You seriously thought you had achieved one of your biggest dreams by becoming an Avengers. Live, speak, fight alongside the greatest heroes in the world! Who wouldn't dream of it?

Well, everyone who imagines the pain that follows.

It wasn't your fault Natasha died. If Peter, Wanda, Bucky and everyone else disappeared after Thanos snapped his fingers. You were just a child. You shouldn't even have been there.

You could say that you were 'lucky' that Tony decided to take care of you after this war. You no longer had family, no friends and were in an unspeakable depression.

You seriously thought everything was going to be better when you and the others managed to find everyone. Hugging Peter, crying in Wanda's arms and finding that stupid smile on Bucky's face again... All that remained was to beat Thanos. With everyone back, it should have been simple, right?

Well you probably didn't expect to see Tony, your new father figure, transform his costume into a glove to collect the stones and...

Oh. No.

Everything but not that. Not him.

Without even thinking, you jumped on him while he was still assimilating the power of the stones. You sat on his chest, holding his hand firmly on the ground as yours shook in terror, forcing his fingers not to touch. You ignored the cries of the others behind as tears threatened to flow down your cheeks

"Kid? Kid, what are you doing? Get up, it's not time to play!" Tony tried to struggle uselessly against your powers, before seeing your face.

"Kid..."