"I WAS BORN WITH MY HEART ON MY SLEEVE, FIRE IN MY SOUL, AND A MOUTH I CAN'T CONTROL."
In which only one of the Cunningham sisters will make it out alive.
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Almost a year had passed since the snap, and Iris had spent pretty much that entire year in the Avengers compound with only Nat, Steve, and the occasional call from Tony for company.
She couldn't bring herself to go back to the city yet, to her apartment, to June's house, to any of it. Despite it being a year since June had died, along with the other half of the population, Iris was still hung up over it. She told herself constantly she should be moving on, that she should have moved on long ago.
But she couldn't. Iris didn't even know what was holding her back. June had been with her since, well, forever. She'd been with her for every major milestone in her life, and it sucked not having her with her for the first wedding she'd attended.
Pepper's dress was beautiful. Iris knew literally nothing about wedding dresses, but she'd have to be blind to not know that Pepper's was perfect for her.
Tony looked pretty good too in his tux. His hair was actually combed and styled neatly (Iris suspected he wasn't too happy about that) and the look on his face when Pepper walked down the aisle was one of complete joy and love.
Alright, she'll admit it, she was a bit jealous. Pepper and Tony were the perfect couple, and with a baby on the way, Tony steadily called her less and less. Instead of a couple of times a week, it became twice a month, then once a month, and even less when the baby was delivered.
Tony sent her pictures of Morgan H. Stark swaddled in a blanket and cradled in her mother's arms. He'd called her a couple of times after the hospital had dispatched her, cooing over baby Morgan and just how good it felt to hold a child in his arms and how he swore he would literally do anything for her. Iris had no doubt about the last one, Tony was an excellent father, and that became apparent in the next few months that passed.
Every month or so, Tony would send her a video of Morgan laughing, clapping, or just generally being a cute baby. Iris loved every one of them, truly, but sometimes the green monster in her head sneered every time she saw Tony being happy.
He'd found happiness, a family. A wife, a daughter, and a quiet house in the country. Iris, on the other hand, was still getting her ass handed to her by Nat and Steve.
There may have been a bright side to all of it: Iris could now move things larger than herself, and the control she had over said things was increasing every day.
It was a day, a day Iris was dreading (Steve had let her know the day before that he would not be going easy on her) and she'd woken up restless.
She'd had a nightmare last night, though of what specifically, she couldn't remember. June was there, Stephen too, but that was about all she could recall. It hadn't been pleasant though, there had been screaming, tears, but again, she didn't remember any specifics.
