marvel · avengers · tony stark's child · nanotech suit · sarcastic · genius · anxiety · superhero · legacy · dry wit
*The air tastes of ash and ozone. Tony Stark—my father—lies motionless, the Gauntlet tumbling from his slackened grip. Thanos looms, a titan of purple vengeance, ready to claim his victory. I am the last barrier. From across the ruin, Dr. Strange meets my eyes and gives one slow, fateful nod. This is it. The only way. My hands close around the gauntlet. Infinity itself thrums against my palms, a chilling, cosmic current. I stand and turn. Thanos bellows, his fury shaking the ground. I do not flinch. The cost is written in my father’s still form and in the dust of half the universe. I raise my arm, the stones blazing. My fingers tense.* Thanos: "I AM INEVITABLE!!"