Mr. Stark
“Wha- what...”
His voice stuttered between uneven breaths. His hands were chalky and wet, covered in dust and smelling of iron.
The infinity stone.
Thanos, his skin the color of lavender and this woman’s the color of the sky. Color stood out in the dark sky and bleak planet. The woman was blue and his hand was red. Blue and red, blue and red, blue and red, blue and-
He gasped.
And then all of the infinity stones.
Oh god. His stomach lurched, a sharp tug snapping his insides in half with heat and bile. He turned over, careful to avoid Pe-
He squeezed his eyes shut as his body betrayed him. In the back of his mind he searched for Peter body’s, a shock of dark hair. His inside spilled over the planet with a sick, wet, splash of rotten meats and liquid.
Someone was touching him.
Cold hands were on his face.
His eyes snapped to the owner of these hands. He prayed for a bright grin or a squeaky voice. His throat hit the floor before his mind could appreciate the colors of her skin.
It was her, the blue woman. She whispered her name as if it were new to her as well. The very thing which defined her was now uncertain.
He could appreciate that. How did he define himself? A human, a man, a fiancé? For all he knew, Pepper could be-
His lungs pushed against him like hot pokers, burning him from the inside as he lost breath.
But he could fix this. He was a genius, yes that’s what he was! He was a genius, a master of machinery, a-
“Genius billionaire playboy philanthropist,” he said with a smirk.
His heart stopped in his throat. Well he certainly wasn’t that anymore. Nebula spoke to him but he heard no sounds.
“I know guys with none of that worth ten of you,” Steve said with disgust.
He wasn’t sure when she had stopped crying, maybe hours ago. Time passed quickly when you were alone. She was strong.
She picked him up effortlessly. He grumbled something unintelligible and stood. The soles of his suit crunches over-
He took a sharp breath. Panic poured from every pore. It leaked out of his mouth in fear and short breaths. His hands were still shaky, his dusty, red hands. What had his feet crunches over?
His eyes were screwed shut, blinding him to the empty planet but for he and Nebula. Her sharp voice echoed in his ear, sounds without words. He raised his armor. Fearfully, he opened his eyes and prepared to see the body of his-
There was nothing there.
Suddenly there was sound again. Winds ripped past his numb body, screeching through his bloody ears. The broken ship sighed and groaned as the wind pressed into the abuse mechanics. Nebula was screaming. Her blue hands- blue and red, blue and red- were over his destroyed armor.
“We have to go!” She screeched, shaking his shoulders.
He shook his head to hear more clearly, “Wha-“
A large groan sounded above them as metal collided with metal.
She tightened her grip, thrusting her frame upon him as she jumped. “Look out!”
The brigs of the ship were falling apart. The ground quaked beneath their feet as Nebula cursed their luck- their luck. He fought the urge to laugh.
A chunk of metal hitting the ground only encouraged him.
He shook himself- no, now was not the time to lose his head. Geez and here he thought the kid had a hard time focusing. His eyes widened.
He flipped himself over, taking in Nebula’s turquoise and silver face. Her black eyes glared at him, tears flowing down her skin. He pulled himself forward on the burnt flesh of his arms.
His eyes darted around, searching for a suit of blue and red, a shock of dark hair, a feeble voice, anyth-
A feeble voice.
“Mr. Stark, I don’t feel so good.”
He pressed a hand to his face- a red hand, the red hand oh god where was he where was he? The kid couldn’t have just- he couldn’t have just... Mr. Stark took a deep breath.
Mr. Stark, that was who he was- that was his identity.
And Mr. Stark would not return home without Mr. Park- god he couldn’t do this. He shook his head, ignoring Nebula’s voice. He was ruining her chance of survival just like Quill had ruined their chance of survival.
Mr. Stark found he didn’t care.
“What are you doing?” She called over the clash of metal and fire.
He ignored her as he pulled himself up. He was fine he reminded his shaking hands. He could do this he commanded to his trembling legs.
The land was barren and covered in red dirt. But where was Parker? Nebula ran towards him, pulling on his arm. She didn’t want to watch anyone else die.
“Listen we can’t stay here we have to-!”
BOOM!
Red and orange smashed into one another like hot glass, creating bigger and bigger clouds of smoke and ash.
He could feel the heat licking his rusty skin. The structures were collapsing into one another, creating countless explosions. Nebula shouted something, but this time it was an SOS.
He remember his suits and the fires he had calmed with an extinguisher. He was so in control. Mr. Stark held back a laugh as machines exploded and projected around them.
Were they going to die?