A/N: So Sarah is starting a new story, very foolishly in the beginning of the school year! Woohoo! Anyway, this story has actually been in the process for a couple of months now and I've just gotten around to writing it.

Disclaimer: Star Wars and the Avengers belong to their respected owners, which is not me.

Avenging the Future

Prologue: Nightmare or Vision?

The man came at Tony with the knife. Quickly, Tony shot the blaster. He silently stood up and walked over to the man, to inspect his work. The man's clothes were burned, right around where his heart, if he had one, should be. He turned away and began walking toward the door when he heard laughing coming from the supposedly dead man.

"You'll never stop it." The dying man said. Tony turn around. "It's already begun. The Galaxy's descend into…darkness. It's starting and it's too…late to stop it. You lost, Tony Stark. You and your little Jedi friends…lost!"

"There's still time to stop it. We'll avenge the galaxy, you'll be sure of that."

The dying man began to laugh, drops of blood spurting out of the corner of his mouth. "And how will you do that, when your closest ally has turned!"

Tony's heart dropped. Oh God, no, please don't let it be true. He's was sure this was going to happen. Why didn't he telling anyone sooner? "Anakin," he whispered before running out of the room, the dying man's laughter echoing behind him.

Tears formed in his eyes as he ran. He could feel the pressure against the Arc Reactor but he couldn't stop, not with the galaxy at stake. If this falls, if the world falls, it's on him. He'd be the one who caused it. And he'll forever be called, 'Tony Stark, Destroyer of the Galaxy.' They'll talk about him in history books.

It would be exactly what he deserved.

Tony tripped, landing face first on the concrete floors. He twisted his head to see what tripped him. Out of the shadows poked at blue arm. "No…dear God please don't let it be…" Tony whispered as he crawled over and pulled the thing out of the shadows. "No!"

Steve's face was pale white and his lips were red and sticky with his own blood. His uniform was ripped, like he tried to fight back. Mad, brave Steve Rogers…it would take the entire Clone army to stop you. Sadly, this time it was too much.

Shakily, Tony stood and continued on his way to find Anakin. He had to stop this now. He'd deal with the grief later. Galaxy now, grief later. How did Jedi always have this mindset? How did they not weep when comrades fall in battle?

He reached a room at the end of the hall. He tried opening it, but the handle was jammed. Tony glanced through the window… "Or broken off," he sighed. "That's apparently an option too."

The lights in the room were out so he could barely see anything. Through foggy glass and dim lighting, he saw three people. He could be wrong, and he would have put money on that too. He didn't think to use the blaster to open the door because he saw what happened next.

One of the people fell to the ground, and the other scrambled to her side. Someone had hit something against the side of her head. The other man gently rolled the woman over. Blood covered the side of her face but Tony could still recognize her.

"Natasha…" The hole in Tony's heart grew larger. The Avengers were slowly being killed off and he felt responsible. Nick Fury would find replacements – a new team when they are found to be dead. There were thousands of supervillains in New York. There had to be a couple of more heroes.

Light seemed to want him to see what happened next. Natasha's killer appeared again. The dark robes were hard to mistake. He stood behind the man at her side, like an executioner making the final kill so the town's people can go home until the next execution happens.

Tony turned away, unable to face the reality of what happened.

He was too late and now people were dead, people he loved.

Tony woke up in a cold sweat. He shot up right in bed, one hand clutching the blanket to his chest and the other over his racing heart. The light from the arc reactor dimly lit the room up. He sat there panting and trying to stop his heart from racing.

He didn't understand that dream at all. Perhaps it was one of those stupid 'you'll understand it later' things? There really wasn't much to understand except Steve and Natasha died…and he apparently was the one to cause everything. Okay…that part was horrible but he still didn't understand.

And who was that 'Anakin' guy it kept talking about? Apparently he was evil…or good…who turned evil. He needed to be stopped – let's leave it at that. And there was a man who was about to be killed – possibly by that Anakin guy.

He'll figure this out in the morning. He needed his sleep.

Tony lay back down in bed, pulling the blanket over his shoulders. And stared into the emptiness of his room.

Maybe that Anakin guy was possessed.

Tony groaned, "I'm not going back to sleep after that, am I?" He wondered who the man he killed was and how important he was.

He had a very bad feeling that he'd find out very soon.

A/N: To avoid questions – the first part of this short prologue was a dream as in it didn't really happen. So don't worry, Steve and Natasha aren't dead. As for length, the chapters will get longer. This is just a prologue so shortness is to be expected.

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