AUTHOR'S NOTE: So this is something quick I did, because after seeing the Endgame trailer when it first came out and all the rumors combined I needed to write something. Honestly I planned to make this into a multi-chapter fic, so let me know if you guys want more. If not, this is just a stand alone. Also sorry for grammar mistakes, I try my best. I hope you guys enjoy. Tell me what you thought!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any Marvel characters used in this story. (Obviously lol, but got to warn people.)

As Tony turned of his helmet, cradling the only working device left of his now demolished iron suit with his hand, he knew that message would never get to earth; to the person who needed to hear it the most. He can still hear her voice from the phone call as he blasted his way up to the space ship, losing connection the higher he went. "Tony get back here now." The worry and panic so evident, it made him hurt. He was just suppose to save the wizard, bring the kid-who wasn't suppose to be there in the first place- back down, and get the time stone the hell out of dodge. Never was it in the plan to get stranded on Thanos' home planet. When he said they needed to bring the fight to him, it meant kicking his ass like they did with Ultron and going back to planning his wedding with Pepper. They almost had him too, but that idiot lord star or Pete-whatever the hell his name was-had to go and mess the system up. They were so close to pulling the gaulent off Thanos' hand, but he had to pick that moment to punch him. The mourning of one life cost billions of others to lose theirs. He hadn't considered that, and now he, Dr. Strange, and Peter are all gone, leaving the worst prison for himself, loneliness.

Tony picked up the closest thing next to him-a metal pipe, probably once a part of a beautiful building- and threw it as far as it would go, screaming until he was cut off with a violent cough, gasping for air through the desert that was his mouth. His food supplies had run out five days ago, water following the exit a day after. At the end of today, his oxygen would run out as well. There was no way a rescue would be coming for him, they didn't even know where to start. Why would anyone rescue him anyway? They were probably glad to get rid of his "selfishness", as many people claimed. All he ever did was try to help people, just like his father had. That was the purpose of Stark Industries. Tony just ran into the problem that while he helped people, he would tear a hole in the patch of his good deeds.

Standing on his wobbly feet, Tony limped over to his ship, the one he managed to salvage from the bigger one he crashed not too long ago. It took time and a lot of searching later to be able to get the device to run. It had less than a days worth of air left, but if he puts himself in hyper sleep he can stretch it out by a couple of hours. Sweeping the area with his eyes Tony was saddened by the fact destruction would be the last thing he saw, so he tilted his head up towards the sky, the only beautiful thing left on this planet. Sitting in the seat, he strapped himself in-his helmet layed by his feet-and took off. As he set into hypersleep, a tear rolled down his cheek. He imagined his life ending many different ways, but never in space and alone. This journey was finally at the end, exactly like he told Pepper in the message she would hopefully one day receive. As the darkness invaded him, Tony accepted he was going to die. No one was coming to rescue him.

FIVE YEARS LATER...

Blocks away from 16 Handles-a corny ice-cream shop using a play on word from the iconic 80s movie 16 Candles-a little girls laugh can be heard streets away from the Penn South playground, which in some way was a scary thought. New York was usually filled with the sounds of traffic, horns blaring at the car in front of them, or people chatting while walking to the nearest dining establishment. Nowadays, New York was so quiet you can hear a pin drop. After Thanos wiped out half the population, some citizens who lived anywhere in New York, definitely Manhattan, didn't want to stick around with such a bad history. Most though couldn't bare the idea of living in the last place they saw their family member, invaded with all the good memories and never given the opportunity to create new ones. A lot of stores remain untouched, others broken into. A lot caught by police-just cause Thanos wiped out half the population didn't mean rules would change.

Focusing back on the little girl, her brunette pink tails hang loosely above her head as she hangs upside down on the monkey bars, her blue eyes lighting up in delight. "Morgan get down from there before you fall," her mother warned. She stayed, knowing the tone wasn't serious enough to get her into trouble. The women nudged her husbands arm. "Go get her down." He sighed giving her a look, as if saying come on, smirking a bit to let her know he was joking. "You know Pepper, you ought to let the kid live a little. She'll waste her energy out up there, then later she'll want to take a nap."

"Well Tony, I don't really feel like taking our 5 year old to a hospital for a broken bone."

"I don't wanna take our 5 year old to a hospital for a broken bone," he copied her, mumbling under his breath. "What did you say?" Pepper questioned, already knowing her husband was the true 5 year old in this situation. "Nothing, I swear." She smiled at him. "Sure."

"Come here," Tony said, carefully lifting his daughter off the monkey bars and placing her on the ground. "Why don't you go finish your ice-cream moms been holding." Morgan gave him a pout. "But I wanna play more." Tony couldn't help himself. "Ok, five more minutes and we leave." The little girl ran off, climbing up a slide, and coming back down. "She has you wrapped around her finger." Tony smiled at that. There was nothing he wouldn't do for her, especially in this day and age.

It was coming close to six years since Thanos wiped out half the population, and Tony thanks god everyday that Pepper hadn't been one of the unfortunate ones to be swept off as if they never existed. Honestly he can't even believe that he is standing here next to her, alive. He came so close to death, like many times before, but this was different; he was scared. Scared of dying alone, scared that Pepper wouldn't get closure, and now that he's back he is sure he would have been scared of never getting to meet his child if he knew Pepper had been pregnant at the time. So yeah, it felt amazing to be back holding her, his wife, and their five year old daughter. Never in a million years would Tony thought he would say this, but it was great no longer being Tony Stark, one of the the richest people in the world, a genius just like his father, and a super hero-Iron Man. No, now he was just Tony Stark, husband and father. Life might not have been ideal in that moment, but what he had was enough for him.

Being dragged out of his thoughts, his phone started to ring. He flipped it open, "Stark here." Some habits don't die.

"It's Steve."

"I already told you I'm out."

"Wait, look. We found this device and we think Nick Fury was trying to locate someone on it. We've tried to get it to work, but we haven't been able to figure out what's wrong with the thing. Please, Tony. Just ten minutes."

"Nope, yeah I'm good. Thanks for the offer though."

"Stark, this could be what we need to finally stop Thanos. If you can't come out of the goodness of your heart, do it for the people who lost their lives. Do it for your daughter."

"That's a low blow there, cap." Tony sighed, Steve was not a stupid man. "Give me an hour."