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Anger was present in the environment, washing over you as you stormed upstairs. Tony didn't call after you as you did so and allowed you to slam the bedroom door shut, the gesture that indicated the conclusion of a fight.
This wasn't any different than your other arguments but it took a larger toll on you. Maybe you were finally getting worn out from the constant fighting. The amount of arguments had seemed to grow within the past week, starting just after Tony decided to tell you about leaving for another two week mission for the government. But, it was just getting tiring.
Tears ran down your cheeks, leaving wet trails through your makeup as you recalled the argument. It was stupid and you knew you were being selfish. It wasn't his fault. The Avengers had fallen apart and now he had to take on a lot by himself. Bruce had also disappeared, which you could tell had affected Tony by his constant excuse to not be anywhere near a lab.
About half an hour had passed since the fight when you heard three soft knocks on the door. The tears had dried, the only remnants of your fit being your red cheeks and the tear streaks down your face.
You got up from the bed, walking over to the door and opening it. Tony leaned against the frame, his eyes avoiding your gaze. The gash from his battle with Steve a few weeks ago still remained near his eye which caused your stomach to turn.
It remained silent for a few moments before you reached forward and latched your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer to you. Your chest heaved as you let out a sob, burying your face into his shoulder. Tony held you close, his arms circling your waist and pulling you flush against his body.
And, although no words were spoken, the fight was done. The house went silent. No more yelling. No more crying. There was just the process of mending what was broken.
