Hey guys, and here's the story of the Last Avenger. This is a disclaimer, and it's for asking help. I wanted to write a story like Attack on Titan, Vinland Saga, Demon Slayer, Violet Evergarden, Fate, etc, wrapped in a single package, with their themes intersecting in this story. Unfortunately, I'm not that good of a writer yet. So it's going to take some time for me to write this, unless someone else can help me out with this. But I will try my best to write this, and make this an incredible story. One full of hardship, pain, comedy, sorrow, joy, and history. This will probably be my most ambitious story I've written. I hope more people will read, and if they can, help me out making this multiversal story.

Tony Stark POV

I was face to face with a murderer.

At least, that's what Rahul told me he was.

Over two weeks, a lot of things happened.

Rahul was found killing an inmate in the bathroom with a Razer. His body was so destroyed, they couldn't even show it on camera.

So, the case was delayed, as discovery or something had to be conducted so both sides could take in the evidence.

The usual kind of bureaucratic crap.

The kind that I signed up for when I signed the Sokovia accords, even if the UN didn't ratify it for US law as a treaty, leaving it to me and a few others to actually enforce it.

But back to Rahul.

He was barely clothed. He looked like he hadn't eaten for weeks. His skin and eyes looked as dry as the desert. He was clothed in his orange jumpsuit, but nothing else.

He continued to sniffle, as the rain outside continued to pour.

"Hey, are you-"

"No." He sharply said.

His tears continued to fall on the floor, as the rain outside was turned into thunderstorms.

"Don't… comfort me… I don't deserve it…"

Somehow, I gained some respect for this pubescent kid.

Because, despite his appearance, I could feel the pain he was carrying.

A kindred spirit, I guess.

His face was contorted to rage, but he continued to look down, almost afraid of showing that to anyone else.

"Hey, when you are ready, meet me there."

I pointed to the place where, usually, the press would gather to hear anything directly from me, along with… his suit. Peter's suit.

He nodded, and continued to cry while I just sat there, helpless.

The thunderstorms continued to rage outside the building, as everyone who was outside ran inside.

What may have been hours for me, waiting, might have been minutes, but eventually, Rahul sat next to me, his arms wrapped around his legs as he sat, trying to control himself.

I couldn't make any joke, or make him laugh.

I… again, felt helpless.

"Well, I just want to say-"

"Thank you, Tony."

That's the first thing he said in several minutes.

"I just… I know that… it wasn't easy to fight for me."

He muttered that in between his knees, and if I weren't close to him, I would have heard him.

I shrugged, acting nonchalantly.

"Eh. What else could I do?"

He continued to speak, not wanting to look at me.

"No. Seriously, thank you… you got me out of hell… without expecting anything from me… only wanting me to talk to you…"

I coughed, clearing my throat.

"Actually, that's where you are wrong."

I pressed the button.

The compartment that I kept closed for months… now opened for only that kid and me to see.

I stood up.

"I… want you… to become… the next Spiderman."

He looked up, with the slightest bit of wonder, diluted by the heavy amount of darkness surrounding him.

Even though he was free of prison, he was still locked up in his cell, afraid of anything and everything.

"I… can't."

He looked back down, all wonder and hope draining from his eyes.

I went on my knee, and looked at him, trying to muster my compassion. Any compassion.

"You know Ber, right?"

He nodded.

Raspily, he said, "Yes."

"Did he tell you why I decided to fight for you?"

"Because…" He took the time to look up from his self made prison.

"I was like you? And that I reminded you of who you were?

I looked away, with my lips in a thin line, at the suit.

"Yes. You were a lot like I was, back in 2013. I… continued to deal with the guilt of my actions. I couldn't think straight."

I bit my own lip.

"Now, I've seen the same kind of guilt and trauma that I still have, true story, in me."

I tried to crack a small joke, but even that was hard.

He smiled slightly, though, which gave me the motive to continue.

"So I wanted to have someone like me, take on the role of a hero. Since I'm Iron man, their is only one spot available, since… Spiderman…"

He nodded, behind the prison.

"He was noble, he gave up his life… fighting till the end, right?"

He almost sounded like he knew him personally.

"Yes, and that's-"

"I can't do that."

He plainly said.

"I can't… be the noble hero you see me as."

"You don't have to be perfect, you just have to be willing to help others."

He sighed.

"I don't know if I even want to do that now."

I… was confused.

"What do you mean?"

"Remember the case? How I had parents before my recently… late family?"

"Yeah."

I could only say that, as my brain had a hard time imagining what he went through, as a child.

"Well, they were killed. I remember his face, after so long, after… forgetting the things… they did for me…"

He released even more tears down his face.

He couldn't be that strong for so long.

This time, I embraced him.

"Hey, it's okay. It's going to be alright."

At first, he tried to shake me off, but I didn't budge.

My tears wouldn't let me.

Then, he continued to cry, as I did, onto me.

I released the pain I was holding in for half a decade.

'I'm sorry.'

He continued to yell into me.

"The person I killed, he had a daughter and child, waiting for him! He was a father, who would never see his children again! I took that away from him!"

He felt guilty… even when killing someone who raped him.

"That daughter will live without a father figure forever! Because of me! She was 8! She had so much hope in her eyes, killed by me in a single day!"

He continued to cry into me, long after I had calmed down.

I could only stroke his hair, which was like putting my hands through burnt grass.

"I've done bad things in my life as well. I've… ruined… both intentionally, and unintentionally… the lives of dozens, if not hundreds. I... still carry that guilt. So… you are not alone."

A while later, he stopped crying, and I retracted, slowly, my grip of him.

"So, what do you want to do, Rahul?"

He shrugged.

"I…" His voice cracked. "Don't… know."

He stood up, with a new passion burning behind bars.

"But… I want… to avenge my family… one way or another."

I looked up at his eyes.

They were still shrouded in darkness, but the glimmer of fire continued to burn inside his retina.

"I… will have to kill… the person who killed my family."

I relented.

There was nothing I could do or say to stop him.

He looked like he was about to walk off, when I called out to him.

"Wait."

He turned around.

"If you ever need… a place to stay… or a favor… you can ask me, okay?"

He nodded.

"Actually, there are two things I want to ask for."

"Okay."

I sat down, expecting the worse.

"Shoot."

"Can you make a charity with my name?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well…"

He rubbed the back of his neck. If it weren't for the fact I knew him, I could have mistaken him for a normal teenager.

"There was this video, went viral, about a few pallbearers, who, instead of acting all sad and gloomy, carried the person's coffin with joy."

He looked down.

"Their life… and their death… were celebrated. They danced, swung it around... they were all happy."

"So?"

"So… I want something like that to happen with me. When I die… I want my life and my death with and for my family wouldn't be forgotten. My family… their memories with me will fade with me, but… I want people to know my family… positively, after my death, even if I will tarnish their name with what I will do. So... can you make a charity under the Sudhakar and Joshua family?"

'He doesn't want his family's names to be dragged through mud.'

"Well, I'll do that, but why not I make a suit for you?"

"Suit?"

"Yeah. I'll make you a custom suit, one that'll keep you safe."

His lips were thin.

"I mean, is that okay?"

"Of course! Otherwise, it's just be a waste."

I hoped he would say yes to that. I couldn't convince him to do anything else.

I at least wanted him to be okay.

He nodded.

"Okay."

"Though, what's going to be your hero name?"

"I'm not-"

"A Hero?"

He nodded.

"Well, okay. What would be your vigilante name?"

He put his hand under his chin.

"Well, if their was any name that I could have, it would be Mel."

"Mail?"

"No. Mel, as in combination, in Hindi."

"Oh. Why that?"

"Well…"

He looked down once again.

"To carry their memories… I will infuse them into me. I'll become them all, I'll see them all, and feel them all. That's all I am right now… a combination of sacrifices to get right here."

Something inside of me broke, hearing that from a child, nonetheless.

Regardless, I nodded.

"So, I want to become a combination of all the people who died for me. That's who I want to be. Carry their names and minds with me."

He looked away, and started to walk.

"Though… if there is anything you need…"

I stopped him once again before he left for his home.

"You can call me."

I gave him my phone number, making sure that, this time, I would always pick up.

He nodded, and ran off, despite the pouring rain.

Once he left, I screamed out.

"Natasha! I know you are here. Stop hiding."

She appeared behind me, looking at the suit.

"That's the suit you gave Peter right?"

I nodded.

"Though, that's one hell of a pep talk you gave Rahul there."

I buried my face into my hands, speaking through them.

"He's gone through a lot. More than I have in 30 years."

I pushed my hands to the side of my face as what he said set in for both of us.

She nodded.

"Yeah. He probably needs a lot now. His family has been lost to him a second time."

I stood up, but I didn't look her in the eyes.

"Yeah."

"Do you feel guilty for not being able to do that?"

"There wasn't anything I could have done."

Even I didn't believe the shit coming out of my mouth.

"Mind if I could give him more of a pep talk? Help him out?"

I shrugged.

"Go ahead. Be my guest."

She ran off, as soon as she appeared.

I didn't know what she said to him that day, but ever since then, he continued to hold those eyes of passion that I couldn't help but smile at.

Remembering those eyes made me continue to work on the suit.

Those eyes of wonder, passion.

'Combination. I'll make a suit like that.'

I ran up to the top of the building, and opened my configurator for the 3d printed design.

I was looking at the design I made for him previously, and made some adjustments for his height and what he wanted to do.

"Don't worry, Rahul. You will… avenge your family. I'll help you… however I can."

That's the tenth… wow. The tenth chapter. Anyways, thanks for reading. Sorry for taking so long to publish, but the truth is, I really want to make this story great, but I don't think I can do it alone. So, if anyone could help me, I would highly appreciate it, and I'll credit you in the story. Anyways, thanks for reading, because I'm going to go to sleep.