Her heart lurched as Peter spoke, fear filling her as she whipped around. She watched as the teen stook a staggering step forward before looking at her with wide, fearful eyes. “Peter?” she whispered, voice barely heard. No, no… not her boy.
Not her son.
“I don’t feel so good.” No… no, no, nonononono
“*You’re alright,” she heard herself saying, staying still as the 15 year old took another few steps forward, his fingertips starting to disappear into dust.
“I-I don’t know - I don’t know what’s happening,” He finally reached her by tripping, and she easily caught him, letting his arms wrap around her as he buried his head into her shoulder and began to sob. “I don’t want to go, I don’t want to go, ma’am please , please I don’t wanna go.”
Her heart wrenched; his ma’am was slurred from panic, almost making it sound like mom...
“I don’t wanna go,” his legs dissolved, and she fell to her knees, making sure he didn’t take the impact as she laid him down, tears trailing down both their faces. She forced herself not to look down, not to look down at his body, which she could feel crumbling. She forced herself to look at his face, and as he looked at her, a knowing moment passed through them. “I’m sorry m…”
A scream tore through her as she watched his face break down, and when arms, gentle, wrapped around her, she let herself break, squeezing the man tight. “Why?” She demanded, looking up at the Wizard.
“It has to be this way,” he murmured back, and in her horror, she saw him start to disappear. “We’ve reached the end-game now.”
“Stephen?” She whispered, and he gave her one final smile before, like everyone else, he disappeared as well, leaving her alone with some weird blue skinned robo-alien chick she was 50% sure (check: 1000% sure) would sooner kill her than help her.
“Now what?” The Femboto huffed as Toni stayed kneeling at the ground, staring at the broken buildings of this sorry world. “Are you just planning on sitting there and staying sad all day?”
“Furious,” she whispered.
“What?” The other woman snapped as the human stood up, hands clenching.
“I’m fucking furious ,” she snarled. “That… that… grape ass ugly mother fucking bastard fucking killed my son! I’m going to kill him.”
There she was, a tiny five foot two steaming human, prepared to go toe-to-toe again with a hulking eleven-foot alien who, apparently, easily beat the crap out of Hulk. “We have to get to wherever the last stone was. Maybe there’s survivors there.” Femboto said.
“Earth,” she mumbled, running a hand through her hair. “The Avengers, we would’ve stopped them.”
“Then we go there,”
“No,” Toni’s voice had the alien turn around, eyes sharp in a glare. “No, if Thanos got the Mind Stone, that means that he… It means he killed Vision. He most likely killed the others as well. We have to go to Thanos.”
“We don’t even know where he is!” She hissed back. “For all we know, he could be centuries in the past! Or he could’ve dusted himself when he got the final stone!”
“It’s a chance I’m willing to take.” Antonia “Toni” Stark said in full determination, and began to walk away from the battle ground. Away from Peter’s ashes.
She wasn’t sure how she managed it, but one second, she had been fighting extremely high gravity in a desolate wasteland and the next, she was at a temple like structure in a lush green forest. “What the fuck ?” She whispered.
“Iron Man,” a booming voice said, and she all but jumped out of her skin, stabilizers attempting to fire up as she aimed towards the purple thumb of a man. Just the sight of him made her blood boil. “I am glad to see you were spared.”
“You killed my son , you son of a bitch. Don’t you fucking tell me you’re glad that I was spared.” She snarled, hearing the familiar whine on her left hand. Her blast, however, turned into butterflies, like the ones Strange had made in the battle. “Not even going to attack me?” she mumbled after a small moment.
“I brought you here for a deal ,” he said, and her blood chilled. Years ago, she and Loki had spoken before Hulk “smashed” him. He said a deal was the only way to escape the Mad Titan’s gaze. “You spoke so highly of the Avengers, but yet the only two to truly give me trouble was that Captain and Reality Bender.”
Cap and Scar? She thought, mind ablaze. Steve, of course, she could understand as he was a super soldier, but Wanda? “Why are you telling me this?”
“I went in expecting a fight . I expected a challenge .” There was… something else.
“Send me back,” the words were out of her mouth before she could stop it. “Send me back 10 years and I’ll give you the fight of your fucking life.” She saw his eyes narrow and he glanced up at the sky, towards the sunrise. “There were so many other ways, y’know? The infinity stones, they’re infinite. They could’ve created unlimited resources. Instead, you used them to kill . You murdered innocents. You… you killed children . Peter was fifteen… he was fifteen! He hadn’t even gone to Prom yet, and you murdered him…” she glared at him, shoulders squared. “So fucking send me back .”
She woke up with a gasp, eyes taking far too long to adjust to her surroundings. Finally, she felt a small sense of horror as she realized where she was. Looking over her was the one and only Ho Yinsen, who, a decade ago yet in three months, died in her arms as they made their escape.
“It is good to see you are up, Miss Stark.” he said just as the information dump hit her and, in turn, the vomit hit him.