Tony stared around and saw the havoc the bastard wreaked on them as a team. He watched his wife as she flew by, rescuing anybody in her sight.

He saw Strange holding back a torrent of water.

He watched as Peter shoot through the sky and his heart burned like flesh in acid.

It wasn't going to last.

Sacrifices were needed.

And the last time they had only one, it hadn't worked out.

Natasha Romanoff saved half of the people in the universe by laying down and sacrificing herself believing she still had red in her ledger. Now it was Tony's turn to save them all.

He wanted to tell her how sorry he was it had to be her, how she didn't have red left, how it couldn't have been avoided, and how happy everyone was now they had families back. And he meant to tell her.

He wasn't going to wait.

So he watched closely as Carol fought the demon who stole his life, his friends, his 'son'. He watched and planned. As Stephen held up a hand with one finger popped, Tony knew what to do.

He'd lay down on the wire and let the other Avengers crawl over him to the other side.

Even if that meant he was left on Death's door. As Tony stepped up to grab the gauntlet he choked.

The Tale of the Three Brothers.

Morgan would never hear that story again. But never the less he inched forward. As he grabbed the gauntlet he knew there was one way, one chance, one choice to make.

He owed it to everyone who wasn't with them anymore to try.

As he snatched the stones from Thanos's hand, Tony studied their appearance. He held his hand up they clinked into place.

Tony knew what to do.

How to do it.

Out of the 14 million, this was it. This was the Endgame.

"I," Tony struggled as the power coursed through his veins.

"Am," His voice grew stronger.

"Iron Man."

Snap.

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