Ship: Tony Stark x Pepper Potts
He was going to die. And it was a damned heroic, unselfish death, too. Flying a nuke through a closing portal to a hostile alien army in a suit with barely enough power to get you there? Really Tony, this is how you're going to go?
"Shall I try Miss Potts?"
His instinct was no. He couldn't talk to her when he was about to do this.
She was going to find out on the news, if he didn't.
No, he couldn't do that. If Tony Stark was going to die, he was damn well going to do it on his own terms.
"Sure, why not?"
The phone began to ring. The nuke and the suit kept flying. The portal kept closing. And then the phone stopped ringing.
The suit lost power.
She was going to find out on the news anyway. Only now she was going to check her phone and see the one missed call. She was going to put it together - he knew she was - his damnably brilliant Pepper. But then he had no idea what she was going to do.
Stupid, Tony. Really stupid.
