I had to redo the POV because I can NOT write Thor POV.

Bruce's POV

"Why must we attend this event, comrades?"

I sigh and turn towards the loud-whispering god. "Because, Thor, we are Avengers, that means we need to be here, if only to support those two." I nod towards where Tony and Taylor, in full tux and dress, were playing the crowds and slipping into their press personas. "I don't like it either, buddy."

Thor nods and heads towards the buffet table and Darcy. I tug at my bowtie as I sip my champagne, letting my eyes roam the room. Clint was leaning against the wall by the door, his sunglasses making him a picture-perfect bouncer as he scans the room. Natasha had almost assumed a different personality and was ruling the dance floor, waltzing and laughing with patrons before directing them over to Tony or Taylor.

I was avoiding crowds the best I could, carrying on a separate conversation with Betty about atoms and molecules and such over at our table.

"Hold that thought." I pause Betty as I get up to help Jane keep Thor from destroying the buffet table. I make it about halfway across the room before I hear a crash and the sound of glass shattering.

I whirl around, trying to find the source, and see Tony apologizing profusely to a Middle-Eastern looking man, who looks irate as he takes in the shattered glass between them – a champagne or shot glass, probably.

The man ignores Tony, and just gets angrier and angrier as he keeps apologizing. He finally snaps and starts yelling at Tony in a language even I don't recognize, but it sounds Arabic.

Tony doesn't look like he understands a word the guy says, but his eyes widen and his pupils shrink as all the color races from his face.

I see this and frown, making my way towards Tony. Apparently Clint and Taylor notice too, because she's moving as fast as humanly possible in her dress towards her dad with Clint just behind her.

I reach Tony just in time to catch him as he goes down, bringing us both slowly to the ground with his head on my lap. "Tony?"

He doesn't respond, but his breathing gets shallower and his lips start forming unspoken syllables. Taylor quickly sheds her heels and kneels by my side, leaning into me a little as she runs her hands through his hair.

"Dad?"

Still no spoken response.

"Dad, where are you? What are you seeing?" she murmurs softly.

"Yinsen…no, no please…don't…plan! Stick to the plan, please, no…"

I furrow my brow in confusion and glance towards Taylor, whose blue eyes have gone wide and panic has flooded her face. She waves for me to slide over, and I do as she slides her own knees under her dad's head. "Dad, you aren't there. Promise. They died, dad, you got out. You lived, I promise you." she mumbles desperately.

I watch her try to wake him up, pull him out, as Clint, Steve, and Thor push back the gathering crowd as Natasha kneels by Tony's feet to restrain him if necessary and Jane rounds up Betty and Darcy.

Tony just keeps whimpering and Taylor keeps pleading.

"Dad, please. Wake up, wake up please…"

"Taylor? Safe, please be safe…don't wanna die, please oh god nooo…"

She mimes for me to loosen his tie, pointing towards her own reactor. I get the hint, shedding his tie and popping a few buttons on his shirt. Taylor guides Tony's hands to his reactor, letting them latch on as she bends down to whisper in his ear.

"Cave…no, no missiles, water…oh god no no please nononoooo…"

Taylor's blinking back tears at this point, and she isn't the only one. "Wake up, please…you aren't there, they are dead…dead, got it? You're Iron Man, dad, you did it, you won. Please come back to me, to us…"

One of Tony's hands finally clings to his reactor while the other one grabs Taylor's metal hand. Tony starts screaming and sobbing all at once, and I feel a few of my own tears spill as I watch tear tracks form on his cheeks, and Taylor isn't holding back her waterworks anymore.

Taylor takes a shaky breath and begins her last ditch effort.

"I remember tears streaming down your face

When I said, "I'll never let you go"

When all those shadows almost killed your light

I remember you said, "Don't leave me here alone"

But all that's dead and gone and passed tonight."

I vaguely remember the lullaby-esque song on the radio, by Taylor Swift.

"Just close your eyes

The sun is going down

You'll be alright

No one can hurt you now

Come morning light

You and I'll be safe and sound."

I momentarily reflect on the irony here – daughter comforting father with a lullaby and stroking his sweaty hair, not the other way around.

Taylor pauses briefly to check on Tony, whose sobs have quieted slightly and he isn't yelling anymore, so I gently nudge Taylor to continue.

"Don't you dare look out your window darling

Everything's on fire

The war outside our door keeps raging on

Hold onto this lullaby

Even when the music's gone

Gone…"

She keeps running a hand through his hair as his sobs subside to hiccups, her shaky melody echoing through the now almost-empty ballroom.

"Just close your eyes

The sun is going down

You'll be alright

No one can hurt you now

Come morning light

You and I'll be safe and sound."

Tony unconsciously leans into Taylor's touch, one hands still laced through her metal one. She hums the next verse, one with no vocals, as she uses her flesh and blood hand to wipe away the tears on his cheeks. I slip her a handkerchief so she can do the same to herself.

Tony whimpers cautiously, and Taylor murmurs words of assurance. His chocolate eyes blink open slowly and quickly find Taylor's worried, wet blue ones. She gives a small grin through her tears and bends down again to brush a kiss to Tony's sweaty cheek. "Dad, you with me? Us?"

"'m with you." Tony mumbles. "Sorry."

"Shut up." Taylor chuckles softly.

"Taylor…"

"I'm safe, Dad, I'm right here."

"Promise?"

"Promise."