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just your obligatory angsty trailer reaction fic

IRON AGE

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Simply put, the reason Pepper Potts and Tony Stark work is that they are made of the same stuff. At the very core of them, once you dig past the pleasantries and diplomacy and killer heels on her side, and the layers and layers of masks and misdirection on his, dig deep enough and you hit a core of pure iron. Something that won’t budge, something that can’t budge, something that when you push it pushes back, harder.

It’s that part of her which, when Happy reaches to open the car door for her and instead crumbles in front of her eyes like wax, races through oh god what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what is happening oh god this is why tony left this is what he was fighting he lost tony doesn’t lose he doesn’t stop but he lost that must mean he’s- and lands right on no. unacceptable. tony isn’t dead because i haven’t allowed it. time to work cleanup.

It’s the part of her that lets her grit her teeth and invite Steve Rogers into her home, and the same part that won’t hear his apologies.

In the next weeks, maybe she’s shorter with people than she would have been, maybe she isn’t quite as patient, maybe she seems a little cold. But she’s running on iron and nothing else. When you’re running on iron, soft is a synonym for breaking.

So Pepper lets May Parker cry on her shoulder, and invites the kid from Tennessee and his sister to the compound when they have nowhere else to go, and she gives the Avengers back their old rooms, which Tony never allowed her to clear out even during the remodel. She doesn’t cry. She twists her engagement ring around on her finger and pours money into stabilising New York’s crumbling infrastructure, and then when that’s done she fiddles with the shrapnel pendant and sets up foundations to do the same across the world.

Sometimes she feels like she’s fossilising. Pepper lies in their big empty bed in their big empty bedroom in a compound that is too full of people she doesn’t want to see and wonders if there is a similar word to petrification for when something is being turned to metal. She stretches her hands out in front of her and imagines them coloured red and gold.

Then she gets up and has FRIDAY reactivate the Iron Legion.

Jim is worried about her. She can tell and she doesn’t care. He should remember how it works from Afghanistan. They don’t stop until Tony gets home. They don’t pretend for a second that he isn’t coming back. That’s how this works.

That’s how Pepper stays functioning.

She’s in the kitchen when it happens. Steve and Natasha are also there, and neither of them are quite able to look her in the eye as they fix their breakfasts. Pepper considers that solely their problem, iron doesn’t feel awkward.

FRIDAY’s alert sounds as she is pouring her second cup of coffee, and she starts and spills some onto the counter. She is too focused on the AI to clean it up.

“Miss Potts, I’m receiving a transmission from off-planet!”

Pepper’s heart leaps into her throat and it’s hard to force the words out around it.

“Play it please FRIDAY,” she says.

A network of blue lights dance in the air in front of her, projecting an image of Tony. He’s mid-sentence, tapping what must be his helmet as he talks.

“-thing on?” He leans back against a wall and Pepper’s gut clenches at just how awful he looks. awful but alive alive alive.

“Hey Miss Potts,” he says and Pepper can’t place his odd expression. Natasha and Steve have stood and and moved to stand either side of her, like some kind of guard detail. They watch the message grimly.

“If you find this recording don’t feel bad about this.”

no. Pepper’s heart drops from her throat to the pit of her stomach.

“Part of the journey is the end,” he continues and irrationally she wants to tell FRIDAY to stop, to pretend that she isn’t looking at his goodbye. “Just for the record being adrift in space with zero promise of rescue is more fun than it sounds.”

He’s trying to be brave for her. She can see it in his face, in the way he’s not looking at the helmet, in the set of his jaw.

“Food and water ran out four days ago, oxygen will run out tomorrow morning… that’ll be it.” His voice breaks and his mask slips and she can see how scared he is. Then he leans forward and something like peace settles into his eyes. That acceptance might be the most terrifying thing of all.

“When I drift off, I will dream about you,” he says with absolute conviction. “It’s always you.”

Tony reaches out and the message cuts off. The finality of it hits her like a blow to the stomach.

Pepper blinks and stares for a moment and is dimly aware of Steve and Natasha exchanging a panicked look. She delves down deep inside herself, searching for that familiar iron. She needs something to lean on, something strong to hold her up as she struggles with the weight of his words, but there’s nothing there. Nothing but an endless starry expanse and somewhere out there, Tony Stark struggling for breath.

wasn’t expecting there to be a part 2 but here we are:

DRIFTING BACK

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He doesn’t dream about her. Of course he doesn’t, CO2 poisoning is nasty, and doesn’t really lend itself to peacefully drifting off into the great goodnight, but he knew that when he recorded the message. So no, he doesn’t dream of her.

He hears her voice though, right at the very last as he lets himself go, calling his name urgently. He’s glad he kept his promise in the end. It’s the only promise he’s ever actually managed to keep.

Waking up is a surprise. The only afterlife he’d ever believed in was legacy but here he is staring at a dull off-white ceiling, after death. He figures out pretty quickly that it’s hell, not that that’s unexpected, because there’s no way heaven would hurt this much. His entire body pulses with pain, waves of agony keeping time with the beats of his heart. He wonders if this is it, just this pain and fuzzy incomprehension of his surroundings for the rest of eternity. He thinks that might get boring and immediately realises that’s why it’s a great punishment for him.

The next time he wakes up someone is holding his hand. Reflexively he squeezes and he hears a strangely familiar gasp, a gasp that doesn’t belong in hell, but before he can identify the gasping hand-holder he’s dragged back down into unconsciousness.

The third time he wakes up is the worst. He opens his eyes and they hurt to open and his vision is still sort of blurry but he sees her. He sees her . She’s here and for some reason she’s in hell. His mind is slow (and isn’t that just terrifying) so he can’t remember her name but he knows that the only reason she’d be here is if she’s dead too, and the only reason she’d be in hell is through her association with him.

He shuts his eyes again in shame and feels tears spill out from behind his closed lids. Failure is sitting heavily on his chest. It would be crushing the air out of him but there’s something shoved between his lips and down his throat that is breathing for him.

He doesn’t fight when sleep comes to claim him.

“I’m sorry,” he tells her the next time he’s awake. The thing is gone from his mouth and now there’s a mask covering half his face but at least he can talk. He still can’t remember her name. He knows that he loves her, and he knows that he failed her. He failed everyone.

She shakes her head and light from the fluorescents overhead catches in her hair. His mother had loved rose gold jewellery. Her engagement ring was that metal. Her hair is the same colour. A surge of nausea crawls up from his stomach at the thought of what he’s done to her.

“I’m sorry,” he says again.

“Shhhhh.” Her voice is far more gentle than he deserves.

Unconsciousness again.

There’s a cool hand stroking his hair.

Pepper.

He opens his eyes. Her name is Pepper and he’s Tony and this isn’t hell it’s a hospital and he’s alive-

And he still failed.

just your obligatory angsty trailer reaction fic

IRON AGE

AO3

Simply put, the reason Pepper Potts and Tony Stark work is that they are made of the same stuff. At the very core of them, once you dig past the pleasantries and diplomacy and killer heels on her side, and the layers and layers of masks and misdirection on his, dig deep enough and you hit a core of pure iron. Something that won’t budge, something that can’t budge, something that when you push it pushes back, harder.

It’s that part of her which, when Happy reaches to open the car door for her and instead crumbles in front of her eyes like wax, races through oh god what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what is happening oh god this is why tony left this is what he was fighting he lost tony doesn’t lose he doesn’t stop but he lost that must mean he’s- and lands right on no. unacceptable. tony isn’t dead because i haven’t allowed it. time to work cleanup.

It’s the part of her that lets her grit her teeth and invite Steve Rogers into her home, and the same part that won’t hear his apologies.

In the next weeks, maybe she’s shorter with people than she would have been, maybe she isn’t quite as patient, maybe she seems a little cold. But she’s running on iron and nothing else. When you’re running on iron, soft is a synonym for breaking.

So Pepper lets May Parker cry on her shoulder, and invites the kid from Tennessee and his sister to the compound when they have nowhere else to go, and she gives the Avengers back their old rooms, which Tony never allowed her to clear out even during the remodel. She doesn’t cry. She twists her engagement ring around on her finger and pours money into stabilising New York’s crumbling infrastructure, and then when that’s done she fiddles with the shrapnel pendant and sets up foundations to do the same across the world.

Sometimes she feels like she’s fossilising. Pepper lies in their big empty bed in their big empty bedroom in a compound that is too full of people she doesn’t want to see and wonders if there is a similar word to petrification for when something is being turned to metal. She stretches her hands out in front of her and imagines them coloured red and gold.

Then she gets up and has FRIDAY reactivate the Iron Legion.

Jim is worried about her. She can tell and she doesn’t care. He should remember how it works from Afghanistan. They don’t stop until Tony gets home. They don’t pretend for a second that he isn’t coming back. That’s how this works.

That’s how Pepper stays functioning.

She’s in the kitchen when it happens. Steve and Natasha are also there, and neither of them are quite able to look her in the eye as they fix their breakfasts. Pepper considers that solely their problem, iron doesn’t feel awkward.

FRIDAY’s alert sounds as she is pouring her second cup of coffee, and she starts and spills some onto the counter. She is too focused on the AI to clean it up.

“Miss Potts, I’m receiving a transmission from off-planet!”

Pepper’s heart leaps into her throat and it’s hard to force the words out around it.

“Play it please FRIDAY,” she says.

A network of blue lights dance in the air in front of her, projecting an image of Tony. He’s mid-sentence, tapping what must be his helmet as he talks.

“-thing on?” He leans back against a wall and Pepper’s gut clenches at just how awful he looks. awful but alive alive alive.

“Hey Miss Potts,” he says and Pepper can’t place his odd expression. Natasha and Steve have stood and and moved to stand either side of her, like some kind of guard detail. They watch the message grimly.

“If you find this recording don’t feel bad about this.”

no. Pepper’s heart drops from her throat to the pit of her stomach.

“Part of the journey is the end,” he continues and irrationally she wants to tell FRIDAY to stop, to pretend that she isn’t looking at his goodbye. “Just for the record being adrift in space with zero promise of rescue is more fun than it sounds.”

He’s trying to be brave for her. She can see it in his face, in the way he’s not looking at the helmet, in the set of his jaw.

“Food and water ran out four days ago, oxygen will run out tomorrow morning… that’ll be it.” His voice breaks and his mask slips and she can see how scared he is. Then he leans forward and something like peace settles into his eyes. That acceptance might be the most terrifying thing of all.

“When I drift off, I will dream about you,” he says with absolute conviction. “It’s always you.”

Tony reaches out and the message cuts off. The finality of it hits her like a blow to the stomach.

Pepper blinks and stares for a moment and is dimly aware of Steve and Natasha exchanging a panicked look. She delves down deep inside herself, searching for that familiar iron. She needs something to lean on, something strong to hold her up as she struggles with the weight of his words, but there’s nothing there. Nothing but an endless starry expanse and somewhere out there, Tony Stark struggling for breath.

He Killed My Mom

What if it really was just a car crash, a car crash that Maria Stark survived?

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Six days before Christmas, Maria Stark walks away from a car that is twisted and burning and wrapped around a tree. It is a metal coffin but not her own and scattered across the universe six voices scream wrong, wrong, wrong.

Maria won’t say it; Maria will never say it, but it is better without Howard. Her Tony, her boy, seventeen and cutting himself on his own sharp edges, burns so much brighter now. Maria had never seen the shadow his father cast, but she notices now that it is gone. How could anyone not?

How could anyone not notice the way Obadiah casts a similar shade? He was Howard’s best friend, but maybe that’s the problem. Maria doesn’t let him spend a minute alone with her son. She knows Tony can tell what she’s doing, but surprisingly he lets her.

Without Obadiah, Tony’s brilliance is blinding.

Wrong, wrong, wrong, come the whispers from across the universe, but Maria doesn’t hear.

Tony brings a boy home. He introduces himself as Jim but Tony calls him Rhodey. Maria has been working at smoothing the sharpness in her son’s soul but with Rhodey it is like it was never there at all.

Tony cries when Maria meets Roberta Rhodes and gains a new best friend. He doesn’t flinch from the tears and Maria sends a silent thank you out to the universe.

Wrong, wrong, wrong, it screams silently back.

Maria is afraid when Tony becomes CEO at only twenty one. His Rhodey has gone to war and his smiles are sharper than they have been since his father’s body burned. But he works fast and he works smart and within the year Obadiah no longer works for Stark Industries and with two the company has made its last weapon.

Tony wears his sharp edges like a cloak that he shrugs off every time he walks through her door. They’re a tool, just like everything else in his clever hands, and they no longer cut his skin.

Wrong, wrong, wrong.

Tony brings home a girl. She introduces herself as Virginia but Tony calls her Pepper. Her tongue is as quick as his but it is never sharp. Not with Tony, and not with Rhodey. Tony still clings to his hand even as he blushes when Pepper laughs. It’s an unorthodox arrangement but when has her boy ever been ordinary? Later, Tony cries again when Maria tells him it’s no surprise he has enough love in his heart for two people.

Later still, Maria cries when she meets her first grandchild. JARVIS is very like his namesake and very like Tony and sometimes she can’t look at her son straight on because he flares so brightly.

Tony Stark saves the world. He builds robots and hospitals and solar panels and even one day fixes his father’s old arc reactor plans. He discovers a whole new element and in a storage unit belonging to an agency Tony will never meet Howard’s notes sit untouched. Tony never sees a video that calls him a creation.

Someone else has heard six voices screaming wrong, wrong, wrong. Someone who thinks he can make it right, right, right. Someone who is horribly, completely wrong.

Captain America is found and Maria sees the briefest flicker in Tony’s light. For a moment she wonders if it was Howard’s shade after all. But then Tony declines to meet him and just goes on burning.

For some reason, Tony blames himself when New York is destroyed. He’s always done that, but this time he doesn’t believe Maria when she tells him it is not his fault. He doesn’t know why he feels he should have been there and Maria doesn’t know what to tell him.

Now, sometimes, she catches him rubbing his chest. He looks surprised when she asks if he’s in pain but that doesn’t stop her worry. There are other times when something almost hums wrong, wrong, wrong within her and it takes everything she is not to listen.

Peggy Carter dies and Tony and Maria hold each other up through their grief. It was expected and Peggy hadn’t been herself in a long time and in some ways it is almost a relief. But the loss of her is still raw and tender and hurts, hurts, hurts.

Tony cries at the funeral and cries again two months later when he tells her that Pepper is pregnant. Maria doesn’t bother to ask if it’s Tony’s or Rhodey’s; the baby will always be both Tony and Rhodey’s. Still, Maria’s heart sings when she sees that Morgan has Tony’s eyes.

WRONG, WRONG, WRONG. And this time the right person hears. He holds a green light in scarred and shaking hands and listens to what the universe has been crying since six days before Christmas, twenty five years ago. He listens, and he sets out to find Maria Stark.

Stephen Strange does not know what he is asking of her. He shows her an alternate path of history and the future it is too late to avoid and asks her to choose.

Maria says no.

The weight of that refusal sounds like her heart beating wrong, wrong, wrong. But Stephen Strange never knew what he was asking of her. If he had known he would not have shown her the other Tony. The Tony who in some ways lit up the world even more brilliantly than the son she knows, but who flickers and falters with every breath. The man who’s sharp edges grew into him until he is open and bleeding and there for anyone to reach out and break.

Maria would rather see a world of ash than her son turn into that.

Stephen Strange comes back. This time he does not ask Maria. She comes in from the garden with Morgan on her hip and dirt up to her elbows and he is sitting at the kitchen table and not offering a word of comfort to Tony as he cries.

Her son looks up at her and Maria wants to scream. Her Tony should never look like that. That expression belongs to the other Tony, the one made of iron who suffered more than anyone should ever have to, who suffered so her Tony didn’t.

“Okay,” says Tony, staring at her, but speaking to Strange. “Do it.”

Six days before Christmas a man who is not a man anymore walks away from a car that is twisted and burning and wrapped around a tree. Maria and Howard Stark die within minutes of each other.

Right, right, right, six voices scattered across the universe whisper.

Hello :) Your story is incredible and wonderful. I love it! Your work and your characters have completely conquered my heart. Could I translate your work and post it to another site (with reference to the author of the original text and the link to the original text)? If you allow me, I will send you a link. I look forward to hearing from you :)

oh wow this is honestly such a compliment thank you so much!

i’d really appreciate it if you could message me off anon if you feel comfortable, just so i know who’s asking. i’m happy (delighted! flattered!) for you to translate but i would like to know which story and which site you’d want to post it to before i say yes for definite

i love this so here’s a ficlet:

He’s leaning on Jim as they walk off the plane. It’s mildly terrifying but not altogether unexpected. Waving away the stretcher and the med team is definitely expected, so much so it’s almost a little comforting. Pepper takes a deep breath to steady herself and swallows down any tears she has left.

He doesn’t swagger as he makes his way to her, but his chin is still raised and defiant and his shoulders are still squared. She begins a mental catalogue of his injuries. There are two small cuts on his face, his left arm is in a sling and when Jim called to tell her he’s back, he’s back, he got out, we found him he’d mentioned something about a thing in Tony’s chest. All in all, incredibly, it could be worse. She’d expected worse.

He comes to a stop in front of her and who knows what’s going on in that bizarre and brilliant brain of his. The worse Pepper had feared could still be lurking in the dark behind his eyes.

“Your eyes are red. A few tears for your long lost boss?” He says, so he’s still Tony then.

And she’s still Pepper so she replies “Tears of joy, I hate job hunting.”

She can’t tell what exactly her face is doing but from the look in his eyes she’s making a pitiful attempt at hiding the pure joy of seeing him here and alive and safe and in the suit she sent with Rhodey on the very first rescue mission, only a few days after he went missing and months ago now. Pepper dreamt about that suit. Good dreams and bad and this isn’t exactly like the good dreams (he’s not sweeping her into an embrace and kissing her passionately for one thing) but it’s a hell of a lot better than the bad.

He swallows and something flickers in his expression and he’s not okay but that’s okay and totally to be expected. He’s not okay but he’s still him. So it’s okay.

It’s okay it’s okay it’s okay.

He’s pale. It’s odd that being in the desert would leave him so pale. Pepper can’t tell if it’s pain or exhaustion or something else entirely that has drained all the colour from his skin. She doesn’t want to think about it.

It’s okay it’s okay it’s okay.

She wants to touch him. She wants to cling to him actually. Instead she turns and walks to the other side of the car as Happy opens the door for him.

“The hospital please Happy,” she says after they’ve all slid in.

When Tony says no she argues but really, it’s only what she expected.

tony-stark-is-the-universe:

A concept

Work At Home, House Husband Tony Stark falling asleep on the sofa with bubba Morgan on his chest after a day of playing with Morgan’s fav big bro Peter and Tony treating his princess by teaching her how to use the holograms.

This is what Pepper comes home to almost everyday.

All is good.

Tis a good concept.

friday slowly turns up the lights as pepper walks in. she’s already taken off her heels so she can sneak quietly towards the familiar sight on the couch

tony is passed out, his head thrown back and his mouth open and a thin trail of drool escaping from the corner of his mouth. he’s the most beautiful man in the world and he is snoring very quietly. in sleep his face is relaxed and carefree and pepper misses when he looked like that almost all the time

morgan is awake. her head is resting on the arc reactor but her dark eyes are open and blinking up at pepper. she moves one tiny hand up to her mouth and presses a finger to her lips. the message is pretty clear: daddy is sleeping, don’t wake him up

pepper smiles down at her little family. this is good, this is so incredibly good and amazingly all hers. she shrugs off her suit jacket and dumps it with her bag on an armchair. it’s a little akward climbing onto the couch and curling up against tony while not disturbing him, but pepper manages it. she lays a head on his shoulder and earns dazzling smile from morgan for her stealthiness

“hey morgan,” she says quietly, and her daughter reaches out to grasp pepper’s hand

“ssssshh,” says morgan in that incredibly loud whisper possessed only by toddlers and thor

tony is awake. he hasn’t moved but his snoring has stopped and the metal hand he made himself after losing his forearm to the infinity gauntlet has snuck round to squeeze her shoulder

pepper had been there that day, in the new armour tony had called “rescue” and she had seen him fall. she had watched him snap his fingers as the light of the arc reactor flared brilliant white and she had watched him crumple to the ground like a marionette cut from its strings. it was just as awful as all the other times he’s died, and just a wonderful when he came back

the new and permanent arc reactor, it’s energy keeping his heart beating, the metal arm, with a million hidden tricks and tools including a vibrate setting she enjoys very much, and the long thin scar dragging down his face from temple to jaw. these are the legacy of thanos, of his war and his murder and his senseless, senseless, cruelty, all turned to gold by the touch of her tony

the legacy of tony stark is quite different. the legacy of tony stark yawns and squirms slightly on her father’s chest. pepper grins

“hey, morgan,” she repeats. “how would you like to be a big sister?”

tony’s breath hitches and morgan just stares sleepily. pepper watches her fight to stay awake. it’s a battle she inevitably loses and pepper finds herself hoping it’s the harshest loss her daughter will ever suffer

tony waits until he’s sure morgan is asleep before he says anything

“i’m exhausted,” he says, eyes still closed. “you really think we can manage another one of these? or well, we know you can manage but are you sure i can? i’ve got my hands full not screwing this one up”

“tony,” murmurs pepper. “just be excited”

his eyes open and the very first time he looked at her like that it made her uncomfortable. no one should be allowed to have eyes like that, she remembers thinking. now the warmth and admiration and gratitude and love and love and love in his gaze is one her favourite sights in the entire universe

“i am excited pep,” tony says and presses a kiss to the top of her head. suddenly he lets out a low chuckle. “i can’t wait to see the kid’s face when we tell him”

pepper can’t help but laugh at that too. “do you think he’ll cry again?” she asks

“definitely,” he says. “he once teared up when i got him an everything bagel”

pepper laughs again. she presses herself tighter to tony and closes her eyes. this is good. this is so good. the three of them (soon to be four!) curled up together on the couch like this is how the world should always be. for the moment, it’s enough that it’s how the world is right now

lillysevangeline:

5 Times Tony Didn’t Cry + 1 Time He Did

stark men are made of iron

even here, at the end of the fucking world, there’s howard’s voice echoing around his skull insisting that tony is a stark, and stark men don’t cry. he has managed to shake off so many memories of his father, but this one always stayed

until now. now he is alone on an alien world and the nanobots holding his wound closed aren’t doing anything for the pain and his hands are covered in the one thing worse than blood. he holds the ashes of the kid (his kid) in his palm and he really, truly, honestly doesn’t give a fuck about what howard would say when the tears come

at first he’s just crying for peter, but then the crushing weight of his failure presses down on him and he’s not just crying he’s sobbing. it shakes his chest and pulls at the pain in his side and his face is hot and wet with tears and possibly a little bit of snot and it’s been actual decades since he’s cried like this

he can’t stop. after peter and the failure it’s his mother and jarvis, both jarvises, and ana too and aunt peggy and yinsen (oh god yinsen) and even ultron and obie and everyone else he’s ever lost or let down. he cries for rhodey and for pepper and finally he even cries a little bit for himself

amazingly when he’s done he almost feels better

then he opens his eyes and he’s still on that fucking planet and the blue woman is watching him dispassionately. tony looks down at the ash on his hands. he locks the grief back away again

stark men are made of iron

Attack The Titan

That is still not the worst of it.

Valkyrie is more familiar with the boundary between life and death than most, an unwanted relic from the old days, and she knows the look of those who are already gone even as their heart still beats. Tony had that look before the battle even started.

That is the worst of it, and Valkyrie feels no shame in preventing Peter from seeing it.

–

The final battle to defeat Thanos takes its toll.

OR

Val and Pete’s bad day out.

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Aaaaaaand this is the last part of the main series! Ofc there’s more in the Snapshots, I’m not that cruel, but this is it for the main fic. I’m genuinely quite proud of myself.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14880986

Wakanda Night Is This

Tony drains his glass. Valkyrie risks a brief look at him and is almost transfixed. For the first time since she’s known him his eyes aren’t empty. They are burning.

“How many futures did the Timekeeper see?” Asks Nebula, scepticism lacing every syllable.

“Fourteen million six hundred and five,” says Tony, the number tripping easily over his tongue as if he’s repeated it a hundred times. He probably has, thinks Valkyrie.

“And we win in one,” says Nebula flatly.

As always when she hears those numbers, the weight of potential possibilities presses heavily on Valkyrie’s heart. Every single decision they make spirals out in front of her, reaching back into the past and far out into the future. Every one of them could tip them off course. Their magnitude is overwhelming. Paralysing.

“Yes,” says Tony. “The only way.”

–

Valkyrie and the Asgardian refugees begin to make a life on Earth.

OR

Val and Tony and Nebula are sad in Wakanda.

Sequel to Flight Of The Commodore, read that first.

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Whoooop the next part is here! This fic has nearly 10000 words and there’s a lot fucking more to come. I have never been this productive.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14754554