Tony was falling, falling, falling. He had closed his eyes, he did not want to see the ground rush up to meet him. The suit had failed due to the immense damage, he had no way to call for backup. He did not want to leave his friends, his family, his Steve but he was sure that he would die.
"TONY!" The word was muffled though he could clearly hear the agony that accomplice the scream. And he knew the voice.
Tony opened his eyes and saw, there far, far away. A near tiny speck on the ground, his Steve, running, running, running. Always running to the rescue his Steve.
Tony smiled. "I love you Steve."
