#Ironman Endgame

[wynnd-citrus]

Main drawing for my next comic (posting in two segments bc it’s too long for a single post)

[tonysfarts]

sometimes babygirl is a grown ass man

[deathbyathousandspiders]

IN WHICH stark!reader witnesses her father’s final breath after he saves the world.

writing this specifically for @inkedeye2345 because tbh it takes a comment to realize people actually want to see second parts to the posts i make :,)

i forget that people actually enjoy my writing and i’m not making it up—

read part one here if you want!

disclaimer: heavy angst, this is the saddest thing i have written to date.

you cannot charge me for your therapy bills.

i love yall 3000 🫶🫶

thank you for supporting me :,)

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The battlefield was soaked with soot and blood, overlapping and mixing with each other. Mixing between your foes and your teammates. It was an overwhelming sight to see, an overwhelming scene to be a part of. Nothing you ever anticipated witnessing, and nothing you ever wanted to witness again. 

Rages and cries and striking weaponry sang symphonies as they clashed with one another. Blistered feet and Chuck Taylor’s carried you across the rubble of the compound as fast as they could, your hammering heart drowning out the sound of the war around you as you ran for your life. Ran towards your father. 

From where you were, even as the distance shortened, it was hard to tell what was happening. Six different colors shimmered their way up Tony’s right arm, resting on each knuckle with a shine that stars themselves envied. You shielded yourself from the blinding light, only for a second. That second was long enough to know that whatever your dad was doing, it weakened him. You wanted to stop it. 

You needed to stop it. 

Perhaps forty or so feet remained between you and your dad before he snapped his fingers, and you froze. Against your will, you froze. Deep down, in the stillness of the air, in the bright light emitting from his right hand of color, you knew what was happening. You knew what he was doing. 

“Dad..” It slipped from your lips before you could stop it, before the tears could sting your eyes. You stepped, paced, walked, jogged– ran. Your feet could not carry you quick enough, far enough, soon enough. Heart plummeting, breath shallowing, you didn’t pay enough attention to hear the dying war cries, the dying battle. Your eyes remained on your father. 

He slumped where he was, half of his body, his face, turning to something resembling the soot beneath you. And still, pushing past the pain of sacrifice, the pain of the losses he didn’t have the time to count, he met your eyes. Some pained, relieved, fatherly smile spread across his face. You both shed tears at the notion. 

You both knew it would be the last grin he had in him. 

You fell to your knees to meet him, tripping on a rock and still catching your tumble with grace. Sliding straight for him, all you could manage was to outstretch your arms and wrap them around him. A sob crawled out from you, at the fact that this would be your last hug or the fact that Tony did not even have the strength to return it, you couldn’t tell. 

Violent cries shook your entire body as you held him, but you needed to force yourself out of the anguished state. Tony saved the world from sorrow bigger than your comprehension, and you couldn’t let his last few moments be filled with sadness. You couldn’t let his dying breath be used to comfort your grief. 

One deep breath was all you needed to compose yourself. You swallowed the sobs as they came up, pulling back from the hug and leaning your dad back on a rock. You felt the eyes of each of your teammates slowly find some way to the two of you, but you knew that making eye contact with any of them would break your composure. 

You needed to be strong right now. 

A sniffle, and you forced a grin to mirror his, tears slipping through the seems of the dam you failed to build. “You did it, Dad.” Another sniffle, a squeeze of his shoulder, a solid hold on his hand. His hand that was too weak to tremble, a hand that felt cold as ice in your grasp. You mustered a breath, playing off a sob like a choke of air. A cough, perhaps. “I’m so proud of you.” The words left your lips with a tremor, a break in the cracks. You weren’t going to last. And neither would he.

Your father taught you well to hide your vulnerability, to mask your struggle. “Though I wish you’d let me beat you to it.” Something sad of a laugh broke through, tripping on the hollowing coating your mouth and the lump forming in your throat. That weakened squeeze within your fingers told you that Tony was glad he had beaten you to it, beaten you to the one thing he did not want you to do. 

As much as you, too, did not want to do this, be the one to sacrifice, you would have done anything to keep him there. To keep your father alive, to keep your best friend living. Yet, you failed to do so.

Peter’s presence beside you felt like a beacon of solitude. The last space of comfort you had left. Your right temple met his left shoulder, though you did not dare tear your watering eyes from Tony’s. His slow blinks and wheezing breaths would not last more than a moment longer, and you tried to memorize the feeling of his warmth while you could. The warmth of your father. 

He grabbed Tony’s left hand, his right hand grabbing yours as tight as he could. “We won, Mister Stark.” The shaken voice Peter spoke in told you he was breaking just as much as you were at the sight of Tony so tattered. It both broke you and brought you reassurance. 

“I’ll take care of her, Tony..” Peter’s whispered words shattered every guard you bore to keep yourself composed. It tore you to pieces, and how could it not? How fucked up did you have to be to try and push away the pain of losing your father? Your shoulders shook at the weight of the despair, the unbelievable pain that could not be bandaged. “It’s okay.” You could not tell whether Peter lulled the words to you or your father, but the two words were all Tony needed to hear before he, too, tore down his guards. 

The light fled his eyes the same moment the arc reactor shut off. The moment he died.

A gasp joined the mixture of your shallow breathing, your shaken sobbing, at the weight of Tony’s hand going limp in yours. He was lifeless, dead. Gone. Your father was gone. 

You pressed a tearful kiss to his fingers one last time before laying the hand at his side, leaning forward to shut Tony’s eyes to sleep forever. The second you leaned back, Peter wrapped you in his arms, allowing you to release the feeling and trauma of enduring the scene you knew would haunt you forever. 

The cost of his life for yours was a debt you would never be able to repay. A life–for–a–life kind of payback you knew you’d always fall short of. You just hoped he was right to keep you from making the sacrifice he was destined for. 

You just hoped you would be worth it. 

[moodboards-aesthetics]

Tony Stark aka Iron Man

[wingitbold]

I would never forgive Joe and Anthony Russo for downplaying and trying to erase Tony's trauma due to Howard's horrible parenting. Actually, let's stop sugar coating it. He straight away abused the kid. Caused emotional neglect that turned him into an alcoholic. A young Tony was a Sucker for some affirmation or acknowledgement from his own father that he never received. And then, that Tony, apparently was so amicable with him.

That interaction between Tony and Howard's does not resolve anything. If anything, it drives me up the wall. What was the point of that meeting? That the guy cared more for him as a foetus than him as a kid and human being with feelings?

Tony deserved better. He deserved that love and care from him that a child needs from their father. Not a throw away line in a recorded tape calling him Howard's best creation (he didn't even create it, let's be honest. Maria did) and then an awkward conversation with his past self about how concerned he is regarding parenting.

AND, Tony was consoling him! They made Tony CONSOLE Howard the jerk over parenting. 😒

It boils my blood!

[haridkrish]

New Ironman art that I made for my friend :)

[nashilayladragneel]

Do you ever hate the canon so much that you only cast along the sides of it and completely submerged in the fanon?

[queen-daya]

Bloody Tony Stark

👇🏼 Look under tag bloody avengers for more like this 👇🏼

[yoooitsemmers]

ok but like imagine-

Tony leaving Peter a message to Peter like the one for Morgan and pepper at the end of endgame. And it’s about how proud of him Tony is. Tony, knowing Peter, repeats “it’s not your fault” because it’s Peter and Peter will somehow blame himself for everything. And Tony knows Peter so he knows that he’ll through himself into self destruction for the “greater good” so he tells him to take a break from spider-man. And Tony knows because Peter is so much like himself when he was younger, and that’s exactly what he’d do. He tells Peter not to loose sight of himself, to not become vengeful, because he knows what that’s like. He tells Peter that he loves him.

[irondad3000]

Me: *is watching endgame*

Tony: *literally just walks*

Me: *bursts in tears*

[wynnd-citrus]

Tony survives! Anything But “Mr Stark” Pt. 2 :3

[tonysfarts]

tony's armor is nearly destroyed, he's covered in blood and very likely traumatized (he has never looked hotter)

[imembarressedsohere]

Multi MCU Ship Edit.

(Peter x MJ, Pepper x Tony, Wanda x Vision, Peter x Gamora)

also on instagram

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Natasha Romanoff aka Black Widow

[buckys-arm-and-rios-dagger]

Wild that the Russos are responsible for both the best and worst movies in the MCU

[sibmakesart]

Day 1 of

✨The (late) Marvel Advent Calender 2022 ✨