Of course many people who woke up in bed lying on their back after being used to a large swollen stomach would freak out, but not Tony who had the logic to piece together what had happened. He was in a white room with gold highlights. His bed just as white and even the pajamas he wore. Everything had a soft glow. He sigh and got up. Suddenly next to him a stone sink and decorated white mirror popped into existence. He knew better than to freak out. A lot had happened in his life for him to leap at every new thing that occurred to him. But he still rose an eyebrow at his appearance. His face was highlighted by a rough five o'clock shadow around his lips and bottom cheeks. Nothing scandalous and even aesthetically pleasing. His hair was something he thought he would ever see on his head. The sides were shaved short but not a buzzcut as the top of his head was long and even dropped in front of his forehead naturally despite the sleep tousled hair he should have. He touched it and realized he had a thick but small amount of hair in a ponytail that fell past his shoulders and into the middle of his shoulder blades.

"Well, Stark long time no see. I did not expect you for many years." A smooth but accented voice. A familiar tone that tickled his ears and squeezed Tony's heart as memories of beans in a can over a fire came to him.

"Yinsen. . ." The white clothed Anthony Stark turned to face a dead man before him. Tears sprung to his eyes. He swallowed deeply and calmed the rhythmic thud in his ears. "I have died have I?" The poor man struggled to asked.

"No, not quite. This. This in between. A place of decision you can say." The middle eastern man indicated. "Interesting choice. Calming. I myself had my old home. I met my family." Yinsen conversed.

"Ah, okay. So now what?" Tony's voice broke at the thought of not knowing what happened.

"You get a choice. That's why I am here. I am apparently among the only few influential people in your life. Peggy thought I would be the best choice." The older inventor revealed as he stuffed his hands into his pants. His whole outfit was white except for the gold pocket watch chain and glasses. His face smooth of age but his hair looked soft and had specks of white that made him look wise and alive. "You have two doors." As he revealed this, doors came into existence on either side. "One, is to the next life. Heaven, the afterlife, Hel, whatever you wish to call it." A grand gesture to the left. "The other, is to go back to your body." He revealed with a smile to his right. The coma-induced man came to a moment of indecision.

"My friend, have I wasted my life?" The inventor desperately asked. He walked forward and laid hands on the shoulders of the very many that walked through hell with him.

"No Tony, I do not think so. . . but. . . I think you have so much more. You can do so much more. I know it sounds selfish but I want you to change the world." He revealed by putting his hands back on the other man's shoulders.

"Then there it is. I am going back. Plus, my baby boy needs a 'mom' right? Plus, I can throw the childbirth argument whenever someone complains about pain. I mean I got it a lot form Pepper." Anthony snickered as Yinsen laughed.

"Tony. I do not want to see you for a long, long time. Don't waste your life." He said as he returned his hands to his pockets and walked to the left as Tony stared and smiled.

"I never have." He simply said and turned before stopping when he heard words he thought he would never hear as he was stepping through the threshold..

"Your Father has told me to tell you he is proud of everything and that he is sorry he has made you suffer so much. He gives you his blessing for Thor and greatest pride for 'Lucy' as he affectionately says."

It was already too late to say something back. So instead he smiled as he felt himself awaken into a painless body and heavy sheets. He opened his eyes to an old world with a new purpose.

Awakening was never a new experience for Tony anymore, it was full of bright lights and silence with the occasional beeping. He gasped and looked around. It was his room. The blinds opened to reveal the skyline he had memorized so thoroughly.

"Jarvis, Alpha-Omega-Pheta-One-Three-Three-Z."Tony gruffly barked out the code to shut down any external commands not his own. That would prevent others from knowing he was awake. He then said the command to cause the machines to act as if he was still attached to them as he removed the IV and heart monitor. He then noted he didn't have the fat that he had gained in pregnancy. He might even be thinner than before.

"Jarvis, how long have I been out?" He asked as he stood heavily unsteady as a cry distracted his mind. He turned to a crib that sat beside his bed on the other side. He almost fell to get over there, ignoring the backless gown and the embarrassing fact he had to remove a catheter.

"It is currently an exact month since you had fallen into a comma. Sir, I must say I am relieved to have you among the living." The AI sounded relieve as he immediately rose stats and news on screens all around. Tony ignored them all for the moment as he left his son into his arms. Already the little man seemed to be almost three months old. The little guy kicked and giggled as his green eyes met his 'Mother's' for the first time. Anthony Edward Stark melted on sight and rocked him as felt a familiar touch to his mind. A connection he held that he hadn't noticed. He noticed the almost purr like thrums the bond revealed.

The little guy had grown. His limbs chunky like any baby and his grip on any finger tight. But his eyes held curiosity and basic knowledge. The poor little man was dressed in a onesie with tiny bows and a depressing amount of purple. Clint's decision no doubt. A meow of protest brought his eyes up to his son's who immediately smiled as he noticed attention was back on him.

"Oh you're going to be an attention seeker, huh, my little Lucy? Right, Jay?" Tony laughed silently. He marched to the closet and found a set of clothing as while holding the little monster that threaten to cry if let down.

"Indeed, Sir. May I 'catch' you up on current affairs?"

"Most certainly." Stark replied as he managed to put on a pair of jeans hadn't fit in for quite a while and his favorite Sabbath shirt that he hadn't wore in months. He then noticed the smell and gave the hand wave for his AI to continue as he took off the dreaded purple monstrosity and choose something better from the selection below the crib with diapers. Trying not to inhale the whole time, he began to wonder what they were feeding his child during the time he was asleep. The green mess did not stop him from admiring the little being that almost wasn't. He caressed the cheek and smoothed out the longer hair. He then lifted the cleaned and dressed infant and laid him against his chest where the child automatically curled and snuggled noiselessly as he noticed how big and heavy the child was. He was a good head taller than when he was at birth. Pride resonated from his chest and the child giggled in response.

He snuck out of his room and avoided the team with the help of Jarvis. Currently everyone was returning from various missions. Apparently war so upon them but it was nearing. Surprised at the fact Odin had generously awaited his awakening, he quickly located a baby backpack as he so called it. It kept his quiet but squirming son in place in front of him as he headed down to the lab and worked on his suit. While of course having protection on his child. He didn't have time to waste. He would be joining battle and he had to be prepared to do so. If that meant equipping his suit with more explosive force than the war machine while keeping it slender and stealthy, well he would figure it out, he was Tony Stark.

After an hour of beneficial work he heard the grumbling sound of whining as he noticed his son was getting hungry. He quickly quieted the child and informed him that he was locating food for him. He made his way to the kitchen in a calm manner while rubbing the back of the child's head. Soothingly humming as knew the outburst that was coming.

Yet, he felt at ease. He could have faced Odin now and still be at peace. He had affirmed himself with the love and support of those who weren't there but watched and approved of everything. He was beginning to think this is what happened to Buddha as he grumbled and dissect the instructions on the screen on how to make formula. He ended up ignoring his mirthful kid kindheartedly as he figured it out with some input from Jarvis (the wit little fucker) and kicks of impatience from the womb invader as he finished the job with much less beard pulling as he thought.

"Tony?" It hurt Tony to hear such a sound of emotional disbelief and happiness from Thor. He turned while holding the bottle to his son's lips as the little one pulled milk like a starving man. He saw a sight that hurt the recovering bond within him. Thor was a mess.

The Asgard King had a wild look of love as he held himself on the marvel kitchen counter. He looked regal but his short was a disarray. It reminded him that most of the time it was he who picked the outfits and adjusted them before Thor left. The man looked like a neglected man. Tony slowly rounded the island to come up his bonded and with a free hand stroked the stubbed cheek as tears ran into the short hairs.

"Tony." The man sighed as he carefully took the recovered man into his arms. He patted and ran his hand over Tony's shoulders and head as he found tangible proof he was awake. "I am so sorry."

Here it is! I did not know this was going to happen, but it did. Just go with the flow, my life motto came into play. Have fun! See you soon.

-'Tastic