[A/N I had a bad case of LOST addiction, and I bought Adam's new album 'Trespassing', AND season 3 of TrueBlood. Apologies. I took some time for this because it's tha… finaleeeee! Also, somebody said that they felt Tony's reaction towards Thor's death was a little.. off. Well.. you'll see.]

Part 30.

"Your bow tie.. it's uhm, a bit crooked." Steve mumbled, coming to stand behind me and resting his hands on my shoulders. I looked at him through the mirror that I had been staring at for a while now. He had bags under his eyes to join mine, and even though he'd tried, the tear tracks on his cheeks hadn't been washed away properly. He moved his hands over my shoulders until they reached the black silk that was tied around my neck.

"Thanks," I mumbled, lump in my throat. When he deemed my bow tie appropriate, he turned me around and looked into my eyes for a long time.

"You don't have to do this." I looked away from him.

"Who says I don't want to?" I answered, giving him a tiny smile and ushering him out the door. "Just give me a couple of minutes." I closed the door behind him and quickly pressed my back against it, breathing in deeply. My fingers were trembling when I reached into my coat-pocket to retrieve what was going to help me get through this day. Through Thor's funeral.

I held it in my hands, staring at it in case my conscious would suddenly step in and take it away from me. I wiped some sweat from my forehead, looking around me to make sure that I was alone, which might have been a bit paranoid considering I was in the bathroom preparing for a fucking funeral. I ignored the tears that had started streaming down my face and quickly opened the little plastic bag. Just this once, I told myself. Just to feel better.

"This ought to do the job. No more than that." I said out loud, tracing my finger through the white powder that I had so carefully spread out across my palm. I threw my head back against the door in a last attempt to stop myself, perhaps waiting for somebody to shout at me not to do it.

When no sign came, when there was nobody that thought I ought to stop this, no one in the world that could give a fuck whether I continued or not, the decision was made.

I realized I was too late as soon as I opened my eyes and found myself laying on the floor of the car that had brought me to the place of Thor's burial. Just in my field of vision was the left-over cocaine I'd dropped when I climbed into the car feeling all gooey and relaxed.

"You awake, bud?" The driver turned around and looked at me. "'m pretty sure you missed the ceremony. Your husband was pretty upset."

"Husband?" I mumbled, wiping my mouth clean of drool.

"Yes. Captain America, you know. The guy that was all over the news because he saved you? Now get out of my car, I don't need some junkie drooling all over the floor. Even if it's Iron Man." He got up from behind the steering wheel, and it took me a while to figure out that he was actually going to drag me out of the limo.

"Hey, easy." I said, getting up and pushing him away from me. "I can walk on my own, thank you." I spat, which turned out to be only partly correct as I stumbled away towards the group of people standing around Thor's grave. Almost everybody had already left. Only my team-members and Jane were still standing there, mumbling stuff and repressing tears. When Steve's eyes landed on me, he immediately strode towards me with a frown on his face.

"Where were you?" He whisper-shouted at me, his back to the rest of the group. "You missed the entire ceremony! Jane gave a talked about their love, and his life. Bruce said something about their freindship. And Fury stepped up to give a little speech, because you weren't there to do it!" He clutched at my shoulders and shook me around a bit, and I looked at him sheepishly. "Even Loki was present."

"'m sorry." I mumbled, trying to focus on one thing, but not succeeding with my blurry vision.

"You are sorry? I needed you, Tony!" He looked at me for a while, searching my eyes, "Are you on drugs?" He finally shouted. "Unbelievable. He died to protect you, Tony, to save you! Without him, you wouldn't even be here and you can't even master up the strength to show up at his sodding funeral! Are you insane, Tony? I needed you, and you were just getting your fucking fix somewhere. You are unbelievable."

"Oh, don't try to guilt-trap me, Steve. I wasn't the one that put him in the fucking machine."

"He died to save his friends, Tony. That's how he chose it."

"You talk about honour, and saving his friends, like it was all his fucking plan. Like he wanted it. Let me tell you Steve," I looked up at him, eyes narrowing and finger poking into his chest. "Nobody ever chooses death." I spat. Steve took a step away from me, eyes wide and jaw set.

"How dare you?" Steve gave me such a sharp punch against my jaw that you'd think the pain would have snapped me out of it, but it didn't, and resulted into me going into a fit of giggles.

"Hey what's going on here?" Natasha yelled, grabbing Steve's fist just in time before it hit me in the stomach.

"How dare you pin this on me? You are a disgraceful git, Tony. Don't expect to hear from me until you come up to me clean." He growled, the only thing keeping him from attacking me Natasha, who was standing between us.

"Steve, let it go." Bruce said, grabbing my sleeve and pulling me away, "The man's broken. Cut him some slack. Especially after what you did." He said to Steve, then turned me around to give me a serious look.

"Are you defending him?" Steve asked. The heavy rain that had started was now accompanied by some thunder, and everybody was soaked to the bone. There were droplets of rain falling from Steve's hair when he shook his head in disbelief.

"He's your boyfriend, man. Do you know what he's been through?" Bruce yelled back at him, putting an arm around my shoulders.

"Hey guys-"

"You think that's a good reason to-"

"That's not what I'm saying you-"

"guys?"

"Will you shut your mouth and let him explain himself?"

"GUYS!" Bruce, Natasha Steve and I looked at Clint, who was waving his arms and trying to get our attention. "If everybody would let Romeo and Juliet work out their own problems, there is kind of, eh. Movement. I think I might be hallucinating." Clint panted, shoving his wet hair backwards. We looked at him like he was crazy.

"What." Natasha said sceptically.

"Are you on drugs, too?" Steve asked, raising an eyebrow and finally stopping his attempts to get past Natasha without hurting her. We slowly walked up to him and looked at the place where Thor had been buried minutes ago. With the 5 of us and Jane, we stared at the heap of dirt that Clint had sworn to see moving just now. Suddenly, without a warning, Jane let out the loudest shriek in the history of all horror and action movies, looking down, and everybody turned their heads to see what she was looking at.

A hand was firmly clasped around her ankle.

TO BE CONTINUED

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Now before anyone starts throwing tomatoes in my face, I am NOT resurrecting Thor. I'm not going to do some plot-less reincarnation or whatever.

Please do check out the sequel 'Iron Man with a Plan' that I will start on soon.

I will first rewrite the first 4 or so chapters from this story, because it started out as just something I did for the lulz. However, people actually started reading it, so I created a plot and started working on it with more attention and dedication.

Thank you for reading my story, reviewing, following, faveing…

Here are some questions regarding the sequel:

What the hell just happened, at the funeral?

What is going to happen with Tony and his drugs?

What about Loki and the gems, and hey, isn't Thanos going to be pissed because he still hasn't got his watch back, nor his gauntlet?