PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS STORY IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 YEARS OLD.
[based on the Marvel Cinematic Universe]
This is the story of Forsaken, a skilled and trained assassin who works for Hydra until she is rescued by Shield. She tries to find her old memori...
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We haven't spoke since you went away
Comfortable silence is so overrated
The atmosphere around Tony Stark's lakeside cabin was thick with a sombre quietness, broken only by the soft rustling of the trees and distant murmur of the lake's gentle waves. The sky, a pale canvas of grey, seemed to reflect the collective sorrow of those gathered.
Pepper stood at the edge of the porch, her eyes brimming with unspoken grief, symbolized so much – love, loss, and the legacy of a man who had changed the world. As the group of loved ones watched silently, Pepper took one last look at it before gently lowering it into the water. Resting atop the wreath, framed against the greenery, was the arc reactor – Tony's first. The words etched beneath it, Proof That Tony Stark Has a Heart, seemed to carry a weight of their own now.
As the wreath slowly drifted on the water's surface, Alice stood at Bucky's side, her hand tightly clutching his arm. She had been numb for day, the grief still too fresh, too raw. But here, at the funeral, surrounded by those who had loved Tony in their own ways, she felt the weight of her loss settle deeper into her chest. Tony had been more than a friend, more than a mentor. He had been family, and now, he was gone.
Her fingers tightened around Bucky's arm, seeking the comfort of his presence. His warmth was a grounding force for her – something she clung to, needing it more than she ever had before. She didn't look at him, afraid that if she did, the flood of tears she had been holding back would break loose. Instead, she kept her gaze fixed on the wreath, watching it float out farther into the lake.
Pepper stood still, her eyes fixed on the retreating wreath, her face a mask of quiet grief. Beside her, Morgan's small hand rested on her mother's, her tiny fingers gripping with the innocence of someone who couldn't fully understand the depth of the loss. Happy Hogan stood close by, his face twisted in pain, his hand resting on his knee as if steadying himself from the weight of the world. Rhodey stood next to him, his posture rigid, but his eyes – eyes that had seen so much – were soft with sorrow.
The rest of the gathering stood in silent reverence. Steve, Peter, and May were a little apart, Steve's broad shoulders slumped in quiet mourning. Peter's face was pale, his eyes reddened, as if he had been holding back tears for days. May stood beside him, her arms wrapped around him, trying to shield him from the weight of it all. Thor's presence loomed largen than life, his eyes cast downward, remembering the friendship he had shared with Tony. Beside him stood Bruce and Doctor Strange, both trying to make sense of a world that felt a little less bright without Tony in it.
Wong was nearby, his face unreadable, but his posture stiff as if he were holding himself together by sheer will. Scott and Hope stood together, their fingers intertwined, their eyes distant, as if they were trying to find some sort of peace in a world that no longer made sense. Janet, Hank, and Peter Quill stood with them, all of them quietly reflecting on the man who had meant so much to each of them in different ways.
