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Morgan Stark's Future

Loss.
I've never experienced it with so many people at once.
Peter Parker is gone...with countless others.
Tony and I are stuck in space with Gamora's sister not probably gonna make it back to Earth or to our daughter. Tony has my head laying on his shoulder as I'm peacefully sleeping until a blinding bright light consumed the ship. Squinting I see it's a glowing woman who transports our ship to Earth. Rhodey, Steve and Pepper with a talking Racoon all watch us exit the ship. Pepper carries Morgan before helping me walk and Steve helped Tony. We're home. Tony is in a wheelchair with iv's as I'm on crutches with an iv in my left arm, bags under my eyes from lack of oxygen on that spaceship. "What wrong with him?" I glanced over to a mopping Thor. "Oh, he's pissed. He thinks he failed. Which, of course, he did...but there's a lot of that going around, ain't there." The talking Racoon named Rocket spoke. "Honestly, until this exact second I thought you were a Build-A-Beer." Tony points at him. Tony and Steve started arguing once again, mentioning Ultron to deal with our problems. Tony tips off his fake chest piece collapsing on the floor. Pepper and I sit at his bedside before I let my eyes fall closed from lack of sleep, cuddling into Morgan wrapped in her blanket. There doesn't seem like a light out of this dark reality...I hope I'm wrong.

2 months later

Tony decided to move our family to a log cabin in the middle of the woods by the lakeside. Pepper thought he was right that we deserved a simple life after everything we've been through. Opening the front door I closed it gently not wanting to wake up Morgan or Tony as I take a seat on the porch swing. It's nighttime but I can't sleep, like Tony couldn't after the attack on New York. I'm wearing one of his long sleeved shirts with some black gym shorts looking up at the stars shining through the tree line. "Sneaking out to stargaze, huh Y/n?" I don't remove my gaze from the sky hearing Tony take a seat beside me on the swing, gently laying his head on my shoulder.

"You know why Ton. I can't sleep...like I used to." He hums into my hair as I felt tears start to slip. "Because when I close my eyes all I see is - Peter collapsing into dust in my arms. I know that he wasn't our kid -" I pause starting to lightly sob. "But I connected with him, like he was. He - he was our son, in a way Tony."

Tony pulls me closer to his chest letting me grip his AC/DC shirt, combing his hands through my knotted hair trying to calm my nerves. "Breath honey, just breathe. I miss him too. But - we did everything we could. I'm here - I'm right here." He tilts my chin up to look in his dark brown eyes. "I love you 3000. Never forget that Y/n."

"Oh Tony, I love you 3000 too." Moving my hands up his chest I wrapped my arms around his neck gently pulling him down for a kiss. His hands rest on my hips deepening the kiss, feeling both our tears mixing together before we broke for air. "How about we go cuddle inside, huh?"

5 years later

Life became better over these years after Thanos destroyed half the population. Morgan is now five years old now, acts like her father half the time. I'm wearing a grey thin long sleeved shirt, ripped up jeans and muddy tennis shoes. Tony sits on the ground outside her little tent for camping. "Morgan H, Stark, you want some lunch?" The girl comes out of the tent wearing a blue and gold iron helmet, aiming her left hand out that has a fake hand blaster that's her size. "Define 'lunch' or be disinterested." Her father holds up his hands in surrender. "Okay. You should not be wearing that, okay. That is part of a special anniversary gift I'm making for mom." He removes the helmet brushing her messy hair back. "You thinking about lunch. I can give you a handful of crickets on a bed of lettuce. That's what you want?" She shook her head no grossed out.