"NO! Mr. Stark! We won! Please, Tony... No…. You can't, I can't" Pepper pulls me away from him, hugging my body against hers. I try to fight, to get to him, he shouldn't be dying. She moves around me, kneeling to rest in front of Mr. Stark. War Machine grabs my arm, both holding me in place and keeping me from falling over

"Tony? It's okay. We're okay. We won, we're safe now. It's safe, I love you." She's beginning to sound choked up. "You can rest now." He closes his eyes, and a moment later, his hand drops from where he was holding Pepper's arm. She kisses his cheek, and her face crumples. I can hear the gut-wrenching sobs tearing through her body, and I can feel my throat beginning to close up.

However, I can hear something else, something besides the despair pouring out of Pepper and the quiet tears of War Machine. It's barely there, barely a whisper at all, but it's a chance. "Dr. Strange!" I scream, the force tearing my throat raw. "Dr. Strange!"

He rushes over from where he was standing, only a few feet away. "Kid, I can't fix this. We don't have- our medical tech isn't advanced enough to repair this kind of damage. There's nothing we can do. You were there when I told Tony that there was only one future in which we win. I hate to tell you this, but this was it. This was the end."

"No! You aren't listening to me! His heart- his heart is still beating!"

"I know kid, but he's too far gone, we can't move him, and he would be dead by the time we got enough medical supplies here to heal him. We need to focus on those who might still have a chance. He doesn't. I'm sorry kid, but we can't fix this."

Pepper looks up from where she's still kneeling on the ground. "Can you? Can you at least try? Morgan ca- we- I can't lose him. Not again. Not like this, especially when the kid thinks that theres a chance. You say you can hear his heart?" The last question is directed at me.

"Yes. It's faint, but it's there. He's still alive, but just barely. Mr. Dr. Strange sir, how far into the futures did you look? Did you see his funeral, or did you see him win, then end up like this? Let me try! I need a portal to my Aunt May's apartment. If she's still alive, she wouldn't have moved or thrown out my stuff. She couldn't do it with Ben, she wouldn't do it with me. I'm the last thing she had left."

He looks conflicted, but after a moment's thought, he concedes. "Fine, you're right. I never bothered to go further than checking to see if Thanos died or not. He could still- theoretically- make it. Do you have a picture of the room?"

I shake my head, desperately trying to think of a solution. "No, can you just pull it from my mind or something? You're a wiz- sorry, a sorcerer. Can't you, please?"

"Doesn't work that way kid, I need an image before I make the portal. The only reason I could come here today at all was because I'd been here before, even if I hadn't seen it quite like this."

Pepper's head shoots up again. "Wanda!" She's looking around frantically. "Wanda! Can you transfer images? We're running out of time, and this might save him!"

Before I can process what she said, the Scarlet Witch is in front of me, glowing red magic connecting my head to the sorcerers. He blinks for a second, then opens the portal.

I jump through, into the living room of the apartment I grew up in. May is sitting there, on the couch. She jumps nearly a foot in the air when she sees me, spilling her wine. I ignore her, running away and into my bedroom. Thankfully, it is nearly exactly how I left it the morning of the field trip. I crawl on the ceiling, opening up the access that is there. There isn't much up there, but I'm only looking for one thing. Grabbing the three vials and the syringe, I rush back into the living room, still ignoring my aunts questions, as well as her attempts to grab onto and hold me back.

I dive back through the portal, grabbing at Mr. Stark, pulling him down to lie flat on the ground. Well, as flat as possible, at least. I rip the armour from the center of his chest, and insert the needle between the ribs, pushing the contents directly into his heart. The heart beat has faded significantly, making it almost impossible to hear now.

Knowing that I am running out of time, I climb on top of him, and begin doing chest compressions. "Someone breathe for him! Miss Potts! Help him breathe!" I'm begging, and I can see the pity and despair in the eyes of those standing around me, but she leans down to attempt rescue breaths anyways.

Slowly, to slow, I hear his heart begin to beat at a more steady rhythm, but I still fear that it isn't enough. I continue the chest compressions with one hand, and grab another vial to push into his carotid artery to help heal the damage to his brain.

Only moments after doing so, I hear gasps from those around me. Glancing up to his face, I can see that Mr. Starks eyes are beginning to flutter open. Taking my hands off his chest, I concentrate and listen to his heart again. The beat is stronger, more reassuring, but still worrisome. I glance up to the wizard. "We need to get him to a hospital. He's healing, but we need to be able to monitor his vitals, just in case. I'll carry him, but can you open up another portal?"

He nods, nearly imperceptible, but opens a portal anyways. I stand, then lean down and scoop him up. Pepper gets to her feet beside me, and we walk through the glowing circle into a shocked emergency waiting room. Looking back, I ask, "Is anyone else coming?" No one else follows, so Dr. Strange allows the portal to close behind us.

I walk to the nurses desk, to late realizing that I forgot to put my mask back on. It's too late for that now. Mr. Stark is more important than my identity. The young man at the desk looks up at me in shock, before glancing down at my mentor, still held in my arms, and back at the two people standing behind me in full battle armour. "I need a gurney out here! Prep an OR! Has he been given anything? Is he allergic to any medication?"

Pepper shakes her head no at the question on whether he's allergic to anything, while I nod and begin to explain what was in the two vials I injected into him. "Uh yes, He's had about 20 ml of an experimental drug based off of my healing factor. Before I vanished, I was able to isolate the part of my DNA that allowed me to heal at such an exponential rate, and-"

He cuts me off mid ramble. "That's great, kid. But what was is it?"

I pause, laying Mr. Stark down on the gurney that they brought out for him, before reaching into the pocket of my belt and pulling out the remaining vial. "This. This is what I gave him. He was nearly dead, but I gave him two of these vials, one into the heart, one into the carotid artery, and he's already healing at an impressive rate. There haven't been any human trials, but it was either this or certain death. I am still unsure if he will live or not, but I hope that I at least gave him a fighting chance." One of the nurses nod, grabbing the drug to send for molecular analysis, and they wheel my mentor into the back, leaving me, Pepper, and Rhodey standing there helplessly.