together ⌁ stony oneshots [complete]

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘕𝘦𝘸 𝘠𝘰𝘳𝘬 [027]

Aliens.

All around him were aliens, as far as the eye could see. There were aliens flooding the skies, on top of buildings, swarming the streets of New York.

Women screamed. Children cried. People running for their lives through the Alien crowded streets, trying to find a safe place- any place where they could hide.

Tony realized all of this while he floated in the air. He turned his head up the wormhole where aliens were still flooding out. He was terrified, yes. But he couldn't stop now, not while the world needed him.

He looked around for anything to close the hole with, shooting down some aliens whilst doing so. He saw Nat on the roof, holding Loki's scepter with the Mind Stone. From the looks of things, it seemed they'd found a way to close it.

But then there was the nuke.

He had no idea why people would fire a nuke at the city while the heroes were trying to save it, but that didn't matter. He had a plan.

"Guys, I found a way," he heard Romanoff say through his earpiece, confirming his theory. "I can close it!"

"Do it!" Steve immediately responded.

"Wait," Tony cut in before she could close it. "I've got a nuke coming in, it's gonna blow. And I know just where to put it." He shut out the voices of his teammates and focused all his attention on getting the nuke up, aiming at the big hole in the sky.

He vaguely registered Steve's voice saying; "Stark, you know that's a one-way trip," but he didn't respond. He knew this was a one-way trip, he knew there was no way back. Not like any of them will mind, they'll probably not even notice I'm gone 'till their stuff is out-dated, they can't afford the home I gave them anymore and they start losing battles because of lack of both.

"Sir, shall I call Miss. Potts?" JARVIS shook him out of his thoughts, concern lacing his voice. It reminded Tony again just how proud he was of his AI, that he'd evolved so much. Tony appreciated everything JARVIS had done for him, he was the reason he was still sane. Or, relatively sane. He owed him so much, but mostly he was thankful for the friend he had been.

"Might as well," Tony answered his question, a sudden lump in his throat. A picture of Pepper appeared in front of him, and he found it nice to see an old friend as he went, even if she wasn't the one. Him. It wasn't him, but he knew it would have never been him.

The call was never answered, and it was too late now, too. He was through the portal, the wormhole to space. The call disappeared, and JARVIS was gone too. He was still gripping the nuke tightly, steering it in the right direction. He saw the mother ship, and he let go. He watched as the missile quickly made its way through space, until it exploded against the ship, completely destroying it. Tony wasn't 100% sure it would destroy all the aliens, but at least it didn't destroy the city. With that thought, he closed his eyes, and let himself fall.

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"Come on, Stark..." Natasha watched the wormhole intensely, the portal Iron Man had just disappeared in.

From the ground, Steve and Thor watched as all the aliens fell down, dead. But when they looked up, Stark was nowhere to be seen. Steve closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. This was not something he wanted to do, and he knew he was going to feel guilty for this his entire life.

"Close it."

Natasha pressed the scepter in the beam and watched how the wormhole slowly closed, with still no sign of a gold and red armor. It was like all of New York was holding their breath, no sound was heard as the portal became smaller and smaller, and all hope fled Steve's body. He looked down at the destroyed street under his feet, guilt already forming in the pit of his stomach. Why couldn't I just wait a few minutes longer?