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Entry tags: | active: peter parker, active: tony stark |
Peter & Tony
WHO: Tony Stark & Peter Parker
WHERE: Starts here & finishes in APT. 2-A
WHEN: Saturday, June 14th, evening
WARNINGS: Language
SPOILERS? Everything through Infinity War
Tony was a science guy, but he also worked with gods and fought aliens so it wasn't like the concept of alternate universes completely threw him for a loop, but he also just watched some random galaxy wanderers, a doctor doubling as a wizard, and his favorite kid turn to dust so forgive him if he doubted his sanity for a second.
"The actual fuck," he muttered not for the first time since that damn dry note smacked him in the face in the middle of a damn thunder storm. Was Thor showing off? Or was this finally the time Tony Stark became an official raving lunatic? Tony actually considered that option better than Thanos defeating him. If he had gone mad, at least everyone was safe. It wasn't like he didn't have similar dreams before, right? Hadn't he seen his loved ones dead before only to wake up in a cold sweat? The whole Goodland thing could just be a crazy dream.
After Tony failed to contact Pepper, he tried to walk home, but while he knew his way around New York City, he quickly realized it wasn't the city he recalled. Maybe this was part of Thanos' plan? Maybe if he went where the note told him, he'd find the others? At least if he was with them, he could try to save them.
That had to be it. Tony was wherever the dusted went and he had to go to the apartment listed in the letter. The thought energized him and he broke out in a run until he arrived where the map directed him. Ostriches? Seriously?
Tony found Apartment 2-A with a door that opened automatically for him, almost like it expected Tony, and stepped inside. Disappointment flooded him. It didn't look like a hostage situation, but instead a homey apartment with a fully stocked fridge. Hell, there were even clothes he'd choose for himself. He, again, guessed he was either crazy or really stuck in a parallel universe while everyone he loved faced danger at home.
It was too much even for Tony Stark. Way too much loss. Way too much responsibility. He pulled off his Iron Man suit and slammed it against the wall, but it didn't even make a dent. "Naturally," he said. He left the suit on the floor. He usually valued neatness, but to hell with it. Nothing mattered anymore. He pulled dry sweats on before throwing himself face down on the bed in what he guessed was his room. It did have the clothes that looked like his, after all.