My fault (The true story of Ultron and a buncha chaos)

The End

I guess I was hoping my fandom obsession would come back, but oh well I guess. Here's the ending I was always planning on, condensed into one chapter rather than like ten.

And just so you know, everything gets resolved, so if I forgot any subplots everything turns out fine

disclaimer this is not how any system anywhere works i don't think so suspend your disbelief

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POV: Tony

"What time is it, again, Jarvis?" I asked, glancing to the side of my digital hologram display.

"It is approximately 3am, sir," he responded, confirming whatever my sleep-deprived brain got out of the clock. "I would recommend getting some sleep, if you're planning on switching projects."

"Yeah... Pepper would say that too," I said, yawning and turning off the holograms. "And we're running out of coffee."

"Did... did you just listen to my advice?" Jarvis said slowly, as if daring to test his luck.

"Don't get used to it."

"Of course not, sir."

I leave the room and shut the door quietly, scared to wake anyone up. It's been a few weeks since Loki was officially pardoned by the wizard of oz or whatever his title is, and he and Peter have been doing their little Patrol thing pretty often- a few times a week. I'm sure the official police are secretly grateful, but for now they have yet to comment.

Actually, they aren't back yet, come to think of it.

"Hey, where's Peter, Jarvis?" I asked quietly.

"He has yet to return, sir," he responded, matching my volume. "Searching cameras... Oh dear."

"Why? what?"

"I- well, I'm not sure how to break this to you, sir, but the last time I've seen him was a hospital hallway and he appeared to be in mortal peril."

"What?"

"I'm sending the address to your phone now," he said, a foghorn blast confirming not only that, but that Loki was once again up to his tricks.

"So much for not waking people up," I muttered, running back into my lab to put on a coat again.

Moments later I'm running through the hospital building, panic setting in as I'd realized what exactly this all entailed. Peter. In mortal peril. Peter, in danger of death. Peter, my responsibility, hurt- my fault.

I'm not exactly sure how I get there, but there's a waiting room and Loki is sitting me down even as I'm frantically trying to take in the whole scene at once. It's all painfully empty and quiet.

"Where is he?" I asked, ignoring whatever he was saying.

"He's going to be okay," he said forcefully.

"You don't know, do you?"

"...no, I do not. But look, they won't let you see him. He's... it's just him and his aunt. And the doctors."

"This is ridiculous. We can treat him better at the tower."

"Tony, you're panicking," he said, shaking his head. "He'll be fine. Calm down."

I ignore him and stand up, much too filled with energy than I should be.

"Hey," I said to a confused and tired-looking worker at a desk. "I'm- I'm looking for Peter Parker."

"Mr. Stark, I'm well aware he's your intern, but it's family only."

I glance back at Loki, who is too exasperated to be any help.