[ 𝘈𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘬 ] ❦ ✞ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝑻𝒐𝒏𝒚 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒌 ❦ † 𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘣𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺.
Especially not for Tony. They never had been, and never would be.
He had seen this coming for years. As soon as Wanda had shown him that vision before the Battle of Sokovia, when he was trying to get Loki’s scepter back into the Avengers’ possession, he’d known it was going to happen.
He just didn’t know exactly 𝘩𝘰𝘸.
Though now, 𝒏𝒐𝒘, he saw it. As soon as Stephen Strange turned to him and held up one finger, he saw it. He knew what he had to do.
And it hurt like hell. ——————— ✞
He remembered what it felt like, after he’d snapped his fingers. He remembered the white hot light that burned into his pupils and stayed in his eyelids even when he blinked.
The burning, oh, the 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏 was the worst thing of all of it. He didn’t even want to look at his hand, because Tony knew that the gauntlet had melted and fused to it. His entire right side of his body was burned to a crisp, face included. The smell of burning flesh almost made him gag.
Tony Stark was too weak to even throw up.
He slumped down against a piece of metal that used to be part of the compound. Part of 𝘩𝘪𝘴 compound. He’d built it, and watched it collapsed and burn to the ground. Along with all the memories he’d made there.
Somehow he’d thought he was prepared for this. Death. Dying.
Nothing could’ve prepared him for the pure sadness of hearing Peter cry. Seeing Rhodey so terrified. Seeing Pepper in so much pain, yet trying to hold it together all for him.
All that Tony could do was 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦, despite everything. He smiled. Smiled at Pepper, even. “𝑯𝒆𝒚, 𝑷𝒆𝒑,” he’d whispered softly, and offered her a little, calm smile. For once, he was at peace.
His final words, the last word that came from his lips was her name.
The name of his wife, and the mother of his child. [...]