This is a story in memorium of Stan Lee and how each hero reacted to his death. This is a universe in which Stan Lee caused them to be heroes, like he did with writing the comics, but he di it in this universe. I'll be posting at least 23 chapters of this. I hope you all love it as much as I do!

Tony Stark

"Stan Lee is dead at 95 this morning in an LA hospital."

Tony Stark froze in place, looking up from the paperwork he was working on. On the TV flashed the face of the man who was responsible for who he was today. He packed up his work and put on the suit, flying to the nearest bar, which happened to be a dirty, run-down bar. He walked in and sat at the nearest stool.

"Give me the strongest thing you've got," he ordered, the nanotech mask folding back.

The bartender smirked at him, sidling over. "You sure about that, Iron Man? It tastes like horse shit."

"I need it," Tony muttered grimly, his head bowed. The drink was slid down the bar to him and he grabbed it, taking a huge gulp. "God, what's in this?"

"A mix of things. People only order after a really nasty breakup or when someone dies. Which one is it for you?"

"Death. Stan Lee. He created me. I don't know what I'm going to do now." Tony downed the rest of his drink, and then, "Another."

"Hey, whatever you say man. You're an Avenger. I'm sure you can take it." He slid down another.

Over the course of a half hour, Tony Stark drank sixteen of the terrible concoction. At this point, he was heavily slurring his words. Given that he was a flirty drunk, he was also flirting with anyone that came into the building, the bartender, and at one point, his stool.

"Ya know wha' ah love abat ya? Ah love th' 'ay ya touzh mah ass. Yoo're so goo' a' id." He then slid backward off his stool, the clank of metal hitting the ground resounding through the building. The bartender cringed, then glanced over the edge of the counter, only to see Tony with a bit of drool dribbling out of mouth, weeping furiously. "Yah're jus' like all'a res'. Y'all lea' meh eventooalilily."

There was a sigh from the door, and when the bartender looked up, he nearly fainted. One Avenger in a night was one thing, but two? Impossible. He had to be dreaming.

"Come on Tony. Pepper's looking for you. She says you got a package addressed to a Tony Stank. You better go open it. It's marked urgent." Steve Rogers lifted Tony over his shoulder and drug him out to his car, shoving him in and driving him back to Tony's glorious mansion, where he had a package waiting with a letter.