A/N: Hey guys sorry for not updating in…forever! I know all of you were waiting for some awesome smut, but I realized (after like 6 days of trying to write it) I CAN'T DO IT. /sobs/ I hope you enjoy the rest of this fic even though there's not awesome sex. ;~; I FEEL SO BAD! Ugh. But, I really hope you enjoy this chapter~! It is coming to a close with the next couple of chapters, but I wanted to personally thank you all for liking and reading my story! I really hope you enjoy the end! Just so you know, I'm writing a SuperFamily fic after this with Peter as the POV. :D I hope y'all will read that after this! No name for that fic yet, but I'll definitely be starting it either tomorrow or this weekend! THANK YOU AGAIN, LOVLIES! 3333333

Christmas was soon over and everyone was hanging in the living room like usual as New Years inched closer and closer. No crime had been serious enough for the Avenger's to be assembled, so they were all enjoying their time together.

"I wish I could go for a walk," Tony stated watching Loki cook using a recipe from his new cookbook.

"We can walk around the tower," Loki offered putting garlic pepper into his frying pan.

"That's not fun," Tony stated watching his mechanical fingers tap on the counter.

The next few days passed and everyone had sat down to watch a movie. It was late, around 11pm, and Thor, Natasha, and Bruce had all fallen asleep on the couch.

There was a buzz over the intercom and Fury's voice came loud and booming, "We have a situation. Avengers assemble,"

And everyone jumped up, Loki woke the three, and they all dashed to their rooms to suit up.

All except Tony.

He watched them all leave, and while Loki was jogging to his room he noticed that Tony hadn't moved. He turned around and looked at him sadly. "It shouldn't take long," he said.

Tony forced a smile, "I'll just go to bed early," he said getting up.

"Tony…" Loki tried but Tony waved him off.

"I'll be fine, really," he said showing another fake smile.

"Maybe I should stay here with you,"

"Don't! I said I'll be fine, Loki! All is well," Tony said chuckling. Loki hesitated before Thor called for him.

"I'll come back soon!"

Tony went into his room and pulled out a book Loki was reading and flipped it open to the page it was bookmarked on. He began skimming the lines trying to understand what the chapter was about, or get a general idea of the characters, and found himself dozing off.

It was a jarring alarm when Jarvis came over the intercom, "Sir, you have an incoming call from Mister Barton,"

Tony groggily sat there for a moment waking up and said, "Answer," click, "Yeah?"

There was screaming in the background, "We need you to suit up! NOW!" and there was fuzz and then the line went dead. Tony sat there for a long minute understanding that his friends were obviously in dire danger. He looked at the clock and it was only a little past midnight.

He hadn't worked on the Iron Man suit in months, nor would he know if his mechanical arm would fit properly with it. He didn't hesitate getting up.

Tony knew that his probation from the hospital was being monitored 24/7 and he understood that this would possibly send him back in, but he couldn't let his friends get hurt.

He went down to the lab where he kept his suits and looked at the Mock 8. He hesitantly pressed the button to release the locks that held it in its case and stood up to the platform infront of it. Jarvis began to scan his body and the suit began to attach itself.

The Mock 8 would not fit around his mechanical arm and the suit halted. "Shit," he mumbled knowing this was going to happen. He rushed over to his work desk where everything hadn't been touched, and pulled out some wire cutters and a screwdriver. He began prying the suit's arm off so just his mechanical one would be exposed.

It took him about ten minutes of his swearing like a sailor, cutting, and kicking things until he got his suit to function with one less arm.

He got out, and flew his suit into the back window breaking it and out into the street. "Jarvis, locate the Avengers,"

"Yes, sir,"

It was difficult keeping balance with only one hand to keep him from flying sideways, but Jarvis located them in Central Park and he began that way.

As he got closer to the general direction in which the park was located, he noticed big, black billowing clouds of smoke emitting from the location in which his friends were stationed.

His stomach dropped and he swallowed hard. Tony knew he was going to have difficulty with this, but he didn't know if he could actually…handle it. He landed outside of the fire and he noticed Natasha sprawled across the pathway with a massive amount of blood pooled beneath her.

Tony grew nervous and he could feel himself begin to sweat. He didn't want to do this over again. He took a close step to Natasha and felt himself gag. Her throat had been torn apart and her eyes were looking towards the night sky with a blank, cold stare. The fire had long, crawling, eerie shadows that shown upon her and gave Tony a rendering feeling. He didn't want to do this, but what if someone else was…hurt. He took a deep breath and jumped into the action across the fire.

Thor was fighting alongside Clint and Loki at the…shadow? Tony looked closely and had Jarvis scan down the enemy. It wasn't a physical person, but the standing shadow portrayed it as one. Clint's arrows flew through it, Loki's spear couldn't penetrate it, and Thor's hammer had no use against it. Bruce and Steve were nowhere to be seen.

He joined the fight only to get nowhere in a matter of minutes. The fire around them grew closer and burned at their ankles. Clint had tried getting into trees to try and get different angles to shoot, but all of the surrounding brush was alight.

Loki grew weak suddenly and fell to his knees. He scrunched his face in pain and Tony hadn't noticed his stomach wound. Blood was seeping through his shirt staining down his entire front. Why he couldn't heal himself Tony didn't know, but now wasn't the time to ponder that. He rushed over to stand infront of Loki to protect him while he was down and Thor found himself giving up. They had made no damage to the monster and all seemed pointless.

"Why are you doing this?" Thor boomed to the shadow. It responded by suddenly disappearing. The fire still roared and firetrucks could be heard in the distance. Thor dropped his hammer and bent down on his knees to catch his breathe. Clint stumbled over putting a gentle hand on Thor's back clearly out of breath and out of arrows.

"Where are Steve and Bruce?" Tony asked opening his mask.

"I do not know," Thor responded. Tony turned around to the fallen Loki who clutched his stomach in pain.

"Heal yourself," Tony whispered and Loki shook his head. "That thing took my powers completely. I'm afraid…I have to endure," he spat out.

"Did you see…" Tony began and he didn't have to finish, Loki nodded his head slowly and looked up at his friend.

"We must find the others so they do not end up like her." Loki stated trying to stand.

End up like her.

Tony felt nauseous again and felt his muscles tighten. "Jarvis, locate Steve and Bruce,"

"Sir, I have located them due west towards the firetrucks."

"Are they…alive?"

"Yes, sir,"

Tony nodded happy about that information. "We need to get you to a hospital," Tony said bending down to put Loki's arm around his neck.

Loki grunted in pain with standing and stretching his stomach wound. Thor and Clint looked at eachother and then back over past the flames where Natasha's body was.

"We can't leave her…" Clint whispered as the four of them became quiet.

"I will retrieve her body," Thor quietly stated clearing a space of fire with the power of his hammer that gave them all a glimpse of the blood mess that lie beyond.