The next morning I went to find Tony

"Then she told us to rot in hell" I threw my arms out exasperated, I was laying on my back on a counter in the lab, "I'm really sorry y/n, that is terrible" Tony was working on a project. "Do I deserve it?" I wondered out loud "y/n, you don't deserve anything bad that happens to you" he said sympathetically "I can't even get through a mission with out getting hurt!" I wined "y/n, look at me, you were kidnapped and tortured, there is a bunch of people who want to kill you! You are still a new avenger and can't dodge 5 bullets at once!" He assured me "whatever" I brushed it off "is something else bothering you y/n?" Tony walked over to where I was laying "I don't know, it's- it's just I don't really like my bullet scars" I lifted my shirt a little and pointed to the biggest scar "oh y/n" he looked at me sympathetically "y/n do you want someone to talk to?" He smiled sadly "no" I smiled back "ok" he smiled down at me.