Written Words

Chapter 24

Tony's POV:

Tony weakly sat himself on the floor of the ship, the remains of his helmet sitting in front of him, flicking the switch the eyes lit up causing Tony to sigh, "This thing on," Tony began, "Hey Miss (y/l/n), if you find this recording, don't post it on social media, it's going to be a real tearjerker. I don't know if you're ever going to see these, I don't even know if you're still – oh, god I hope so. Today is day, twenty-one? No twenty-two. You know if it wasn't for the existential terror of staring into the literal void of space, I'd say I'm feeling a little better today. Infection has run its course thanks to the blue meanie back there. Oh, you'd love her, very practical only a bit sadistic," He paused.

"So, the fuel cells were cracked during battle and we figured out a way to reverse the ion charge, bought ourselves about forty-eight hours of flight time. Uh, but it's now dead in the water, a thousand lightyears from the nearest 7-11. Oxygen will run out tomorrow morning and that'll be it. And (y/n) I know I said no more surprises, especially with Morgan on the way, but I gotta say I was really hoping to pull off one last one. But it looks like – well you know what it looks like. Don't feel bad about this, I mean actually if you grovel for a couple weeks and then move on with enormous guilt," Tony paused for a moment, tears began to prick his eyes.

"I want you to know, honey, that you and Morgan were the hope I needed to last this long. I know uncle Steve and aunt Nat will take good care of the two of you. Please remember to take care of yourself, for Morgan's sake. I should probably go lie down, rest my eyes for a bit. Please know, that when I drift off, it'll be like everything lately. I'm fine, totally fine. And I'll dream about you, and little one, because it's always been you. I love you both."

Tony reached under his helmet and flicked it off. While it was getting harder to breathe, Tony cried, tears ran down his face thinking of his soon to be wife and his baby, hopefully still alive on Earth. His exhausted body ached as he laid on the floor, his eyes finally fluttering closed. Tony's not sure how long he was laying there for, before Nebula helped him into the chair at the front of the ship. He tried to keep his eyes open to watch the colors in space, but his body was too tired to continue.

Tony sat there for a while, his eyes closed as he could feel the end growing nearer, before a bright orange light was growing closer and closer, He squinted through the light, Nebula now standing behind him as a blonde woman, wearing a suit closely resembling Steve's. The woman flew to the bottom of the ship, and suddenly they were moving again, through space. A feeling of panic and excitement filtered through Tony, as he could only hope he was heading to the one place he wants to be. Home.

(Y/N) POV:

It's been three weeks since you watched half of your family vanish into ash. You still have no word from Tony, Stephen, or Peter. The three people you loved most, and you don't even know if they're alive. You were officially thirteen weeks pregnant, and you could almost hear Tony talking about how little one is now as big as a lemon. Your stomach is showing more now, still small, but more noticeable when wearing tight shirts. Nat loved talking to your stomach, seeing her excitement about being an aunt is one of the things that kept you going these past few weeks.

She was sitting next to you on the couch, your fingers trailed up and down your stomach as Nat was in the kitchen behind you, cooking dinner for the two of you.

"Do you think you could stomach some breakfast foods? I know you've had a kick for pancakes recently."

You laughed, "I think that would be great, but Nat, I can cook something for myself, I feel terrible."

"Nonsense. We both need to eat, and with your stress plus the pregnancy, you've barely been able to keep anything down for weeks. I really need you to eat something you can handle. I don't want Bruce to have to hook you up to an IV." She said as she began to mix together the pancake batter.