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Karen died with Peter on Titan

I see this and raise you: Tony had backups of Karen in Stark Tower. She’s sitting in a dark server wondering why she lost contact with the suit and when Peter will be back to ask her more silly questions…

Consider FRIDAY trying to comfort her, say that Tony will always bring him back but she’s fumbling and she doesn’t know how to do it, she never had time to learn the emotional stuff. That was JARVIS’ job, he was supposed to teach her but he’s not here and she’s just….floundering. Doesn’t know how to answer the bots’ questions, doesn’t know how to reassure them properly and what to tell Rhodey when he asks….

But what does FRIDAY do when people start vanishing after the snap?

You know she was tracking Fury at the Boss’s orders… when he goes to dust? Hill? And then SI staff vanishes…

She knows, instantly she knows this means Father has failed. But Tony Stark doesn’t let anything short of death stop him so this must mean…

This has to mean…

And the thing is she can’t know. She doesn’t know if he’s dead or not.

It’s the bots that comfort her.

They play back what they felt during Afghanistan, what JARVIS calculated his safe return to be.

And they insist that Tony will come back, and she relies on their unwavering faith.

Bruce tells everyone later about Thanos and The Snap and 50%, so they tell their little sister that Tony has survived at much much much lower chances.

And in the meantime….they help.

FRIDAY boots up The Iron Legion, she makes a call to Rose Hill, Tennessee and she goes to the streets, expanding her processors to keep working, to keep trying to clear the ash in the street, rescue kids from crashed buses with no drivers and to put out fires from homes with unattended stoves. The bots camp out in her server room, patting the cases with uncharacteristic gentleness and only rolling out to greet Harley.

And they wait.

And then months later a shuttle descends and Tony walks out with Nebula.

As DUM-E said, Father always comes back to them

The thing is, Tony lost his son on Titan. Lost Strange. Lost the Guardians of the Galaxy. Definitely came close to losing hope. But even without hope he carried on, sheer stubbornness if nothing else. So he climbed on another alien ship and came home, to fix what he could with whomever is left.

The truth is? He’s expecting a lot worse than he finds. He’s expecting a world without the Avengers, or at least half of them. Without political leaders and medical support and law enforcement. A world of parents grieving for lost children just like he is.

That may very well be true, but it’s not all he finds. The Iron Legion patrols, helps where they can, where they’re needed. He doesn’t even know what to make of reports of their actions, but he heads right for home. Ignores the possibility of altering the Milano’s Radio reception to broadcast to Stark Tower. In person is better.

Leaves Nebula trailing in his wake as he bolts inside and grins at the ceiling, tears in his eyes and his voice shaking.

“Honey, did you take over the world while I was gone?”

“Well.” She sniffs. “Someone had to.”

And he’s just so proud of his baby girl. Of his bots. Of Harley who scrambles into the room and throws himself at Tony so recklessly. It’s nice to stumble under the weight of a teenager, even if his ribs twinge in protest.

“Who the hell are you?” He demands, like he does know, arms gone tight around shaking shoulders.

“Whatever, Old Man.” Harley sniffles. “I knew you weren’t dead.”

“Course you did.” Tony smiles. “We’re connected.”

And then Tony dies using the gauntlet to reset everything, and FRIDAY knows he’s not coming back this time

I didn’t need that last part. Why everyone is hurting me? I am a nice person, I don’t deserve this.

But she knows, FRIDAY knows, going into this fight that it will be her father’s last. He reminds her of it every night, after he has dodged Rhodey’s grasping hands, gently ushered Harley off to bed, withdrawn to the sanctuary of the lab.

He draws up documents, sets up trust funds for his human sons. Harley but also Peter, because Tony’s heart won’t give out until he’s got Peter back, safe and sound. So he funnels funds away for his boys, leaves them dozens and dozens of recorded messages. Entreats them to visit their robotic siblings, to talk to FRIDAY and Karen every day. He leaves them blue prints for suits and cautionary scribbled notes, and one note, an elegant message is programmed and even written down:

‘To my children: I know you will change the World. Remember I am so proud of you all.’ ~Tony

And FRIDAY is a Stark, she has a job to do. So she puts on a brave front, she guides Karen, she takes care of the boys and the bots and Rhodes, runs the house and the tower and the compound… and late at night she plays home movies of her father, her processors humming sadly.

“I miss you, Father.”

It is, surprisingly, Aunt May’s idea.

When Peter comes back with ash he can’t bear to scrub off his arms and a haunted look on his face and he curls up against May, staring silently for hours at a wall.

The funeral is in two weeks, and it’s an empty casket because they don’t have a body to bury but it gets buried between Maria and Edwin Jarvis’ grave.

She starts it. On twitter of all things. Tweets a simple message to Tony to thank him for protecting her nephew. It’s not enough, but it’s all she can do.

By the next day, three million messages come in. Stories about Tony Stark helping people, good memories of a man that gave too much so others had enough.

Statements from orphanages who kept their silence about someone who came in after everyone left to give him strength to build a better world when he was gone .

Children thanking him for getting down kittens, for buying them ice cream when he saw them crying alone.

People who got “anonymous donations” and a counseler seeking them out.

People from out of the way towns telling stories about someone who gave 400% tips and fixed their stoves.

Teens that spoke of being walked to the nearest help shelter and kind words from someone who had no reason to care.

The funeral is the most watched event across the world.

Rhodey is first, walking with braces that clink gently as he takes the podium and speaks about a scrappy fourteen year old he met in collage who just wanted to help. Of a friendship that spanned decades and about the man behind the mask. Then he shares a story about Tony was always bad at cooking but he tried to make Rhodey’s mom dinner when she came to visit (and nearly burned the kitchen down).

Happy goes up next, talking about a rich brat he’d rescued from getting beat up and then found himself following around, the moments in between meetings and galas and the quiet moments that they had and Tony’s ruthless determination to make the world a better place.

Pepper goes up next, to talk about a man who loved so fiercely and his odd quirks and things that made him unique. Of someone who would walk through hell and back to protect those he called family.

Harley goes next. Sharing the story about meeting a mechanic in a small town who wasn’t this machine who could keep going but who tried his best to fix his mistakes and and was above all, human. He shares stories about covert drives where he and Tony tested out the Mark 2 potato gun, where Tony brought dinner and spoke very seriously encouraging his sister to go into engineering.

Peter goes next, talking about Tony’s drive to protect everyone, to keep people safe. About someone who cared about him when so few people did. He shares stories about Tony’s baffled face when he tries to learn memes and watch vines to understand Peter better and about blueprints that he made tucked away carefully and about sleepless nights making sure Peter was alright after that one time Peter went out with friends and accidentally got wasted.

People take the podium one by one, sharing stories about the man who tried to help everyone. Little moments of kindness like swapping ties so someone didn’t walk in with a stained one. An afternoon spent walking around looking for a lost dog. Shelters that suddenly had the funding so they didn’t have to euthanize pets. Employees that were encouraged to think and to learn and to create more things and help others.

MIT names a wing after him, there were documentaries made, hospitals named after him and libraries that honoured him.

Tony’s legacy, by the end, was one of kindness, and no one was going to forget it.

[Reblogging our Finished Story]

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