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"Y/n… come on, wake up! This is the last time I listen to Barton, dammit, open your eyes!"

The words sounded like they were coming from miles away… why did that voice sound so familiar?"

"C'mon, Y/n…please.."

Dad. It was dad.

Right. We had to talk about stuff…maybe if I kept sleeping, I could avoid it for awhile longer… I snuggled further into my blanket.

Or well, I tried to. But my blanket seemed to be gone. I also clued in that my hair felt…damp. What was going on?

I groaned and forced my eyes open, trying to sit up on the bench but felt my hands press against wood floors instead. Why was in a random hall?

"Oh, thank god."

Right, dad. I looked toward his voice, surprised to see his face drawn in panic, his hair a bit disheveled.

"What's going —"

I was cut off as he pulled me into a tight hug, his head pressing into my shoulder, warmth seeping from him into my body, making me realize just how cold I was. I shivered, tucking closer into him, wrapping one arm around him in return—the other one still keeping me from falling back onto the floor.

I shivered again and he pulled away, taking the warmth with him. I protested, "Hey, you're warm, come back."

He shook his head slightly in amusement, but I could still see the concern in his red-rimmed eyes, "I know, Pumpkin, but you'll be warmer if we get you out of this hall, wrapped in a better blanket, and get you something to eat and drink. And maybe a hairdryer for your hair."

I shivered again. Warmth sounded good so I nodded, "Okay."

I went to stand up, but almost fell right back over, my legs a bit numb. Thankfully, dad caught me.

"Okay, maybe we don't walk just yet."

He hoisted me into his arms, carrying me down the small flight of stairs and into the back rooms of the penthouse and through the halls, pausing to grab a hairdryer as we passed our bedrooms, before depositing me on the couch in the main space. He threw one of the spare blankets at me and I gratefully wrapped it around myself as he crossed the room to the kitchen.

He was back within minutes, carrying a cup of hot chocolate and some leftover spaghetti from the day before, placing them on the tray in front of the couch. Not two things I'd normally have together, but my growling stomach didn't seem to care.

Dad moved behind the couch and started blow drying my hair as I carefully pulled my arms out from the blanket I was huddled under and took a sip of the hot chocolate, relishing the feel of the heat warming me up from the inside, before I started working on the spaghetti.

By the time I'd emptied the plate and mug, Dad had finished my hair and was seated next to me on the couch. I was also starting to overheat a bit, folding the blanket down so it was only covering my legs.

"What are you doing, you need to get warm!" Dad asked with alarm.

"I am warm now, I feel fine."

"FRIDAY, read her body temperature!"

"Y/N body temperature: 98 degrees Fahrenheit."

I had no idea what temperature I was supposed to be, but Tony sighed in relief so that number must have been good.

The relief turned to a stern expression as he met my eyes, "What were you thinking, going out in this weather?! With only a thin blanket to keep warm!? You almost got hypothermia—and you would have if FRIDAY hadn't alerted me to your concerning drop in temperature!"

"You monitor my body temperature?"

"FRIDAY monitors the general health of everyone in the building, and keeps a special eye on a few specific people—that's not the point here!"

I shrugged sheepishly, "I didn't mean to go outside for long, I promise. I just needed to escape a little bit, and I figured going on the roof was better than leaving the tower… I hadn't realized the temperature had dropped so much, so I figured I'd only stay outside for a few minutes…then I sat down, and I got comfy and it didn't feel so bad, and the snow was so pretty and then… I guess I fell asleep."

"More like your body started shutting down. You were completely unconscious by the time I got out there to you, and at first, I couldn't get you to wake up…and you were so cold… I don't think I've ever been so scared…"

I looked down at my hands, "I'm sorry…truly," I sighed, blinking back tears, "…and I'm sorry about earlier too… I might have pushed too far…made you not want to talk to me…"

"Oh, Pumpkin, no, that wasn't it at all. I had a lapse in judgement and listened to Barton's advice to give you some space… clearly, I'm never listening to him again."

I chuckled and leaned against him, "I am still sorry though."

"Can I ask what made you so angry? I know you have a bit of a temper but something usually triggers it."

I sighed, "Some stuff went down at school, so I was already a bit high emotionally I guess, and then I wasn't exactly a fan of getting chastised in front of an audience."

"Ah… note to myself, all future chastisements shall occur in private."

"Thanks."

"Do you want to talk about what happened at school?"

I sighed, "We probably should… do you want the bad news first or the really bad news?"

"I hope you realize how concerning that phrasing is."

"I mean there's kinda good news too, but only for me—you'd probably just consider it as more bad news," Right... I wasn't going to tell him about Taylor. Welp… I tried to save it, "So we can just leave that until another day."

"Nice try."

"I thought so."

He exhaled heavily, wrapping an arm around my shoulder, "But we can do that one last if you'd like. For now, I guess start with the least of the bad news of the other two."

Well, here goes nothing.