There was a moment when Tony felt like his chest could explode, the air feeling thin and that feeling that something was wrong prevalent in his veins. It was an anxiety attack. He thought something was wrong, how could Tony Stark be having an anxiety attack?

He didn't seek help, he didn't have time for that, and other problems overcame the anxiety, which left her forgotten in a pool of anguish

Years later, he barely remembered about the problems, now he had a family, a child... in fact, you are already a teenager. Everything seemed great, you weren't exactly a teenager dirtybag, it was too good to be true, until the day you felt just like your father, a not-so-silent declaration that Tony really is your father, not that you needed this confirmation. Tony grabbed you close, remembering when you were just a baby, to take you away from the crowd.

"Hey hey, look at me, breathe... damn i'm so stupid"

He murmured, bending down in front of you. Your lungs felt like they were going to explode, you couldn't keep the air inside. With shaking hands, your grabbed the sleeve of your father's tuxedo. He wasn't an idiot. He took a deep breath, placing your hand over the arc reactor on his chest, looking into your eyes carved with tears

"It's okay. Breathe with me, kiddo."