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I'm not quite sure where this is going but I just had this in my head and I felt like it had to be written down before I forget. But I do think there's a story behind it so if any beta readers are interested please send me a message.
Prologue:
The letter laid on the glass coffee table in front of a distressed Tony Stark, who had been laughing and joking with his fellow Avengers moments ago. Only now to be sitting silent with his hands covering his face whilst Pepper stroked his back comfortingly as he attempted to hide his sobs.
Seeing the usually upbeat arrogant billionaire break down like this had frightened the team. They had never seen their friend react like this. Not even after New York. Tony was a proud man and didn't like to show any personal emotions to the team, but this facade was so easily broken by one small letter.
The offending piece of paper was being scrutinized, from all angles, by the Avengers. But no one dared to touch it while Tony was still in the room. They were worried about him, no doubt, but they were not suicidal that they would trespass on his privacy. Pepper would have killed them with one glare; the glare which was now being directed at the paper on the table. Natasha had half thought that it might actually catch fire under the intense stares from those in the room. They stood in silence for another couple of minutes until Pepper finally broke the silence.
"Maybe it's a mistake. You know what Arthur's like; he always gets his papers mixed up. Who's to say that this guy has any more sense than him?" Lifting his head from his hand, Tony looked at his
girlfriend; there wasn't much hope in his eyes but there was enough for him to slowly get to his feet.
"We should go to the ambassadors, just in case." His voice was hoarse and his eyes still dark but there was a flicker of hope resting in them.
Pepper smiled kindly, "Go get the car, I'll get my jacket and I'll meet you down there." He nodded and walked off to the lift. When he had gone, Pepper treaded towards the team.
"Order some pizzas and leave some for us, would you? I think we're going to need it." Bruce nodded
solemnly.
"Anything in particular you want?" He asked.
"The usual will do." She said wandering off into her and Tony's bedroom. As soon as she vanished from sight Clint leaped for the letter and held it out so the whole team could read.
"Martin and Dianna Granger deceased.
No sign of the trio."