Resurrection

Chapter 5

Tony stark had to believe that there was few things that was left for him to do, few places that he couldn’t visit. Being a billionaire certainly had its perks. Not to mention being iron man, not everyone could say that they had been stuck in a vast void for 22 days and met a talking tree, a racoon who could be undeniably mistaken as a fixture. There was an even weird shape antler headed girl. He thought that antlers ended with Loki.

Yet Valhalla as what the huge bearded man- god told him. It was a place of heaven. He refused to believe it but the golden spiralled castle and cascade of water with soft music playing up sounded straight away as the heaven mentioned in those Tom & Jerry episodes.

So yeah heaven it is. He didn’t mind one bit. It was weird to thing that he no longer needed sustenance nor sleep. He was constantly creating something, reading new subjects. He even came across the reason behind the Bermuda triangle and was almost disappointed to know that it will remain a mystery as he was yours truly dead. 

The God awaiting him in the doors of humble abode had asked him whether he had any last wish to which he replied none. The truth was he wanted to see his girl, his pepper. He wanted to tell them it was okay but he knew that one look at them and he would never feel happy. This was one way ticket and he wasn’t sure whether he wanted to wallow in self-pity forever.

He remembered meeting Peter. God, the boy looked still the same. The repeated dreams he had when he was alive. Those chirpy voice that begged him not to let him go. He didn’t know how long it haunted him.  So when he saw Peter he had to hug him. He had to know he was alive and not some fickle minded imagination that he had conjured up again. And god, he smelled the same. Like those after care shampoo. He would miss him. He would miss everyone.

But he wasn’t alone here either. There were pretty good company to keep him interested.

“Lost in thought again?” he heard a voice and turned up to see the beautiful lady walking towards him.

“Queen Frigga” he acknowledged. It astounded him to know how such a beautiful lady with so much grace could be the mother of Thor. Sure point break was handsome but the guy had no tactile. Must be something he got from his dad. Frigga was an embodiment of elegance, poise and one could see how powerful she could be if she needed. Honestly she was more suited to be the mother of reindeer games. At least he sounded British.

“Oh please. I am hardly any queen here. I am just like you Anthony”.

“Yes. So very true. That’s why the people were calling you majesty and moving way for you. Gee I wonder whether they see someone else in your place”.

Frigga laughed delighted. Anthony was truly a man of wit. His mouth always running out regardless of the situation. “My son would have been delighted to meet you” she said with a wish of wistfulness.

“Point break or reindeer games?” Tony asked.

“Reindeer games?”

“Loki” he replied nonchalant though he knew that if Frigga was irked she could rip him into pieces.

“Yes, my second born. Have you met him?”

“Yep. He was there to rule our world. You know we the avengers stopped him” he said as if it was a far way memory.

“Perhaps if you had met him in other circumstances he would have courted you. He has always been a fierce lover.”

“Who, rock of ages? Sure he is hot and tall. He is my type but you know sooner or later he was gonna snap. Like the jolly green said his head if full of bags of cat” he said mirthlessly rolling his eyes.

“Have care, how you speak Anthony. You are talking about my son and his brilliance is unparalleled. The suffering and hurt he had gone through could put anyone in his state. You wouldn’t have endured it. And know this, a mother’s fury should be feared. Just because you are dead doesn’t mean I can’t ‘kick your ass’.”  Frigga said and patted Tony’s head in an affectionate gesture and walked off as if she hadn't threatened him mere seconds ago.

Yep, Frigga could rip him into pieces.

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Peter couldn’t fathom that his Tony was back. The soft murmur of ‘kid’ seemed to make him forget everything. Forgot that Tony was dead. Forgot that tony was not supposed to look like this, like he was in twenties. And his brown eyes was almost burned out to pitch black.

And nothing else mattered. Tony was here. Almost as if Tony sensed his presence, he looked to his direction and saw his black eyes turn to brown. The same eyes Peter had fell in love with. The animated ways his eyes alone could say stories and then he was running towards him. If anyone would have tried to stop him, they would have truly felt the strength.

He wrapped tony in a fierce hug almost as if he was afraid that Tony will vanish and he refused to let go. Tony seemed to be struggling.

“Take deep breaths tony. Come on babe. Try to mirror my breath. That’s it baby.” If the strings of endearment were different, Tony didn’t comment on it. He was busy trying to assess the place.

“I am alive, how am I alive? I died right? Kid, how am I alive?”

“We brought you back Tony. I couldn’t give up on you. So we brought you back.”

Tony seemed to be calm after that. He knew he needed to give an explanation. For someone to be brought back from the dead. That too in his youthfulness (Mr stark was sooo handsome). Well, it needed explanation. But they had time. They could figure it out together.

But all of the wishes were shattered out as he heard Tony’s voice- “where is my Pepper? Where is my baby?”