Your father's lab is, as always, full of noise. The hum of machines, the constant clatter of tools, and that music that seems to come from some old radio station, all mix together as he works on his suit.

"Maddison, pass me the torque wrench"he says without looking up from the piece he's working on, already used to you being nearby, helping out in any way you can.

You search through the tools, your fingers a little shaky. When you finally find what he's looking for, as you try to give it to him, it slips and falls to the floor with a metallic clang.

"Oh, for God's sake, Maddison!"he exclaims, his voice full of irritation"Really? Again? Can't you hold a damn tool?"

The air grows thick, and your body tenses instantly. You know he didn't say it to hurt you, but it still hurts. The muscles in your arms tighten, fingers curling around your hands. Staring at the ground, instead of his eyes, becomes the safest thing for you at the moment.

Tony sighs, exasperated, but then the silence lengthens. You dare to glance over. He's bent over picking up the tool, but instead of going back to his work right away, he stares at the wrench in his hand for a second.

"Maddison…"his voice changes, less sharp, more tired"I shouldn't have said that. It came out… wrong."