Tony Stark/Iron Man Imagines

I Will Take Care of You

You can't say that you don't love Tony being overprotective. You really love it. You think its cute. He worries a lot on the inside because you know, he's a superhero...He's Tony Stark...he used to make weapons...and all three of those make enemies. You know there are some pretty sick psychopaths out there and they'd do anything to get Tony's attention, and that includes hurting you obviously. You weren't just talking about the super villians out there. You were also talking about his overly obsessed fangirls. And you didn't blame Tony when he protected you from the mobs. One time, when you used to live separately from him, you woke up and there was a small bomb with nails attached to it in your mailbox. Thankfully you were still inside when it went off but Tony never let you live alone ever again obviously. Yeah some girls were pretty crazy...

But recently you had asked him to stop worrying. You were fully capable of handling yourself. You were now a SHIELD agent with a badge and gun. You weren't scared of any villian or crazy fangirl. And he actually agreed to your terms...so of course he wasn't there when you needed him most.

You were alone at the Tower. You lived there, even though you weren't even an Avenger yet. The team was out on a mission and you were sleeping. Recently, you finished a mission where you failed. You watched two hundred people die due to toxic gas. Even children...

So no one would blame you if you woke up screaming. You gasped loudly, clawing for breath as the images pass through your mind. You got out of bed, stumbling on your way out of your room, gripping hold of anything to steady you as you make it to the kitchen. You thought a drink of water would calm you down and when you take a sip of some, you realized just how bad your hand was shaking just by holding the glass. You coughed out the water and dropped the glass, shattering it and making it slice at your bare legs since you only wore a tank top and shorts.

"Miss Y/N are you alri-!"

JARVIS was cut short when you collapsed on the ground, gasping and panting really fast as your eyes were huge in panic mode. You fingers dug into the tile floor, making your nails bleed.

JARVIS usually kept track of everyone who lived in the tower's heart rate, since it was part of his programming, and realized how dangerously high your heart rate was, so he automatically sent a panic signal to Tony. Stark had programmed a panic button into your phone that would be sent to Tony as soon as you hit it in case of emergencies, and that's exactly what his A.I. did.

When Tony broke from the group and got the notify in his helmet, he panicked, rushing out of the mission and flying home as quick as he could. The one time you ACTUALLY needed him, and he was so far away from helping you. Tony just prayed that he'd make it in time...whatever that was happening to you.

He came crashing into the window ten minutes later, "Y/N?!?!"

He heard a crash in the kitchen and flew in there, full suit and all, seeing you spasm out and gasp as you tried to stand. Your legs were bleeding, and you had this wild look with tears in your eyes.

Tony recognized the symptoms. He experienced them plenty of times. You were having an anxiety attack.

He got out of his armor and ran towards you, gripping your shoulders as he brought you close to him and he lowered the two of you to the ground.

"Shhhh shh Y/N, hey hey. You're okay. You're alright. You're safe here. You're with me."

You kept on panicking as you looked around the room, horrified and kept crying.

Tony brought your face in his hands, and made you look at him. "Y/N, look at me. Hey hey hey, look at me....shhh. Just try to breathe with me."

He took in a deep breath, held it for a little while, then slowly let it out. This replayed over and over, until you started doing it and calmed down. He learned to do this every time he had a panic attack, and it worked wonders. You started shaking once your breathing turned to normal, and now you were just crying, gripping to his hands holding your face.

He pulls you into him as you both sat there, on the kitchen floor. He held you in his lap, his chin on top of your head as he sighs in relief that it was all over. Thank god it was nothing worse...

You hiccuped, as you gripped his T-shirt. "T-T-T-Ton-ny...."

"Shhhhhhh." Tony whispered, kissing the top of your head, "I got you."

"I will take care of you..."

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The next morning, once your legs were bandaged and you were in bed, Tony took care of you for most of the day, since most of the time you assured him you were fine now. But, to your terror, you caught a cold the week after, and he was doing the same things all over again! Only this time, you got a foot massage when your feet got cold;) You were starting to think that you should get these more often...