It was a bad day. A bad week really. Nothing was going right and it was as if the universe was against you. The rain pounding against the windows was not helping. You were currently curled into a ball on the couch in the living room. You were trying to make yourself as small as possible. The television was on, but you weren't really paying attention to what was playing. You wanted nothing more than to just crawl back into bed for as long as humanly possible.

The sound of someone entering the room made you shrink further into the cushions. You definitely didn't feel up to communicating with anyone either. "Oh Y/N!" came Tony's sing-song voice from the doorway. You felt his weight on the couch beside you. "What's going on, sweet pea? You haven't said two words to me all day. How can you be so mean to your best friend?" You opened your eyes, saw the smug grin on his face and instantly dissolved into tears.

You didn't want to be like this. You wanted to be able to communicate how you were feeling to others, especially Tony but you just couldn't seem to find the words. Tony saw your tears and the grin fell from his face. "Y/N, what is it?" You were gasping for breath and only managed to shake your head. "Okay, okay. Deep breathes." After a few minutes, you were finally able to stop sobbing.

"Sorry, Tony. It's just been really rough the last few days." Tony held you close and stroked your hair. "There's nothing to be sorry for. Listen, I have a great idea! Let's grab some junk food, turn on the Wii and play some Mario Kart. How does that sound?" You sniffled again, but nodded. Tony got up and wandered into the kitchen. He came back a minute later with chips and dip, cookies and your favorite candy.

"I've been saving this stuff for a day like today," he said plopping back down on the couch next to you. You grabbed some candy and turned on the Wii. "Are you ready to lose, Y/N?" Tony asked with a smirk. You hated when he did that and he knew it. You couldn't fight the smile that crept to your lips. "Oh, you are on!" Tony tossed you your controller and the game was on.

Two hours later, your laughter was echoing throughout the tower. You'd won several races and lost a few too. You were so wrapped up in trying to beat Tony that you'd forgotten why you were so upset in the first place. "How ya doing, kid? Feeling better?" Tony asked you and you nodded. "Thanks, Tony. I feel better for now. I know it's going to take a lot more than this to make a big difference, but at least I have you to help me forget my troubles for a little while."

Tony gave you a hug. "You know you can always talk to me. Really anybody in the tower and if it's a woman problem...talk to the Widow or Pepper." You laughed again. "I know I can talk to you Tony, but sometimes talking doesn't help. I can trust you to be here to cheer me up with treats," you said as you took the cookie from Tony's hand. "Hey! That's mine!" he cried. You got up and ran from the room. You took a bite and with a mouth full, you yelled, "Victory is mine!"