I'm not that bad.(Tony Stark x Adoptive Reader)

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* Semi-trigger warning*

"Sweetheart? Please?"
Tony asked, trying to get you to open the door.
But all you could do was lay on your bed and cry, while trying your best to ignore Tony's pleads.
"Jarvis. Unlock the door." Tony said while shaking the handle.
"I can't sir. All my technology features, have been cut off from (y/n) room." Jarvis said as Tony ran to his lab and brought back a power drill, a cross-headed screw driver, and started to unscrew the door, while talking to himself, in his mind.
"I didn't sign up for this."
"Then what exactly did you sign up for, Stark?"
A familiar voice said, coming from behind him. It startled Tony and made him jump, causing him to drop the screw driver. He looked behind him and realized it was Loki, Tony picked back up the screw driver and continued at the door, not really caring that Loki read his mind.
"I don't know....less of this. Its just.."
Tony said with a sigh, as he paused unscrewing the door.
"She can go from happy and enjoying herself to sad, anxious and afraid. And its as if...as if every other day she's crying up a storm, locks me out, or just gets mad at the tiniest thing for no reason...and.....and its a lot to handle. I love her with all my heart, I truly do. Its just sometimes, she's to much."
Tony said with sad, low hanging eyes.
"Even though it has been almost two years, traumatic events can have a life changing affect on someone. You should be very proud and great full that she has been holding up so strong, and that she hasn't broken and beaten herself down, to where she feels and says nothing. You have a very strong daughter Stark. Always remember that. And never take anything for granted, the good or the bad, you never know when you are going to lose her."
Loki said. Tony could tell, Loki was not speaking from hate or anger. But from experience, true concern and sadness.
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Tony stood up and looked at Loki with sad half smile, and turned to face the door.
"Mouse. Please. I wish I could say 'I know what your going through' but I don't. Please let me know, so I can help. And if you don't want my help, that's fine."
Tony said as he heard you get off your bed, stand up and walk towards the door, with Loki standing behind him.
"But, please tell me what's going on, so I have some clue of how your feeling.
I can't guarantee that i'll understand, but I can guarantee that I will listen."
Tony continued, as you made your way towards the door, slowly unlocked it, and opened it. Making Tony stumble, from the loss of pressure caused by leaning on the door.
"I don't know what's wrong."
You tell Tony with a red, puffy face.
"If I knew what was wrong, I would tell you. But, I don't know. And-and I don't mean to be this way."
You continue, as Tony pulls you into a hug and rubs your back, as Loki walks back into the living room.
"I know I'm not the best, smartest, prettiest, or even half decent. I know this. And I don't mean to be this way. I know I'm just some scientific accident that wasn't meant to happen. And I know that the only reason you keep me around is because you feel sorry for me..."
You say while looking down and slowly talking faster, but you were cut off by Tony, cupping your face and making you look at him.
"(Y/n) (middle name) Stark! You are not an accident, and I did not keep you around because I felt sorry for you. I kept you around because I love you, and I don't care what anyone else thinks because you are my daughter. And you may think you aren't perfect. But to me, you are the smartest, most beautiful, and extraordinary girl in the entire world. And I wouldn't change that."
Tony says as water start a to form in his eyes, but he refuses to let them fall. You look at Tony and pull him into a hug.
"IM SORRY!" you yell, as tears pour from your eyes, like rain.
"IM SORRY DAD! I'LL TRY BETTER!" you continued as Tony looked at you.
"What so you mean by 'try better'?" Tony asks you, as you bury your face into his shirt.
"I won't be to much. Ill cry less, calm down, and not change my emotion so much. Ill be the perfect daughter. I know you didn't sign up for this."
You say, without a single drop of sarcasm, sass, or humour in your voice. You were being 100% serious, you were going to change.
Tony on the other hand, felt as if he had just been stabbed through the heart. Hearing his own words, come from his daughter, nearly made him cry. He didn't mean any of it, and he wish you hadn't of heard it.
"M-mouse. I'm sorr-"
Tony began but was cut off by you saying.
"Its ok dad. I know." you say with zero strain in your voice.
All Tony could do was watch and listen to you.
"I'm fine." you continue. This time with zero emotion, or humour. Tony could tell by your voice that something was wrong. It was as if all the joy, and emotion had been drained from you, and all that left was a lifeless skeleton.
"No mouse. That's not how I meant it. Your not to much. Your perfect. Every bit of you. From your smile to your anxiety. Your my little girl." Tony said. This time letting the tears fall from his face onto the ground.
"Please. You have been so strong. I don't care that you cry, get mad, or get scared. Because all of that is you. And I wouldn't change that for the world." Tony continued.
But you didn't respond. With years of abuse, torture, neglect, the murder of your mum, and your mental health slowly getting worse, hearing those words from Tony on the other side of the locked door, was enough to push you over the edge. And it did.
The new words full of emotion and happiness that your dad had just said to you, didn't mean anything. You felt lifeless, drained. You felt as if your brain and heart were just smashed into a million tiny pieces, and you didn't bother to pick up the pieces. Its not because you didn't want to, but because you couldn't. You looked up at Tony, gave him a lifeless, emotionless smile and walked into the living room. While repeating in your head: "Ill be better. I'm to much. Ill be better. I'm to much."

(A/N) Hey! I know this chapter is a bit sad. But as someone who deals mental illness, everyday. I want everyone who faces mental illness to know that they are not alone. And even if you don't have a mental illness, I hope this chapter, shined some light, on what it's like. I know its different for everyone, and not everyone is the same. But you are not alone. And thank you for reading.❤❤

P.s your character does push through, and everything is going to ok.

*Disclaimer*
I was not abused, or hurt in any way, shape, or form. My mum is alive and is the best person ever. The reason for this chapter being the way it is, is so that people who have mental illness know that they aren't alone and so people who don't, can become a bit more knowledge.❤❤
Thank you all (again) so much for reading.