End
It was supposed to be a quick mission. In and out, no big fights or assassinations.
Of, Course, given his luck, Tony should have really doubted it would be just that.
No, instead Thor had to trip, his large body mass echoing off the metal floors of the facility, efficiently attracting the attention of every fucking alien on this fucking spaceship.
Tony couldn't help but blame Thor for the situation he was in right now. But as he crouched on the floor beside his lifeless lover, he really couldn't blame anyone but himself. He should have been there for him, but he was fighting on the other side of the room.
The Blond had taken his heart and given his own in return, they were perfect together.
But Tony came to the quick conclusion that everything good came to an end.
Even Steve.