A/N: Okay, I just want to say this is my first time writing a proper fanfiction (I've written other ones for a joke but not from an actual fandom) so it's probably not the best. Also, I haven't had anyone proof-read it so yeah… If you see any grammar issues/spelling errors please tell me and I'll fix it. Also, Tony is seriously OOC in this part sorry… Hopefully, next chapter will be better. Anyways I shall leave you now. Au revoir!

When Tony died he went out with a bang. The explosion sent shards of glass from the windows flying in every direction, the building shook from the force of it and dust rained down from the ceiling. The sheer power of the explosion would be enough to injure anyone but it was, of course, Tony's lucky day and this meant that, of course, he had to leave incredibly dangerous chemicals within exploding distance while he was doing this experiment. Of course. And, of course, they had to splash all over him and… well… It wasn't pretty.

At least, Tony thought to himself. It was by my own hand. He sighed. Well, he would've if he could but he technically wasn't alive so he technically wasn't breathing so he technically couldn't breathe and - Who's he kidding? He's dead! There's nothing technical about it.

What would Pepper say if she saw him now? Pepper… He would miss her… Would she miss him? He didn't know.

All he saw was white in all directions. He wanted to move, wanted to walk one last time, run once more, take one more breath… Strange how you never appreciate the little things, the things you take for granted until they're gone.

How did he get himself in such a mess? He didn't want to die cowering in his lab, he didn't want to die from one of his ridiculously dangerous experiments going wrong. He wanted to die heroically, saving a child from a burning building, or jumping in the way of a killing blow meant for another person, or flying a missile through a portal into space…

Yeah maybe not.

But still, he didn't want to die alone, no one knowing where he was or what he was doing… Except JARVIS but did JARVIS count? He had muted him beforehand anyway so it wasn't like he was talking to anyone. God, he should stop thinking, he's just going to make himself miss them all the more and think about the fact that now he's dead he can't talk to them – Pepper, Rhodey, JARVIS, heck even Fury – anymore. He can't laugh with them, laugh at them anymore… Can't see them, can't 'accidentally' jab them with sharp objects to see how they'd react, can't show off how smart he is to them, can't…

"Okay brain, now's a good time to shut up!" he yelled aloud, barely breaking the deafening silence. He was trying desperately not to cry because Stark men do not cry but really there was no point – he was alone and, for the first time in his life, he was lonely.

Just as he was thinking this he saw a flash of orange. But… that colour couldn't be here, shouldn't be here! He'd know that colour anywhere – that was his favourite colour because that was the colour of Pepper's hair. His heart soared. He wasn't alone because he still had his friends, his family he just couldn't see them. He wasn't alone, he could never be rid of them. Even though he was dead, they were still with him and that's all that mattered to him.

Everything went black.