Ironstrange one shots

By your side

(IW spoilers)

Just went back a revised this chapter. There are some changes if you'd like to re-read this

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The dust cleared, settling to the cold surface of Titan. Tony sat in the middle of everything, completely and utterly alone. The only sounds to be heard were Tony's own labored breathing and the gentle whips of the wind.

"There was no other way."

"I'm sorry."

"Quill"

"Oh man."

"Somethings happening."

The words felt as if they put a weight on Tony's shoulders, making him want nothing more than to collapse and finally give up.

Peter and Stephens ashes lay in front of him. Tears seemed to be something that couldn't help but fall from Tony's eyes. Stephen had always loved his eyes, loved how they lit up when he'd say 'I love you' or when he finally finished a project.

Peter always took pictures of them while they were together. Tony had no idea but he had been in the process of making a collage of the pair.

'Tony'

Tony looked up, eyes wide. "Stephen...?" Tony asked, voice breaking as his cries echoed throughout the vacant landscape.

'Tony!'

Tony shut his eyes tight, trying to ignore Stephens voice.

It wasn't real.
He was gone.
He was gone and I couldn't do anything.

My fault my fault my fault my fault

'ANTHONY!'

Tony Stark shot up from bed, sweat beading on his forehead, tears streaming down his face. His eyes darted around quickly trying to take in the environment.

Stephen sat next to him, worry etched across his face. Tony choked on sobs as Stephen pulled him close to his chest, rubbing circles into his back.

"It's okay. I'm right here. We're all here." Stephen whispered. Tony said nothing, only crying into the taller mans chest, hands fisted into Stephens shirt.

It took a while but Tony finally calmed down, breathing slowing back to a normal speed. Stephen continued holding him close, reassuring him that he was right here, right by his side. Once Tony's breathing was finally normal again Stephen stood carefully, adjusting Tony so he could take the smaller man into his arms.

Stephen walked with Tony in his hold towards the kitchen. He placed him on a chair at the kitchen counter, kissing his forehead gently, then began to make something for Tony to eat.

Tony whined quietly when Stephen walked away from him and Stephen just chuckled, winking at the man.

Stephen made some pancakes, put together a small bowl of fruit and a tall glass of water. Tony was going to reach for the pancakes first but Stephen stopped him.