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          it  takes  him  a  moment  to  gather  the  strength  to  stand.   aching  hands  pushing  body  up  with  aid  from  his  relic.   it  came  as  no  shock  when  those  with  them  began  to  fade  away  into  nothing.   he  had  seen  it  happen.   IT  HAD  TO  HAPPEN  !!    they  were  in  the  endgame  now.   no ,   it  wasn’t  watching  them  perish  that  drove  jagged  knife  into  chest.   it  was  the  look  on  tony  stark’s  face  as  he  held  a  fading  peter  close  to  chest.    guilt  racked  through  slender  frame  as  he  slowly  approached  the  older  man.   

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Ohboy two Tony’s !!!

he did his best to wear the most UNAMUSED appearance on his features as he could. his head lifting enough to look towards tony as he stretched out his fingers carefully, it was still a process that could ache after all, his gaze growing a bit more serious. “ i’m not much for teams, tony. “ he admitted. “ if anything it would be a helping hand when needed, that’s more my style. “ 

Pepper barely got Tony out of the press conference with his arm intact; reporters clawed at him, begging for more information on shutting down the weapons manufacturing portion of Stark Industries. It was, far and away, the most profitable part of their--his company, and without it, SI was left rather...Directionless.

But at least Tony was home, and even if he’d already caused a massive public relations nightmare in the first twenty minutes of his homecoming, it was better to have him here than spend countless night wondering if he was still alive, if he would ever come home.

She ushered him into the back of the car, ready to take him back to the Malibu home. Thousands of questions buzzed through her head, but she knew precisely where to begin.

tony vc : EXCUSE ME