Pre Notes: Grab the tissues and cuddle your puppies folks, because this is a rough one. A song I recommend listening to while reading this is "Saturn" by Sleeping at last.

White, hot, searing pain flows through Tony as he collapses on the ground. He can't even feel his hand, but he knows it must not be in good shape.

He tries to refocus his mind, but can already feel it slipping away.

Just rest for a few minutes. It tells him. Just a few minutes.

Tony almost does, but he knows deep inside if he does he won't wake up, so he shoves every ounce of energy he has left to open his eyes. His vision is spotted, but he is soon aware of the fact they are no longer in New York.

They are lying in the middle of a grass field in what can only be Wakanda. The gauntlet must have taken them back to their own time.

The Gauntlet.

Tony looks down and doesn't even have the energy to vomit at the sight. Steve is still on his right and their hands are still inside, how much of his hand is left he has no idea because his whole arm is bloody and burnt to the most extreme possible.

"Steve," he hears a desperate voice call from his right, but he is so dizzy he can't quite make out the voice.

"Oh Stevie," it's Bucky who collapses next to him, "Steve, I remember, I remember everything," He grips Steve's uniform with a strong hand and buries his face into Steve's neck. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it, I didn't want you to get hurt, I couldn't let that happen because of me."

"So you didn't mean it?" Tony can hear Steve's curdled, raspy, barely audible words.

"No Steve,"

From the corner of Tony's blurred vision, he can see a weak smile spread across Steve's face as Bucky cries into his chest.

"You're gonna be alright Stevie," He takes a sharp breath.

"Buck," Steve whispers, agonizingly slowly reaching up and brushing a tear from Bucky's face. "It's the end of the line."

Tony smiles because it all makes sense. How blind had he been not to notice? He actually laughs, but his lungs can't take it, so it comes out as a weak cough. He closes his eyes slowly.

Just five minutes. His brain tells him.

Tony thinks he hears a muffled, "Wanda?" and a sob of relief from across the field.

He lets himself go slowly, the darkness wrapping him in a blanket.

And then he hears it.

"Mr. Stark?" It's a panicked voice, but Tony knows it oh so well, "Mr. Stark?" he says a little more worried this time.

"Peter," he mumbles out of his cracked lips.

"Mr. Stark," Peter falls to Tony's side and cradles him in his lap, "You're going to be ok Mr. Stark," his voice is cracking and when Tony forces his eyes open, he can see the tears in his eyes.

"No Peter," he chokes out, "but you are." He forces a smile, and it comes less force than he thought it would because Peter is wrapped around him and nothing has ever felt so good in his life.

"I love you, Peter," he says, a tear sliding down his cheek. Peter's eyes are big and brown, his eyebrows are raised and tears are streaming down his neck.

"I love you, Dad," He presses his head into Tony's shoulder and Tony gathers up every ounce of strength he has left to raise his right hand and brush Peter's hair out of his face, feeling the soft brown curls.

He closes his eyes and the darkness consumes him, his heart full of joy.

Tony opens his eyes slowly and sees white. He runs his hands down his body to find no wounds, just his usual Black Sabbath shirt, and jeans. He stands up to find that he is in an all-white area with no roof, floor or ceiling.

"Tony," he hears behind him. A voice he hasn't heard in a very long time.

"Jarvis?" he says, awestruck at seeing the man in front of him.

"Yes Tony, it's me," he pulls Tony into a hug.

"How?" he asks in confusion, and then he realizes where he is and what's happened.

"You know the answer to that," Jarvis says in a soft tone, "we are so proud of you, Tony."

"Oh, Tony," he hears from his other side.

His mother.

"Mom," he pulls her close and smells her familiar perfume filled his nose.

"I missed you so much," she says, brushing his hair from his face the way he did with Peter.

"You are an amazing man, I am so proud." They hold each other for a moment, enjoying being in each other's arms once again.

He hears a cough from behind him and turns around to see his father, standing in a business suit.

"Hello, Anthony," his voice is stern.

"Dad," he says nervously, stepping toward him and protecting his mother out of instinct.

"When I recorded that video for you, I meant it. I have created many things, Tony, but the thing I can say I am most proud of," he takes a step forward and places his hand on Tony's shoulder, "is you."

Tony swallows because he has never had this kind of affection from his father before.

"I love you, Tony," and Tony looks in his eyes and sees tears, "I am so proud to call you my son."

"I-," he stutters, "I love you too, Dad," and then he hugs him. The father that had ignored him his whole childhood and told him he was a disgrace is gone, and the man standing before him has had years to reflect. Jarvis and his mother join in the hug, and Tony feels an empty crack in his heart rebuild itself again.

"Captain," his father says, pulling from the hug.

Tony turns around and sees Steve, dressed to the nines in his formal army uniform and hair perfectly combed.

"Nice to see you, Howard," he steps forward and shakes Howard's hand.

"Hello, Tony," he says when he stops shaking Howard's hand.

"Hey, Steve."

"We did it," Steve says with a proud look on his face.

"We did." Tony smiles. "So about Barnes," Tony says with a grin.

"Yes Tony, you're a genius." he laughs.

"You think he will move on?" Tony asks, pushing his hands into his jean pockets.

"Maybe," but Steve doesn't sound confident.

Tony nods, "What are your plans now?"

"Well," he says, stepping closer to Tony, "I am late for a dance."

Tony pulls him into a hug one more time. "I'll see you around, I suppose," he says as Steve walks away.

"I'm sure," and with one more smile, Steve is gone.

"Come on," Tony says to his family, "we have a lot to talk about."

So they sit on a couch that has appeared and Tony tells them everything.

He tells them about the Avengers, about Pepper, about his child, and most of all,

he talks about Peter.

Epilogue

There are separate funeral services for Ironman and Captain America. The world agreed they both deserved their own service.

Bucky doesn't talk for a long time. At the funeral for Tony, Tony's voice booms over the crowd saying he forgives Bucky and Bucky nearly broke down on the floor right there.

He takes up the mantle of Captain America for a few years before resigning and marrying a woman from Brookline, never having children and never seeming truly content.

Bruce, even though he struggles with the loss of Hulk for the rest of his life marries Natasha and with extensive research and work, is able to have a child with her.

They have twins and name them Anthony and Steven.

Loki and Thor move the Asgardian population to someplace they said their father took them and rebuild their kingdom together.

Vision marries Wanda, naturally, and they adopt a displaced child from Sokovia.

Rhodey marries Carol, which no one was really expecting, but they seem happy and the wedding is joyful.

Pepper changes her name to Stark and legally marries Tony, making sure he is buried with a ring on his finger. She gives birth to a happy baby girl she names Morgan. Peter falls in love with the baby, obviously, and tells her "their dad's hero story" on the anniversary of his death every year.

But before any of that, Peter gets back from Tony's memorial and sits in front of a computer. He watches a video FRIDAY told him Tony had wanted him to see, still in his black funeral suit.

He presses play and sees the happy face of Tony Stark.

"Hey, Peter." He smiles at the camera, "I'm sorry I'm not there right now, I suppose I went down in some glorious battle." Peter laughs with Tony on the computer.

"I don't even know where to start, well actually, that's not true," he sits back in his chair a little. "Stark Industries is yours, I'm giving it all to you."

Peter sits bolt upright and almost chokes on the water he just took a sip of.

Mr. Stark is giving me the company?

"Now I know that might sound crazy, but hear me out," he leans closer to the camera, a serious look on his face, "You are the most amazing, capable, intelligent, perfect human being on this planet. I know you might be weirded out by this, but you were kind of like a son to me," Peter watches a tear roll down his cheek.

"I love you, so much, kid," He puts his hand on part of the screen and Peter places his hand to match. "You made my life worth living, and I wish I could be there to watch you grow into the amazing man I know you will be." He sniffs deeply and brushes his hand across his face. "Goodbye, Peter, take care of Pepper for me ok?" Peter nods to the screen.

"I love you, son," and then the screen goes black.

Peter stares at it for a few minutes, letting the tears flow from his face. He rewinds the tape again to where his hand is pressed against the camera and places his own hand their again.

"I love you, Dad," He says loud and clear so that wherever Tony is, he can hear him say it.

He does.

The End.

Post Notes: Well, folks, that's it. Thank you for all the amazing love and support. I hope the ending wasn't too sad, I know it wasn't exactly happy but I personally think it is satisfying in its own way. In case you guys didn't catch on, I went Stucky. What Bucky forgot was that he and Steve were in love but couldn't because it was too dangerous. Bucky told him he never loved him so Steve would be safe, hence the "you didn't mean it". The fourth of July is Steve's birthday and that year was his 16th. He says "when the man said Bucky, I was a sixteen-year-old kid again." This didn't make sense to me because they were friends much longer than that. Steve fell in love with Bucky at sixteen, and since Bucky is a year older than Steve Bucky was seventeen. Seventeen is one of the winter soldier's trigger words. Idk what you guys think, if you ship it or not, but I wanted to put it in any way.

Thanks to each and every one of you once again for all the love, I will be eternally grateful.

-Marvel Nerd