25 Days Of Drabble

A/N: So, this is a repost. This story was taken down by the admin because my first chapter was a author's note giving an explanation and guidelines.

A/N2: Quick recap as to what this is, I posted a chapter a day for 25 days. I asked you guys for you prompts and pairings and then I wrote a drabble based on it. This is what once was...hope you all like it again! :)

DAY 1

FOR: sunshine21409

PROMPT: Tony/Gibbs, Father/Son, Worry

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I watch him sitting with Abby, laughing. He looks fine but I know better. He's hurting right now. Oh, I know it's not a physical hurt but I also know that sometimes an emotional hurt can hurt so much worse. I wish I could make it better but if there's one thing I know about this man, it's that he'll hide his pain from me.

He doesn't mean anything by it. He thinks he's protecting me, that it's his job to take care of me not vice versa. That's not true though. I'll always worry. Which is why tonight I'll make sure there's a piece of steak unfrozen so he can cook it just the way he likes it. I'll cook some potatoes and cheesy noodles and buy his favorite beer.

"You ready," The voice next to my ear startled me out of my musings. I can see the amusement on his face.

"Just gave me a heart attack why don't you." I gasp.

The smirk on his face lets me know that I may have been a bit more high pitch then I would ever admit to. I hate when he does that!

"Let's go home," He tugged on my arm to get me moving and couldn't help buy make a face. He gave me a look, "What?"

"You make steak, I'll make sides," I inform him waving goodbye to Abby and grabbing my bag. "And can we stop at the store first? I want to pick up some beer and popcorn."

"Sure," He replied like I knew he would. He'd never admit but he finds it hard to tell me no.

As we walk towards the car he pulls me in close. "You shouldn't worry about me."

"I know." I tell him.

"Tony," He says warningly.

"Dad," I say back in the same tone. I smile up at him. "I'm your son, it's my job to worry."

He says nothing because he knows I'm right. We worry about each other. I worry about my dad and my dad worries about me. It's how it works.