I'm Iron Man, And I'm Agent Coulson

Chapter 110 Apologies

By the time I got back to the tower, it was after midnight, and I was freezing. I didn't even want to come back, but I didn't want to go to the facility and deal with Steve and Natasha's questions either.

I quickly headed upstairs, and changed into pajamas and one of Tony's pullovers. His bed was cold and empty as I slid underneath the sheets, but I closed my tired eyes, while my teeth chattered, and pulled my knees to my chest.
After almost nine hours of aimless driving, eating crappy takeout, and walking around Central Park, I was still at a loss about our argument, but the urge to talk about it fell to the wayside after the hours passed by and Tony hadn't texted or called.
He had no right to be this angry, especially over something so trivial and meaningless, and I wasn't going to apologize for something I certainly didn't do. So, I spent hours driving and watching people, as they went about their lives, till I couldn't stand the cold anymore.
I pulled the blankets over my head, while a small trail of tears burned my cold cheeks, but I settled underneath the blankets and let my exhaustion drag me down into a restless sleep.

Lab

"(Y/n) is laying down in the bedroom, and her truck has an extra hundred miles on it, as of this evening," FRIDAY uttered into the quiet of his lab.
He didn't answer, just sighed in relief that she was home safe.
For the life of him, he still couldn't figure out what made him so angry earlier, and he spent the last eight hours trying to figure it out.
Jealousy wasn't an easy emotion he had experience dealing with, but it seemed to rear its ugly head as he quietly watched the new interviewer blantantly flirt with (y/n), while he stood there. That guy was a disrespectful asshole, but he really didn't have a reason for taking it out on her, but she didn't have a reason for calling out his old habits either, which only made him angrier.
Maybe he was just exhausted, and slipping under these busy last few days? Maybe it was the traffic, and the fact he forgot she asked him to tag along, only to find her smiling and blushing at the leering smile on her interviewer's face? Or maybe, just maybe, he was a little miffed, by the way that Adam guy looked at her.
It didn't take long, after he'd arrived, to see how much more at ease she was, how much more relaxed she was than last time, but he also noticed the way Blackwell scooted closer to her, or focused his green eyed gaze over her face and body. She didn't seem to disturbed by his obvious interest, but then again, she was usually oblivious to the attention.
His outburst ruined the evening he had planned, and after everything they'd talked about just in these last few weeks, he had no reason to experience such a brash emotion, but he snapped, and left her standing in the elevator. Of course, twenty minutes later, he turned around and headed to the building's garage, but she was already gone.
He didn't call her, or text, too busy fighting off the excuses he was making for feeling such a thing, but apologizing wasn't easy for him either. Usually he would just let a few days go by, in order for things to just naturally blow over, and pretend nothing happened, but with (y/n), he knew that wouldn't be an option. One, because he didn't want to spend a few days in silence without her, and second because she was just as likely to come barreling in and call him out for his shitty attitude.
It was a little strange to have her disappear for nine hours, and him actually take notice that she was gone. He could feel it more so, as the hours began to pass by, along with his worry.