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Into the Water

Tony Stark X Reader

A/N: I don’t know what brought this idea on? Maybe because I’m watching “The Impossible” on Netflix, and wondered how the hell they held their breath? I can barely hold mine underwater for like 10 seconds lol BTW I have 2 more fics that are almost done!

Summary: Reader has an accident after a nasty fight with Tony…

Warnings: Car accident, angsty as fuuuck, swearing, panic, death (??)

BTW the format got a little fucked up! Sorry!

Masterlist // Part 1.5 // Part 2

“He’s just being a dick, Mom!” I cried into the phone, driving down the highway. “He’s so fucking stubborn! I just want him to be safe, Mom! He’s going to end up killing himself if he keeps being so reckless!”

Tears were running down my face, lights streaking quickly by as I drove towards my mother’s house in New Jersey. I had left the tower after a huge fight with Tony in the lab. He had broken up with me, because I asked him not to go on a mission that they had no information about, which sparked a fight. He had been pulling all-nighters, again, and barely eating. It was not safe for him to go on a dangerous mission when he hadn’t had a proper night’s sleep or meal.

“Oh, Honey.” My mom sighed into the phone, “You two will make up. You’ve been through worse than this. Come stay the night, and you can call him in the morning.”

“I hope so,” I sniffed, wiping under my eyes, “I don’t want to lose him.”

“Oh, baby girl, you won’t. Just let him cool off, and come snuggle your lonely, old mother.” She chuckled, “Now take a few breaths, and get off the phone. I hate it when you talk and drive. I will see you in a bit.”

“I will. Bye, mom, I love you.” I hung up the phone and focused back on the road.

Tony and I had been together for a little over five years. We had our ups and downs. Mostly ups… but ugly downs. Like tonight’s fight. Tony had been working in the lab, again, and I was sitting in his chair reading a book. He was in the middle of tinkering with one of his many suits when he mentioned that he was going to leave in the morning for a mission.

“Tony, you haven’t slept in two weeks. Are you sure a mission is a good idea? Where are you even going?” I wasn’t trying to start anything. I was genuinely worried.

“Seriously, Y/N? I’m an Avenger. We go out on missions.” He snapped, throwing his hands up, “Anyways, what would you know? You’re not even an Avenger. I’m pretty sure you don’t even know how to shoot a gun.”

“Keep it up and I will show you just how well I can handle a gun.” I muttered, setting my book down and crossing my arms. “What is wrong with you? Why are you being a dick?”

“For fuck’s sake, Y/N!” He yelled, coming to stand right in front of me, “I’m sick of you nagging me all of the time about what I do! You knew what you were getting yourself into when we started dating!”

“Nagging you?” I stood up, pushing the chair back, “I don’t want to see you get yourself killed, Tony! Ever since Steve and Bucky came back from Wakanda, all you do is hole up in this lab. You don’t eat, you don’t sleep, and you avoid everyone! You don’t take care of yourself!”

“You’d avoid them, too, if Barnes had killed your parents!” He screamed, face turning red and eyes cold, “He killed my parents, Y/N!”

“That was HYDRA, Tony.” I sighed, running my hands through my hair in frustration, “Bucky was brainwashed by HYDRA. The Winter Soldier and Bucky are two different people.”

“So you’re defending him, then?” He scoffed, turning around and walking back to the suit he was tinkering with, “Why don’t you just go date him then! Seems like you two have been getting pretty cozy, lately, anyways!”

“Seriously?” I couldn’t believe it… “You think I’m getting ‘cozy’ with Bucky? Do you really think that little of me, Tony?”

“God, you’re so fucking dramatic!” He turned back around, leaning against one of his many work benches, “I don’t know what to think.”

I shook my head, angry tears pricking my eyes, “Well, I’m not the one who strays in this relationship, anyways.” I rushed towards the door, needing to cool off.

He was faster, stepping in front of it, effectively blocking my exit. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

I looked down, wringing my hands together as a surge of nervousness washed over me. “Tony…”

“No, Y/N.” He frowned, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the door, “Tell me what the fuck you mean by ‘I’m not the one who strays’. Do you think I cheat on you?”

“No, Tony. Just forget it.” I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to make the tears stay in my eyes.

“Why the fuck are we in a relationship if you don’t trust me, huh?” He demanded. I could feel his gaze boring into me, anger rolling off of him in waves. “Clearly we’ve been wasting our time.”

There was a sharp pain in my chest at his words. I looked up, teary eyes making contact with his hard ones, “Just forget it, okay? You made your point. I’m going to bed.”

“No.” He shouted, making me jump, “Clearly you have something to say, so fucking say it.”

“Fine!” I snapped, pushing my pointed finger against his shoulder, “You accuse me of getting cozy with Barnes, when in reality, I’m not the one getting cozy with other people! I’m nice to him, because nobody else is! You, on the other hand, flirt with any female you come into contact with. You are the one who stays out all hours of the night, you are the one who comes home smelling like a bar, and you are the one who’s being an absolute asshole, right now!” The tears started falling. “Is breaking up something you want? Because I want to work, whatever the fuck this fight is, out. But only if you are willing to pull your head out of your ass, shut the fuck up, and listen to me!”

“Get the fuck out.” He screamed, slapping my hand away from his shoulder. “Breaking up is something I want. Go pack your shit and get the fuck out of my tower.”

“Tony-”

“GO.”

So I did.

After only ten minutes of driving, I had already come to the conclusion that the fight was stupid. That was why I had called my mom. She always knew how to make me feel better. Plus, her house was only a few hours away, so why not go see her?

Then, in a few days, I could come home and-

“FUCK!”

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Oh my god, my head…

Shit. I must have crashed my car. There was another car… I think it swerved into my lane. I think… Why are my legs so cold? What the fuck is that noise? I opened my eyes, and a wave of panic rushed through my veins. My legs were cold because there was fucking water rushing into my car. My car was under water.

“Shit, shit, shit!” I looked around, assessing my surroundings. Think, Y/N, think!

I must have swerved off the bridge I was driving over. What happened to the other car? Do they know I’m down here? I tried to remove my seatbelt. I yanked and pulled, but the belt wouldn’t come undone. The button was working but the belt was stuck, and the car had locked my belt when the crash happened. What the fuck do I do? What do I do? Where’s my phone?

My phone was, thankfully, still in my cup holder. I didn’t know where my purse was. The water was still rushing in. It was a loud - almost deafening - roar. The water had risen almost to my knees, rushing in through the vents.

Tony! Call Tony!

I struggled to calm my breathing as I unlocked my phone with shaky hands, toes starting to tingle and feel numb from the freezing, muddy water that was still rushing in. I clicked on Tony’s name, “Please, pick up. Please, pick up.” I chanted this over and over again for every ring.

Voicemail.

I hit redial.

Voicemail.

A sob ripped through me. The water was up to my bellybutton. Tony was not picking up. “T-Tony! You need to answer the phone! Please, Tony! I- I crashed the car, and it is filling up with water!” I sucked in a breath, choking out another sob. “Please! Please! Help me!” The panic was really starting to settle in. “I- I’m going to try, again.”

Redial.

“Help me!” I screamed, yanking on my seatbelt, again. “Somebody please, HELP ME!” I pushed against the floor of my car with my feet, trying to move the seatbelt. Still locked.

What about FRIDAY? What if I called FRIDAY?

I searched my phone for the number. “YES!” I sobbed, hitting the button. The water was just reaching my ribs. I shivered.

“Yes, Miss Y/L/N?” FRIDAY answered.

“FRIDAY! Oh, thank god!” I sobbed. “I need you to send Tony my location and patch me through to him. It’s an-”

Crack!

“No. NO.” The windshield was starting to crack. If it shattered, I was going to drown. I couldn’t get out of my seatbelt. I screamed, tears streaking down my face. I tried my seatbelt again, with no success.

“Y/N?” Tony’s voice came out of the speaker, sounding confused, “Why is FRIDAY sending me your location and-”

“TONY!” I sobbed, “I crashed the car! It’s filling up with water! I can’t get out! Please! Help me!” I kept yanking on the seat belt as the water reached under my bra, “I don’t want to drown!”

“Y/N.” Tony’s voice was loud, as he shouted orders in the background. “We are coming to get you, you are not going to drown!”

“I love you!” I choked out, breathing getting faster and faster. “Tell my mom and the team that I love them! Oh, god, I’m all my mom has left!” I sobbed harder, “I don’t want to drown!” The water was getting deeper, and the spreading of the crack was getting wider.

“Y/N, baby, you aren’t going to drown. We are on our way, okay? Just hold on.” His voice was shaking. I was at least a few hours’ drive away from the tower. Was he going to make it? “How deep is the water? Can you keep trying your seatbelt?”

“It’s almost to my shoulders, Tony!” The cold was starting to seep into my bones, and the horror of the situation was starting to settle into my mind. I might not make it out of here. Tony could only go so fast in the suit, and the water was rising too fast. I stopped shaking as a dead calm spread over me, “I’m going to drown.”

“Y/N, baby, please stop talking like that.” Tony’s distressed voice begged through the phone, “We’re coming, okay? J-just please, baby, stop talking like that.”

“I’m sorry for what I said,” I choked out, shivers running through my body, “I didn’t mean it. I w-was just u-upset.” I craned my neck up as the water rose over my shoulders. I held the phone higher, practically pinning it to the ceiling. I would’ve tried my seatbelt, again, but the cold was draining all of my energy, and I didn’t want to drop the phone. “My windshield is cracking, baby.” The higher the water rose, the further out the spidering of the crack travelled. It was only going to hold for so long.

“I… I’m almost there.” He stuttered out, voice shaking. “I’m sorry, too.”

“I love you.” I whispered, tears mixing with the water under my chin.

The shattering of the windshield was dulled by the sound of the water rushing over my head…

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