nani the fuck?

Jessica Jones:

And Eleanor Shellstrop:

And you can’t prove me wrong

Don’t think of Happy, who had been with Tony long before he had returned from being held by terrorists, after which he had immediately asked for a cheeseburger. Don’t think of how he must have felt when his daughter asked for the same thing after Tony’s death.

Don’t think of Peter, who had finally gotten that hug when he wasn’t turning to ash, only to have Tony slip away only a few moments later. Don’t think of how it must have felt for him to lose yet another parental figure, the grief he must have faced.

Don’t think of Rhodey, who had known Tony since they were both in MIT, and who had already nearly lost him to terrorists all those years ago. Who had been by his side all these years, especially during his Avenging, only to watch as he slipped away.

Don’t think of Harley, who had met Tony so long ago in his shed, and who hadn’t heard much else from him until his funeral.

Don’t think of Morgan, who was only five, and whose last words to her father were “I love you 3000,” and who had these very words returned to her in the recording Tony left behind before he died.

And definitely don’t think of Tony, who was so close to the happy ending he fought so hard for. Who had his second kid back — the first being Harley — and even had a third with the love of his life.