One by one, watched his comrades fade to dust. Somewhere out there, his new comrades on Titan were joining the casualties. Across time and space, Tony was mourning right alongside everyone else. His body trembled from the highs of the adrenaline wearing off, and he loosely hugged himself. God, all he felt was cold.

This didn't make sense. Except it did.

They couldn't have all failed. But they had.

Tony looked to Peter, lost. He never allowed himself to look anything but absolutely certain before the boy, and he masked it, summoning his will.

"I'll save you."