A few wet splotches seeped into the cheap, obsidian fabric of my rental tux. As my body was racked with another fresh wave of tremendous sobs, I buried my face in my already moist hands.
Pitiful.
That it would end like this.
That Tony is gone.
I fumbled for my glasses next to me and sloppily shoved them on. I sniffed, and stared at the casket:
At the head of the room, covered in snaking tendrils of white, sweet smelling flowers, with my one best friend and companion inside.
More tears gushed out of my already bloodshot, puffy, eyes, and I wiped them away, yet more and more continued to spill down my cheeks.
"Tony…" I hiccuped, my voice feeble and raspy, "Oh..T-Tony…" my sentence dissolved into sobs, and I burrowed my face into Thor's broad chest and wept for my friend.
Tony.
Our long nights in the lab.
Pondering what Natasha and Pepper do on their days off.
Tony sorely attempting to get Thor drunk.
The compassion and friendship he showed me, Bruce Banner, The Hulk.
Without Tony, who did I have?
Who would be there for me now?
By now I was in hysterics, curled up and bawling like a small child. A weak and defenseless child.
Alone.
"Tony..." I blubbered between my cries, "Tony! Tony!" I howled, "TOOOONNNYY! TONY!"
Somewhere in the distance, "Back in Black" began to play, its volume steadily rising until the room seemed to throb in unison with the bass, making my already pounding head ache. The lid to the polished mahogany casket opened and landed with a loud bang! as it smacked into the casket's side.
Surrounded in an aura of music and mist: Tony Stark rose from the dead.
My tears seemed to vanish and time seemed to stop.
"No…" I muttered feebly, "I- no...Tony?"
Then reality slapped me–hard:
"Tony!" I screeched, leaping out of my seat and scrambling to the front where I nearly knocked my friend over in my wild hug. He chuckled, returned the embrace and ruffled my light-chocolate curls before whispering:
"Happy April Fools!"
"April Fools?"