Another Iron Man fan fic.
I would love for everyone to review or right something about this story please. I love it when you guys do. I also love Private Messages two.
OH! I do not own a suit of Iron so there for, I do not own Iron Man. Some lucky duck named MARVEL does.
Ashes to Ashes
Pepper ran to the site of the once standing stark tower. Ten minutes ago, three missals where heading towards new York. When Tony Stark AKA Iron Man, Led the missals towards his building where the went of.
"Tony!" She called. There was no answer. Just the silent fall of ash. The ash covered the street like snow. It fell in her hair, and covered her strawberry blonde hair with a grey blanket. She brushed the ash out of her face. All the ash was making it hard, for even her to breath. Which was not a good sign. If Tony was found, he might have choked to death from all the ash. She pushed that thought out of her head. He was alive. He was fine! He was Tony Stark. He had lived through torture in Afghanistan. Survived nurmoures attacks, as well as many, many, many angry calls from girls he had abandoned in the middle of the night. And he was still alive. So this would be no problem for him. Right?
She continued to walk through the ash. Until she tripped, on something hard. She turned back to see. The mask. The Iron Man mask! It was only the mask, nothing else.
"No, NO!" Pepper screamed. Tears started to fall from her eyes. She would find him. Ok and in one piece. It was only the helmet there where many good reasons he would have left it. She picked herself up, and then picked up the mask. It was badly beaten up, with. A little bit of blood. Only a little. So he should, and would be fine.
She looked around to see if there were any more pieces of the Iron Man armor. She luckily didn't see any, she breathed again. That at least mean he was still in one piece. Man if this was a prank and he was fine. She would kill him!
She continued through the ruble. Until she saw a shadow of a man in the distance. She picked up her pace. She was afraid. Extremely afraid. She started to run. Was that him? The figure did not move. What if… No she couldn't think that way. She started to run down the path of reckedge. Towards the flag pole. Where the figure laid.
It was him. Lying against the pole. In broken armor, with a bloody face. He didn't move, at all. He just laid there, with a torn America flag on his body.
"Tony!" She cried running towards him. She held back the tears as she ran up next to him. She suddenly stopped when she saw the ARC reactor was not glowing. If the ARC…then he would…
"No…No." She fell to her knees right in front of his motionless body. She couldn't hold the tears back any longer.
"NO! It wasn't supposed to end like this!" She said putting her head on his armor. Pushing the flag off his body. Trying to tell the world they will not morne over him today.
"Damn you! Damn you!" She said in anger. She told him not to do this. She told him to stop being Iron Man. But he would never listen. He said it was his job. That he needed to do it. No one else. She told him others could do it, but by then he was already in the air, flying away.
"Damn… you for believing… in heroes! You hear me! Hero's… don't exist!" She said with a broken voice. She pushed back her tears. "They never will,… cause there will always be… an evil to destroy… them!" She cried harder. Putting her head on his chest, and pounding on the ARC reactor.
"Damn… you, for making me … believing it two." She moved over and laid right by his head, and cried. She hoped she cried so hard they world could hear her. She hoped people would learn from this. She hoped some good would come from his death. She cried so hard she didn't hear the noise he made. When the ARC reactor flickered on.
