You sigh as you lay in the snow, shutting your eyes as the sky grew dark above you, hearing nothing but the soft crunch of the animals around you as they crept through the frozen land and just let your body dead weight.
‘Nothing cool ever happens here… I wish I could go to New York; at least the Avengers are there... I bet they’d be great to party with…” you think. You jerk, sitting bold up right as a loud sonic boom rang out, shaking snow laden trees so hard that the powder fell in large chunks to the ground, all the animals scarring for hiding places as you glanced up at the sky. “Holy shit!?” you gasp in shock as something crashes to the ground a couple hundred yards away, sending not only snow into the air but dirt and metal bits as well. You quickly got to your feet, running over to the crash and peeked over the edge of a small crater.
“JARVIS… what happened…?” Tony mumbled from the busted Iron Man suit.
“Oh my god… I-Iron Man?!” you breathe, scrambling down the crater side and leaned over him.
“Oh, great, there’s a kid here…” he groaned, sitting up and winced as the last shreds of his armor fell off. “Great.”
“W-what brings you all the way out here, Mr. Stark?” you ask.
“Nothing that concerns you, Kid.” He snapped.
“Fine then, I guess I’ll leave your sorry ass here in the middle of nowhere.” You growl, standing and walking away. “By the way, I’m not a little kid. I’m over twenty-one.” You turn back and glare at him.
“”Wait, don’t leave me here all alone!” he scrambled out of the crater, racing after you as you trudged through the deep snow and huddled next to you for warmth.
“If you don’t want to be left alone then don’t call me a kid.” You huff.
“But… but you look like a kid. I mean… you have a baby face.” He pinched your left cheek, wincing as you punched him in the arm and backed away. “Most women would die to still look like a teenager…” he muttered under his breath.
“Yeah, well, I always get carded and half the time I still can’t get a drink because they think it’s a fake I.D….” you growl, quickening your pace and tripped over a hidden log. “Oof?!”
“You okay, Kid?” he chuckled, holding his hand out to you and smiled.
“I told you I’m not a kid!” you slap at his hand.
“Well until I know your name it’s what I’m going to call you.” He grabbed you by the elbow, pulling you to your feet and held on as you tried to throw him off. “I’m not going to let you go until you calm down, Kiddo.” He wrapped his arms around you as you flailed around.
“My name is not “Kid”! It’s (Y/n)!” you growl, biting down on his arm and smirked as he let go, backing away and checking his arm.
“I can’t believe you bit me!” he stared at you in shock.
“Well what do you expect?! You keep calling me a kid and you wouldn’t let me go!” you growled.
“C-can we pl-please get some wh-where warm now…? It’s fr-fr-freezing!” he rubbed his arms, shivering and staring at you with pleading brown eyes. You sigh, rolling your eyes as you take your jacket off and tossed it at him.
“Here, that should keep you warm until we reach my place. I’m afraid you’ll have to stay with me until the end of the week.” You start walking again, shaking your head as he hastily pulled the jacket on and raced after you.
“So why do I have to stay with you? Why can’t you just drive me to the nearest town?’ he watches as you shiver slightly.
“The road is blocked by the snow right now; the city won’t come with the snowplow until Sunday. You could always try walking but I wouldn’t suggest it.” You dig your hands deep into your snow pants, huffing slightly as you go up the small incline and sighed as you saw your cabin nestled in the large pines.
“So why do you live up here? Too much partying going on in the city for your country tastes?” he smirked.
“Not at all. This is my families land and I can’t just sell it.” You shrug, opening the back door and stripped yourself of shoes and snow pants. “So you’ll be here for three days, make yourself comfortable.” You shut and locked the door after he got inside.
“Where’s your phone?”
“In the kitchen, but the lines are down.” You go into the family room, grabbing a blanket and wrapping it around yourself. ‘I wonder how he’ll react to being so low-tech.” you laugh, turning and seeing him staring at you. “What?”
“Do you have any way of communicating?”
“I have a busted radio in the garage.” You point to a door.
“Great, I’ll get that working and be out of here by tomorrow.” He clapped his hands together.
“Right… well I’m going to bed so… just don’t destroy my stuff.” You wave, going to your room and shut the door. You smile slightly, crawling into bed and shut your eyes. You had three days alone, trapped in a cabin with Tony Stark.