Warning: Major Character Death in this chapter

Tony found himself to be lying on the ground, in the same spot as he was before. Silence had befallen the battlefield, but his mind was still ringing with the same intensity.

Am I dead? Wait, corpses can't feel the ground under them, can they? No, I can't be dead. Did I survive the snap then?

But he knew that couldn't be right either. He'd seen what using the gauntlet did to people and while what he felt was fifty kinds of pain, it was no different from the moment before he snapped. He opened his eyes and saw that he was laying on his back, covered in dirt and extremely sore from whatever had hit him. He heard Peter's distant voice.

"Mr. Stark!" Tony assumed the kid was yelling, but everything was still muffled. Iron-clad hands suddenly wrapped around his arm, the contact soothing his buzzing mind and allowing him to make out the kid's blurry outline.

"Tony, are you okay?!"

He could hear the panic in Peter's voice as this time it came in clearer, his hearing steadily coming back to him. He probably looked dead where he was laying on the ground. He sure as hell felt like it.

"I- I'm okay," he managed to wheeze out. He was slowly recovering from whatever it was that hit him.

What had even happened? Had he snapped? Did it work?

Did I even have the gauntlet on?

So many questions were filtering through Tony's mind. He wasn't given much time to ponder their meaning however, for he felt Peter's grasp being ripped violently from his arm as much wider hands wound around his wrist. Without warning he felt himself being ripped from the ground, his shoulder screaming in protest as it was almost yanked from its socket. Dangling a few feet off the ground, his head swimming from the unwanted movement, he winced as his wrist was twisted around to get a better look at the back of his palm.

"What did you do Stark? Where is it?" he heard Thanos's gravelly voice roar, very much awake from the trance Mantis had put him under.

The fog in Tony's vision finally cleared enough to see the sharp lines of the mad Titan's face scrunched in confusion, but also to see his gauntlet-less hand currently being crushed in Thanos' grip.

He never had the gauntlet on.

"Tony!" came a panicked yell, high-pitched tones that could only belong to Peter. He snapped his head over to look at the kid. What had gotten his attention?

Looking at Peter he saw that his eyes were focused on something off to his left. Even trapped in Thanos' unyielding grasp, Tony's body coiled with tension, preparing himself to spring free and fight whatever it was Peter had seen to make him so afraid.

Nothing could prepare Tony for what he saw.

As his vision quickly followed the line of sight Peter had drawn for him, his eyes fell on Steve Rogers, standing tall with the gauntlet secured on his own hand.

Steve had been the one to knock into Tony to cover him. He had taken the gauntlet off of Tony as they fell.

Tony watched as bolts of energy surged out of the stones and wrapped themselves around Steve's arm and the right side of his chest, burning into his skin. He struggled to free himself, wanting nothing more than to talk him down, make him give Tony the gauntlet back, but it was too late. Steve turned to face him and gave that charming smile only Steve could muster.

"For as long as I can remember, I just wanted to do what was right. Whatever it takes ."

Thanos must have sensed what was coming because he suddenly let go of Tony, causing him to crash back to the ground with a bone-rattling thud, his breath stolen once more as he collided harshly with the ground, and made a mad lunge at Steve. Steve was ready for this, however, and acted.

SNAP.

Thanos stopped in his tracks.

At first there was just silence, then all around them aliens began turning to ash and the air was thick with their vanishing bodies. Distant screeches faded away into nothing, their owners having been wiped from existence, and an eerie quiet settled over the battlefield. Thanos' knees crumpled underneath him, his hulking form becoming impossibly small as he sat down on a chunk of concrete below. He watched on with dread-filled eyes as his army disintegrated, relief only returning to his face as he flaked away along with them.

It was over. The mad Titan was finally gone.

Tony didn't care about any of it at that moment though. All he could focus on was Steve who had stumbled a few steps away, coming to a stop as he crashed against a giant piece of what had been the Avengers compound an hour prior, the broken Avenger's symbol, before he slid down to rest in front of the looming "A". Tony couldn't help but see the sadistic irony in the situation. Steve's final resting place was against the symbol for their team, the family they had grown to be, and for this to be where he died, against the now broken and cracked "A", symbolized perfectly how the Avenger's team was going to feel without him: broken.

Tony picked himself off the ground and rushed over to where Steve was sitting, ignoring his once again protesting body.

"Friday? Status!" he barked.

How could Steve be so stupid? How could he do that when he knew Tony was going to make the sacrifice?

It was supposed to be him.

"Life functions critical," she replied in a somber tone.

He began frantically applying the salve he designed to treat burns and wounds during battle. It was the same substance he used on himself when Thanos had stabbed him and on Bruce after he had snapped everyone back to life. He was so focused on his task that he didn't realize Steve had turned his head slightly to look at him until he heard his soft voice.

"Tony… stop, it's okay," he mumbled, a small smile on his face. "I've been ready for this moment since I made the decision to put that bird in the ice. These few extra years were great, but I knew it was only a matter of time."

Tony wasn't ready to accept this. This couldn't be happening. Steve was the super soldier. Captain America! He couldn't die. Not here, not now.

"Don't you even go there Captain. You're going to be fine, you have to be. I'm going to get you help." He turned to move away when he felt fingers wrap around his wrist loosely, much gentler than those of Thanos from before.

"Tony…" Steve's voice strained. Tony could tell that he was slowly losing strength. He didn't have the strength to fight him on this now, so he focused all of his attention on Steve.

"Don't blame yourself for this like I know you're going to do. I knew what I signed up for and I'm perfectly okay with the consequences. This is my choice." His voice was getting quieter and more hoarse as he talked.

"Go live your life with your family. You deserve it Tony, you really do…" he coughed a bit before continuing, "Don't shut down, don't push everyone away again. You go and have that dinner you wanted before all of this happened; Go celebrate life with the Avengers. Tony… I know I lied in the past, but I meant it when I said we're your family. I would never lie about that. So, take the night off and be just that for once. And none of that funeral nonsense, I had my fill after I went into the ice. Besides, the world's got enough of me and my sacrifices with all those museums and monuments they insisted they put up. So, please, forget all of that and hold on to what you have right in front of you. I may have left you alone once, but I'm not doing it again."

Tony couldn't help but let a few tears fall. Steve, although they had their many differences, was one of his best friends in the Avengers and he didn't know what he was going to do without him. It felt wrong to even imagine him not being there. Even when he and Steve went their separate ways after the Sokovia Accords, Steve had left the phone so Tony could always reach him and Tony had taken comfort in knowing that he'd always be there, but this time Tony wouldn't be able to reach Steve where he was going. He wouldn't be around to help him get out of all the stupid messes he found himself in. Despite this looming thought he managed to put on a brave face to honour Steve's wishes.

"You got it pal. I'll have the biggest Avengers family dinner there ever was."

Steve smiled weakly and moved his eyes to focus on something behind Tony. Giving Steve's good arm one last squeeze, he stood up and turned to face whatever Steve was looking at. Bucky had made his way over as Tony was talking with Steve and was now waiting for his turn with his fallen friend. Moving back to give them privacy, Tony lightly grabbed Bucky's arm as he passed.

"Listen, I'm really sorry."

Tony didn't even know what he was apologizing for. The snap? The whole fight? Everything? Bucky gave him a respectful nod but his eyes didn't quite meet Tonys, seeming cool and distant. He shifted his arm out of Tonys grasp and made his way to Steve, kneeling in front of him.

Tony could empathize with Bucky. He knew what it was like to see a dying friend. Tony was forced to watch as Rhodey fell from the sky in a metal death trap. He remembered the sinking feeling of panic and dread washing over him as he finally reached him. At that moment he was sure that he was dead. He also remembered the time where Happy had been in the hospital after the explosion caused by Aldrich Killian and his henchmen. How uncertain it was of whether he would pull through. Unlike now though, his friends had made it out alive and Tony was extremely sorry he couldn't give the same outcome to Bucky. He moved to step away from where Bucky was kneeling in front of Steve, but his feet seemed to be frozen onto the ground beneath him.

"Hey," Steve managed with considerable effort, the gravel in his voice causing Bucky to look away with a pained expression.

Steve then raised a fumbling hand, trying to bring it up to Bucky's cheek, but failed as his remaining strength gave out on him. Seeing this, Bucky caught his falling hand and brought it up for him, allowing the hand to cup the right side of his face. Tony's heart clenched as he wondered if Steve did this because his vision was fading, if this was a final bid to visualize his old friend.

"Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone," he told Bucky with a smile on his face despite the fact that Tony could see the light fading from his eyes. Bucky let out a shaky breath, a tear rolling down his left cheek for his best friend's quickly fading form.

"How can I? You're taking all the stupid with you," he replied, his voice wavering.

Tony could tell he was trying to keep it together in front of Steve. He could also see the fondness that emanated from this interaction between them. It was something he felt when he and Rhodey would quip with one another. It was the highest level of love and respect in a friendship and it made Tony's heart clench as he witnessed the desperation to hold on to that friendship from Bucky. In the same way that Peter had begged Tony to not let him go as he was snapped away, Bucky was silently begging for Steve to not go. He watched on sadly as Bucky tightened his grip on Steve's hand; a last ditch effort to connect with his best friend, his little brother, the only living reminder of his past before becoming the Winter Soldier. Almost as if willing the life to flow back into Steve. It was at that moment, however, that the light disappeared from Steve's eyes completely and Tony knew he was gone. The hand that Bucky held to his face slipped through his grasp, settling on the ground beside him. Bucky didn't move from his kneeling position in front of Steve, instead choosing to grasp Steve's now lifeless hands in his own.

The look on Bucky's face brought him to the exact moment he had found out his parents had died. The moment his life had changed forever.

It was a normal day for Tony. He had gotten up at noon, having stayed up until early dawn tinkering in his lab like normal, and made his way back down to his lab in the basement, steaming cup of coffee in hand. It was just him and Jarvis home, his parents having left for their vacation the evening before. Tony was used to this though. The frequent trips, always being gone. It was something he had grown up with and learned to not care about. It was just a fact in his life.

Brushing his slight annoyance at them aside, he resumed working on a schematic for a new weapon his father was building. He had asked for Tony's assistance on the project, something that surprised him greatly (because when had Howard Stark ever asked for his help?), but he had agreed to do it when his mother had come to talk to him privately. She had told him that his dad was trying to do better, making an effort to include him on more things in the business as one day he'd be running it. He had wanted to say no, shove it in his face, but the way his mother had pleaded for him to try and get along was enough to make him give in.

Finishing the initial design, he was impressed with what he had laid out, the thought that his father may even like it briefly crossing his mind. Stepping back to admire his work, he turned when he heard Jarvis walk through the lab doors.

"Hey Jarvis, want to check out this weapon…" the rest of his sentence faded away as he saw the look on the butler's face. He instantly knew something was wrong.

"Uh, what's up? What did I do this time?" he asked as he wracked his brain. He didn't come up with anything, though, as he honestly hadn't done anything recently to warrant this reaction.

"Your parents-" he started, but Tony cut him off, annoyance flaring up inside him making it seem like he was burning from within. His last conversation with his parents hadn't been a pleasant one.

"Are they extending their vacation or something? I don't want to hear it Jarvis, they can do whatever they want!" he snapped. This wouldn't be the first time they did this either.

"No, Tony. There was an accident… they didn't make it." He looked truly heartbroken that he had to tell Tony the news, his eyes swimming with the notion of him wishing it wasn't true.

It took Tony a few seconds to process the information. Slowly, the meaning behind the words sank in: His parents were dead. It all hit him at once, rushing through his body like ice cold water and extinguishing the fire from his anger just moments before. He collapsed into the chair next to him and stared out the window across from his desk, his mind weirdly calm. He had always seen people start to scream or cry at the news that their closest loved ones had died, but at that moment he didn't want to do either. All he wanted to do was sit there and stare out the window, his mind numbingly blank. He vaguely registered that Jarvis had come up behind him and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, but it didn't bring him any consolation. The only thing that could stop the internal dread washing over was the thing that was causing it, and in one of the few moments of his life that he needed them, they couldn't be there.

His parents were gone, and this time they weren't coming back.

Tony turned away, breaking out of the memory he had found himself in. He couldn't stand to watch the scene unfold anymore. Bucky was now grieving on a level that few of them had personal encounters with, but one Tony knew too well. It was a twisted kind of karma really, one that Tony never wanted to happen, as Bucky was the reason he knew that grief. Bucky, or the Winter soldier more specifically, had taken his parents away from him, taken his mom away from him, and that was something that caused him to grieve for years. Hell, he was still grieving, which is why he had the Binarily Augmented Retro-Framing machine created. It was probably with the help of this, his parents fresh in his mind when he found out the truth, that had caused his instantaneous rage filled reaction towards Bucky. To find out, to actually see, what had happened to his parents, to watch his mom die, at the hands of someone five feet away from him had sent him into a deranged frenzy of revenge. In that moment he hadn't cared if it wasn't actually Bucky, all he saw was the shell of the person who had done it and the only thought in his mind was that he had to die, had to feel what he had felt that night when his parents were ripped from his life. It was not something he was proud of, but grief took him places he'd never been before. He had been going about life as any normal teenager back then, not a care in the world, thinking everything would always be alright. It never crossed his mind that maybe one day everything would be taken away.

The weeks following his parents deaths had been like none other before. Time had practically ceased to exist. He had taken their deaths hard, especially his mother's. The grief of it all had hit him like a ton of bricks once the news had sunk in; the mad scramble of his mind desperately trying to say it wasn't true, that they weren't gone. He didn't want to believe it, instead choosing to live in a reality where they would be coming back home again. He could remember the countless nights where he would lay in bed and go over the fact that his mom would never give him a hug or even just a simple smile would be no more laughing or spending quality time together beside the piano, hearing the tinkling of keys mix with the melody of her voice. The last moment he saw them was always replaying in his mind, cycling over and over, like a horror movie with no end or happy ending. The thoughts of "could I have stopped this?" and "Why didn't I cherish the time with her more?" followed him around constantly even though he knew there was nothing he could have done, that he couldn't have known about what was going to happen.

He stopped eating, he barely slept, and he threw all his time into his projects, as they were the only things that could ease his mind and make him feel somewhat normal again. This had actually been when he created Dum-E. Thinking back on it now, the creation had probably been willed into his mind in a mad attempt to fill the hole his parents' deaths had caused deep inside him. He'd even pushed his concerns over his dad so far down that even he couldn't reach them, hid them where they couldn't cause any more pain, and convinced himself that the man didn't deserve his empathy. But Tony had a different perspective now, a changed mindset that allowed him to sympathize with Bucky. He had begun to forgive Bucky over the years along with Steve. The five years of living on his farm house with Pepper and Morgan had taught him that there was more to life than grudges and hate and he knew that he didn't want to live his life that way anymore. Seeing Bucky here, in front of his Steve, reaffirmed that Tony didn't want to hold on to any of his hate towards him anymore and any lasting resentment faded away. While Tony may not have been able to get his parents back, he had instead found the family he needed with the Avengers, with Pepper, Morgan, and Peter, and in this moment he knew how lucky he truly was.

Glancing around to see what was happening behind him during this time, he saw that more of the avengers had gathered around and were watching on sadly, realizing what had happened. They had won, but what had it cost? Tony had succeeded in keeping his family safe, in keeping Peter safe, but he had lost a brother along the way. Not really knowing what to do, Tony realized that Clint had started moving forward. Wondering what he was going to do, he was surprised when he lowered himself into a respectful kneel to honour Steve in the highest way you could after a sacrifice in battle. Quickly following suit, Tony began to kneel and saw the rest of the Avengers doing the same. He watched from his place on the ground as Thor, Peter, Strange, Wanda, Quill, and even Captain Marvel who barely knew him, kneeled for their lost comrade and more importantly, a member of their family. When they go into battle with one another, they trust each other with their lives and that creates a bond that ties people together forever. One thing for sure was that Steve had left a mark on all of their hearts forever.

The air was heavy with sorrow as everyone made their way to the front of the war zone. It honestly felt like a dream to Tony. On one hand they had finally defeated Thanos and gotten everyone back, but now they finally had time to reflect on all that they had to lose in the process. Vision, Natasha, Gamora, Steve. All great people who gave their life for the cause, whether voluntary or not. Pinching the bridge of his nose trying to stem the headache he was getting, Tony watched as the last of the people made their way to gather around where Doctor Strange was hovering above the rest. Just as when he had rallied the troops, he was now about to address what had happened and give everyone an opportunity to return home safely through his portals. Bucky had already been transferred through a private portal with Steve's body to keep him away from the eager eyes and to get everything in order to have a private burial. Tony had told Bucky Steve's wishes and he had just nodded and quietly told Tony that he was going to take him to be buried next to Peggy. He may not have lived his life with her, but she was his first and only true love. It only made sense for that to be his final resting place. Though Tony knew their relationship was deeper than just love. Peggy had moved on once Steve had gone into the ice, lived a life with an adoring husband whom she had kids with, but Peggy and Steve had always had this underlying connection, this friendship, that knew no bounds. Steve was being buried next to her to honour this bond and give him and their friendship the final closure it deserved.

Breaking out of his thoughts, he found himself standing over to the left and out of the way of the approaching crowd. He didn't want to be around anyone at the moment and frankly, he didn't care about Strange's speech. All that was on his mind was the sacrifice Steve had just made. He just couldn't believe Steve was gone. There had been almost no time to react. Once they got the gauntlet everything became a giant blur until Steve's face came clear into view, the gauntlet raised in one hand and the calm look of finality of his face.

A hand appearing on his shoulder startled him. Turning to see who it belonged to, relief washed over him as he recognized the face to be Rhodey's. Thank God he's okay.

"Look who made it out alive!" Rhodey started on him hotly. "What the hell were you thinking Tony? I saw you with that gauntlet!"

Inwardly Tony chuckled. Rhodey was currently chewing him out in the same manner as when Tony had jumped on Peter's case after his run in with the Gauntlet. A sinking feeling started to form in his stomach. Maybe the kid gets it from me, the recklessness. He shook the thought from his brain and addressed Rhodey in a lighthearted manner. He knew the gravity of everything that had happened, but he was done with all the seriousness. His mind needed a serious break from it all.

"Oh come on sourpatch, you're just angry because you couldn't survive without me!" He truly understood why Rhodey was upset though, it was the same reason he had gotten angry at Peter, and why Tony was angry at Steve now. Losing someone hurt, and no one ever wanted to have to go through that pain. He was grateful though, that Steve saved Tony's family from having to go through that pain because of him.

"More like live a stress free life without you," Rhodey scoffed. Although they were joking with one another they both knew the real meaning behind their words. I'm glad you're okay.

Rhodey stepped closer to bring Tony into a quick hug, patting his back roughly but not without care.

"You're an idiot," he said as he pulled out of the hug.

"And you love me!" he responded cheekily, glad to have the banter to take his mind off of everything, even if it was just for a moment.

Rhodey rolled his eyes good naturedly and turned to make his way back to where Strange was giving his speech. Glad that his best friend was okay, he noticed that Peter was also making his way towards him. Walking up to Tony he could see that the kid's eyes were red and puffy from crying. Shifting back from the lighthearted interaction with Rhodey, he focused all his attention on Peter. He extended his right arm out to the kid and pulled him close, not saying a word. The simple gesture was enough to say I'm here and I'm not going anywhere. He knew exactly how the kid was feeling. Peter practically melted into Tony's side and stayed there, not seeming to want to move. This was perfectly okay with him, as feeling the kid next to him was a great comfort to him too. After what they just went through they needed all the comfort they could get.

Tony even decided to take it a step further and do what he had wanted to do earlier. They had all been through hell and survived so, yeah, he was going to show Peter some love. This was his kid and he wasn't afraid to show it. He squeezed Peter closer to him and kissed him on the top of his head. It was a way for him to show Peter that he truly cared for him and appreciated him being there. Tony figured it was okay because the kid didn't move or even question it. He had a feeling Peter didn't mind the spontaneous PDA after everything he had been through. Family on his mind, his thoughts drifted to Pepper. She had also left already, as she wanted to check in on Morgan and Happy. One thing Tony knew for sure was that they were all going to spend some quality family time together after this.

He noticed that everyone had finally finished gathering around, Strange started making his speech, but was too tired to care. Instead he focused on Peter beside him.

"You okay Pete?" he asked, breaking the silence. The kid didn't move from where he was planted at Tony's side.

"I don't know… I'm going to miss him Tony. Even though I never really knew him, the world always had Captain America, even when he went into the ice. But now, knowing he's really gone… it's different. " The defeat was evident in his voice.

"I know, I'm going to miss him too. We have to focus on each other though, okay Pete? We made it through this, we survived Thanos, and Steve, he wouldn't want us to focus on his death. He'd want us to live on and cherish what we have."

"Yeah, I know. I'm glad I have you and Aunt May."

"I'm glad I have you too, kid." He gave Peter a gentle squeeze with the arm that was wrapped around him and was about to say something else when Peter interrupted.

"Oh my God, May! I forgot all about her! Is she alright? Where is she? She's going to kill me when I see her! I promised that I wasn't going to run off on my own again, but I just saw the giant circle ship in the sky and-"

Tony cut him off with a hearty laugh.

"Easy kid, slow down. Take a deep breath. I've got your Aunt May covered."

He felt Peter sigh in relief. Tony had forgotten that he hadn't told Peter his plan as he'd been so wrapped up with everything that had happened with Thanos and Steve.

"Sorry kid, I meant to tell you. As soon as I knew the second snap had worked, I told Friday to send a message to Happy about locating her. I just got a message back now saying that he found her. She's okay, but I'm a little foggy on the details. All I got was 'went feral', 'people in the house', and something about a frying pan before Happy's voicemail cut off, so I decided to just bring you and your Aunt back to my place until you both can find a place to stay."

"Yeah, that definitely sounds like Aunt May" he responded wryly and paused for a moment before looking up at Tony in surprise, his big eyes widening, "Wait, I'm going to live with you?"

Tony was surprised that he sounded so shocked. "Uh, yeah. What, you didn't think I was going to let you live on the street now, did you? I'm not heartless Pete."

"No! I didn't mean that, I was just-"

"Kid, relax," Tony chuckled slightly despite the sadness he was feeling about everything. "It's okay, I know what you meant."

Tony gave Peter a reassuring smile and looked over to see a bunch of glowing portals with people starting to mill through them. He then noticed Strange was walking over to him.

"Look kid, there's your ride. I'm going to have you go through first, but I'll be right behind you okay? I just need to see Strange again before I go."

"Okay sounds good Mr. Stark," he easily agreed. Tony could tell that he was exhausted.

"To your house, I presume?" Strange asked as he approached. Tony nodded and a moment later, a crackling portal appeared in front of him and Peter. He could see his farm house through it, Pepper standing on the lawn with Morgan in her arms in the distance. He couldn't wait to get back so he could hug them and never let go.

"Go ahead Pete, I'll be right behind you."

Watching him walk through the portal, he turned to face Strange.

"Was that the one in fourteen million?" He needed to make sure that that was the only play. That there was nothing else he could have done.

"Yes. If I told you what Steve was going to do, it wouldn't have happened. You wouldn't have let it happen, but it was the only way to win against Thanos."

Tony had figured that this was the case, but hearing it out loud was weirdly reassuring.

"Okay," he sighed before continuing, "Thank you for everything you did; we wouldn't have won without all the extra manpower you brought"

"I wish I could have done more to help. I really wish there was another way this could have happened."

Tony smiled sadly, "I know. By the way, you had me fooled for a hot minute with that 'I won't hesitate to let either of you die' bullshit on Titan, but I know now that you never meant it. You're nothing more than a big caped softie."

Strange raised his eyebrows in fake surprise. "I'm the softie? What about you? I saw you give Peter a kiss on the head earlier," he stated matter of factly.

"Well, no shit Sherlock. That's my kid and I will shower him with love and affection any time I please!" he retorted, his words laced with adoration for Peter.

Strange just smiled kindly. Tony figured he felt bad for knowing what was going to happen between himself and Peter after he had looked through the future of possibilities against their fight with Thanos. He couldn't imagine living in a world where you knew all the bad things that were going to happen, but couldn't tell anyone about them. Strange's face turned serious again.

"Really Tony, is there anything I can do to help at all before I go?"

Tony thought for a moment and then remembered Steve's last wishes.

"Actually there is something else you could do for me, something I need your help with."

"Name it."

He then proceeded to tell Strange about his elaborate plan to host a huge dinner, a sort of celebration of life, the next day with all of the Avengers. He needed Strange to do what he did earlier in order to tell everyone invited about the plan.

"If you could tell everyone to meet at my place at four o'clock that would be great. Obviously you're invited, and your friend Wong too." he finished.

"It would be my honour Stark. I'll see that it's done."

Satisfied Strange would get the job done, he turned and headed through the portal. It was this reality of going home, actually stepping off of the battlefield, that made him realize how lucky he was to come out of the fight alive, to come back to his family. So many times in their long journey to defeat Thanos he had believed that he'd never make it out alive. Their one way trip to Titan, his entrapment in space with Nebula for two weeks after Thanos had stabbed him, and, of course, the moment he had made his final move to snap. But he had done the impossible and made it out alive, made it back to his family. He could now settle down for real, be truly happy, and he had Steve Rogers to thank for that.

And that's Tony's chapter! He lives! Steve had to die though for that to happen, so hopefully you don't hate me too much for that. Get ready for Peter's section next. From this point on, the story is basically my own so I'm excited to share this half :D