Story set shortly after the Avengers- Tony had brought the missile through the Portal. Pepper comes home to the destroyed Stark Tower to realize that Tony is dead- or is he really?
Broken
I walked through the ruins of what was once our home. Shattered glass was everywhere, crunching under my steps. Nothing was at it's place anymore- nothing was whole. Like my heart. The pain brought me to my knees. I didn't care about the glass fragments that made me bleed.
I cried. Tears of sorrow, and despair.
This sight made me realize so evidently, so undoubtedly that he was gone. Forever this time. And he wanted to tell me- tell me goodbye. But I missed it! The words "One missed call" would be forever imprinted in my memory.
I lost everything- nothing was left!
I heard crunching noises from other steps. But I didn't care who it was- maybe one of the other Avengers who would come to tell me the truth I already knew.
I felt a hand raising my chin. Something felt strangely familiar.
My vision was blurred from the tears- at first I thought my eyes would trick me. But than I recognized that I knew only one hand on earth that could be so warm and soft although so calloused from work.
I reached out to touch this face I loved so much, to feel the little scratching of his beard. He took my hand and kissed it gently.
At this gesture I broke out in tears again, throwing myself into his arms. I clung to him like I was drowning to made sure that he was real - that he was alive!
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