the tower and headed up to the avengers living quarters. I was met by everyone on the couch in clothes from today, waiting patiently for me. "Y/N, thank god, he's in the lab!" Steve informed me, getting up and giving me a hug. I patted his back and pulled away, following Steve down to his lab while everyone watched us walk away.
We paused at the door, looking through the glass watching Tony down a bottle of beer, tinkering on something miserably. "Told you" Nat whispered from behind me, earning a glare from Steve. Tony stood up and got half across the room before gripping onto the nearest desk, collapsing onto the floor. My mouth dropped open a bit as I opened the door and dropping onto my knees, putting a hand on Tony's cheek.
