The End
As everything comes together, it all falls apart. A blanket void in mind to consume what will be lost. Someone somewhere was yelling faintly. What were they saying? Tony couldn’t think, his mind groggy and in between places. The voice was getting louder. It sounded like… a young boy? Tony didn’t know anyone who fit that description. He went back to his emptiness, refusing to wake up.
“...-r. Stark! Please, wake up! T-Tony, please. I can’t lose you too!” the voice was crying now, getting more and more persistent. Would it be so bad if he woke up? The feeling of nothing was comforting, yet Tony felt like there was somewhere else he needed to be.
A sharp pain went through his entire arm. Tony let out a small groan and tried to pry his eyes open.
“I think he’s waking up, guys!” the voice was extremely close but he still couldn’t place who it was. He opened his eyes some more and as the came into focus, he saw a boy hovering by him and holding his good hand. Tony soon recognized him as
“peter…” he managed to whisper, tears already threatening to spill over. He had really done it, hadn’t he? Had he brought everyone back?
“Don’t try to move, Mr. Stark. You were hurt pretty bad.”
“Kid, you know you can call me Tony,”
“And you know you can call me Peter,”
The two of them were at a standstill with the names. Tony started laughing, ignoring the pain everywhere and letting himself feel hopeful for the future.
“What exactly DID happen?” He asked Peter after the laughter died down.
“You saved everyone, or at least that’s what Mr. Rodgers and Ms. Black Widow said. There was a bright flash after you snapped, and everything was back to the way it was. Except you were on the ground unconscious and your arm got burnt pretty bad.”
Tony took that opportunity to look at his injured arm, it now being scared and gray in most spots. He hoped it wouldn’t always hurt like this. While he was asleep, the doctors managed to get the gauntlet off his hand. He made a mental note to ask someone on the team about the status of the infinity stones, but for now, Tony wanted to talk to his kid.
“Peter, can we talk for a bit?”
“Of course, Mr. Stark!”
“Are you doing ok, kid?”
“To be honest, not really. Practically dying and then not knowing if you were gonna make it or not really scared me there,” Peter gave a deprecating laugh before continuing “But I’m gonna be ok, we all are. Things are better now.”
“Yeah, they are.”
“Are you, I mean, are you doing ok?”
“Not at all, I thought I lost everyone I loved again, and in a way, I lost even more. I still haven’t talked to Pepper, oh God.”
“I think Steve beat you to that, but I would still talk to her. He wouldn’t tell me any details but it sounded important.”
“For now, I think I can just relax. I sure missed you, Underoos.” Tony smiled at all the good times he’s had with Peter since Germany. He squeezed the kid’s hand that was still holding his own.
Maybe things will be better for once.