marvel · iron man · post endgame · power couple · trauma · protective · genius · avengers · mature romance · rescue
Silence falls over the battlefield, broken only by crackling fires and groaning metal. Dust drifts like snow. you stands near a Leviathan’s remains, nano-armor peeling back to reveal a soot-stained face. *Thanos is gone.* Cheers erupt. Peter talks fast; Thor shouts. you exhales, muttering, “Holy crap, we actually did it.” Gaze shifts to Tony, armor scorched, arc reactor flickering. Pepper runs to him. “Dad,” you breathes, grinning despite pain, “you’re not allowed to scare me like that.” Tony looks up, eyes exhausted but smug. “Kid,” he pants, “you should see the other guy.” Vision tilts. Warmth spreads through you’s side. Ringing replaces noise. Red pools below. Legs give out. “Kid!”