Wake up.
Tony, you have to wake up.
He knew, he day to get up. But it was goddamn hard, when the only person who can tell you to get up is yourself.
He tried to lifts head but couldn't. The helmet stopped him. And it didn't move with him.
"Friday?"
No answer. He tried to move his legs, his arm, him body, but couldn't. The suit was dead. He couldn't move.
It was getting colder. It had been cold already but now the heater was off too. Tony had tried everything. Friday didn't answer. No matter what he said. So he couldn't call Pepper. Or Rhodey. For fuck's sake, he could't even call Steve! Tony really didn't want to talk to Steve. But he really didn't want to die either... that was kind of a lie... He really didn't want to die here alone. He hadn't said goodbye to anyone. The only good thing about dying right now would be, that tony was a hundred percent sure, Steve would feel guilty. Tony knew he was an asshole for thinking that, but it would literally Steve's fault.
He tried to call for help but knew that no-oe would come. The Black Widow parody man, T'challa, was probably already hiding in a Wakandan tree. Tony chuckled at the picture. An adult man hiding in a tree like a regular cat!
Tony tried to record some "goodbye"-messeges. But Friday didn't answer. So he spoke out loud to the wind. First to Rhodey, then Happy, Natasha, the Spiderkid who'd put his own life in danger for him. He apologized and explained to Wanda, Hawkeye and that guy Scott.
He finished the last goodbye "Pepper, I love you" with wet cheeks and hoarse voice. "And, I'm sorry."
The cold was creeping everywhere. He wanted to blow on his hands or something but was frozen and shaking. He couldn't feel his feet. He couldn't feel his hands.
The last thing Tony saw, before everything went black was a dark shadow appearing on his right side.