ᴍᴀʀᴠᴇʟɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ「 ˢᵒᵏᵉᵉᶠᵉ 」

𝓲𝓿. 𝘍𝘐𝘙𝘚𝘛 𝘋𝘈𝘠

Groaning, she reached over to her alarm clock and threw it across the room. But then she shot up out of her bed realizing moments later that she wasn't in her bedroom at Stark Tower and that in her new dorm room she didn't have an alarm clock so she threw her phone.

Still blaring the annoying wake up tune that she programmed it to last night, she sighed as she tore through her messy dark red hair and glared at the irritating tiny black rectangle that contrasted to the white of the cold marble floor.

Looking down, the floor was going to be cold so knowing that made her not want to get up even more. Throwing herself back into the comfortable bed, she pulled the covers over her head as she tried to cancel out the sound of the alarm.

And it was working until a pop song rang, disrupting the constant tone of the wake up music. The song Back in Black by AC/DC was the ringtone she set for Tony, so carefully rolling off her bed, she tiptoed across the cold ground to pick up her phone and answered the facetime.

"Hi dad!" She cheered in a fake happy voice.

"Since the line was ringing for some time, I feel like I called too late and you already threw your phone across the room?" He pondered with a frown on his face before Pepper stole the phone from him and playfully slapped the back of his head.

For such an early time in the morning, her mother looked as beautiful as ever. "Hi my darling," she cooed, "ignore your father, we just made a bet and I won so I'm shoving it in his face."

"Ouch," she jeered mocking, clutching her chest over the facetime. "I can't believe that you guys bet on me. It hurts guys."

"C'mon Sophs," Tony chortled, "you can't believe that we wouldn't bet on something like that—and you just lost me a hundred dollars."

"It's not my fault I'm not a morning person." She complained with a sour face. Or that you guys are betting people.

Propping the phone in her dresser, she went in and found her neatly pressed uniforms.

I'm gonna look like a freaking sailor.

Smoothing the space between her eyebrows, she mentally chastised herself for scrunching her face. Although, something as trivial as depressing uniforms deserved a good face scrunch.

Tony and Pepper were talking to her, and all it did was go in one ear and then right out the other. As she told them before, and as they knew, she was not a morning person.

Nodding and giving grunts in response to whatever they were saying, she walked into her bathroom and screeched. She should've suspected that her hair wasn't going to cooperate with her, but she really didn't expect that it would look this much like a pineapple—li-hing pineapple since her hair was red now instead of blonde.

"I think she finally saw her hair," she heard Tony loudly whisper to Pepper, intentionally saying it loud enough for her to hear.

"Oh no!" Pepper exclaimed, playing along, "We'll leave you alone now honey, you call us later and we can talk about your day—love you!"

"Bye, kid."

Love you three thousand.

She would never tell them that she loved them, not because she didn't want to. But because she virtually couldn't say it out loud. They knew that she loved them, and she would do anything for them to express that love—just never tell them to their face.

It was something about her that just didn't trust them to not abuse that love, even though she knew they loved her just as much and would never do that to her—hell, they probably loved her more than she loved them. Something inside her always prevented those words, much like a self preservation mechanism that was ingrained in her.