Ghost of Christmas Future

[st_arkintern]

"Mr. Stark?"

Peter stands at the edge of the bed that Tony shares with Thor. He wears the Iron Spider armor Tony made for him, the faint glint of the moon through the thin slit between either side of the curtain reflecting off the suit's dark colors.

Peter's hair is styled differently from the Peter here at the inn; it's longer, more wild, even floppy. School had grown more and more demanding as the end of his sophomore year approached and balancing school and his time as Spider-Man was difficult. He had promised May he'd maintain his grades as part of the Spider-Man Negotiations of 2017, but criminals didn't stop just because he had two papers to write by Friday, a quiz tomorrow, and a test next Tuesday.

Hair had been less of a priority. Peter couldn't put off his homework if he wanted to continue being Spider-Man; he couldn't put off his evening patrol if he wanted to protect Queens, either. There were no serious long-term consequences to not getting his hair cut (save for perhaps more bullying from Flash, who was prone to bullying him anyway). A haircut could wait until later.

Peter always thought there'd be more time later.

Tony doesn't stir. Peter presses his lips together -- a nervous habit acquired when he was still alive -- and draws a little closer. He resists the natural urge to place a hand on Tony's shoulder to wake him; he knows that his fingers will slip right through. Instead he repeats, this time a little louder:

"Mr. Stark?"

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[st_arkintern]

"Love you too, Mr. Stark."

Everything suddenly blips into darkness and Tony's returned to his room.

Peter is gone.

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

The beautiful graveyard faded, as did the group. Tony was left standing off to the side of his bed, as though he never left. His cool mask slowly cracked and his face contorted in sheer grief, lowering himself to the bed soundlessly.

[st_ormbreaker]

Quiet as Tony is in his grief, Thor still somehow manages to feel the mattress shift as he sits down. Thor rubs the sleep out of his eyes and pushes himself upright.

"Tony?" he asks, groggily. He reaches out and touches Tony's shoulder.

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

Tony didn’t respond, nor did he even react. He was cold—more than cold. He was a void. He sunk forward onto his forearms and merely existed.

[st_ormbreaker]

When Tony doesn't respond, Thor knows something is wrong.

Thor throws off the comforter and pushes himself off the bed. He looks down at Tony, brows knotted with concern and presses the back of his hand to Tony's forehead.

He doesn't feel especially warm.

Thor crouches down in front of him and tries to catch Tony's gaze. "Tony, are you okay?"

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

Tony was doll-like in Thor's hands, his dark eyes flitting in his direction but seeing nothing. The word was slow to come to his head, but distantly he registered Thor's presence.

Thor.

Thanos.

Peter.

Peter.

Tony tore out of bed, shoving right past Thor towards the door in a blind panic.

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor grabs Tony by the wrist to stop him. Thor stands and looks at Tony, agitated, panicked --

And now, Thor is more than just worried.

"Tony." His hand snaps up from his wrist to Tony's shoulder; the other one joins it. Thor holds Tony in place.

"Tony," he says quietly. "What's going on? I'm not going to let you leave until you tell me."

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

The sudden touch was a shock to his system. In his frantic state, Tony whirled around and aimed a repulsor readying fire right at Thor's face.

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor holds his hands up in front of him.

"Tony, it's me," he says. "Thor. I'm not going to hurt you. You're awake."

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

The light of recognition flickered in Tony's eyes, though it did little to help his panic. "Peter." He rasped, looking around the room uselessly. "W-Where. Where is--" He made for the door again, gauntlet swinging at his side.

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor feels a momentarily relief at Tony's response. Panicked as it is, it's more than he's gotten out of him so far.

Thor catches Tony's wrist again and maneuvers in front of him, blocking his exit out.

"You can't see Peter while you're like this."

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

"Thanos! Here! I just saw--I just--" In Tony's mind, he was firmly but calmly insisting a perfectly logical point, but it came out like a desperate scream. When that argument didn't immediately work, his other arm coated itself in his arm and superheated in Thor's grip. His feet propulsors activated, sending both of them flying back towards the bed.

[st_ormbreaker]

For one moment, a flash of panic washes over Thor at the prospect of a Thanos-ghost wandering the inn. He wills the thought away; he has to stay focused on Tony.

He opens his mouth to say something else, but before he can, Tony sends the both of them flying back.

Thor quickly grabs Tony's hands and knits their fingers together.

"Tony. Thanos isn't here."

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

At some point, Tony ended up pinned by his hands on his back against the blessedly forgiving surface of the bed. His body broke out into shivers, reasoning slow to follow as the adrenaline aftershocks wracked through him.

"I did." He insisted, though it was quieter and questioning. "I did. I saw--I saw...it's not me. I'm--I'm there."

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor can feel Tony trembling against him. Is he going into shock? Thor's not entirely sure what he should do if he is. He had studied many things, but Midgardian physiology wasn't one of them.

"Tony, you're here with me. In our room. You're here. You're not anywhere else."

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

"I'm not--I'm not." Why wasn't Thor listening? Why weren't the words making it out of his brain? Was what he experienced even real? It was! It was! And in some deep region of space, there he was, fighting through wounds without hope of rescue--

Tony began to hyperventilate, jerking in a useless struggle against the sensation of being trapped. A full minute of this frantic push and pull occurred until Tony could feel the warm weight of Thor's hands on his, and process his gentle reassurances.

"I'm not dead." He murmured through his slowing breath.

[st_ormbreaker]

"You're not dead," Thor affirms. He runs a hand over Tony's now-damp hair and inhales deeply.

"You're not dead."

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

At Thor's apparent confirmation, Tony nodded along. Numbly, he mirrored Thor's gesture, running his fingers through the man's hair for the tactile feedback. His usually-deft hands were clumsy and harsh.

"Peter--he--is he safe?"

[st_ormbreaker]

"There's no reason he wouldn't be." The inn had been mostly-peaceful for the months he'd been there. The one time there was an assault on the inn, everyone at the inn had immediately known about it.

Nothing had disturbed them in the night.

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

Tony's gaze shot to the side of the bed where Peter had first appeared to him.

Empty space.

He looked back to Thor as his head fell back, unable to clearly see the man for the salty sting lapping at the corners of his eyes. "...Tell me I can trust you. Please."

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor looks down into Tony's glossy brown eyes as he says it.

"You can trust me."

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

Holding his stare for a moment that stretched into eternity, Tony broke it as he clenched his eyes shut against the flood of bitterness and grief welled up within him. His armor vanished, leaving him a defenseless man trapped in place.

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor lifts the one hand still holding Tony down. Tony is in such a state of distress and he feels powerless to help it.

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

At some point, Tony managed to exhaust himself, completely and utterly. He managed to pull the rest of himself onto the bed and lie down in his usual orientation, though he was utterly still, staring at the spot that Peter disappeared.

"I'm here. I'm here." He repeated almost too softly to be heard.

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor sits up beside him, and runs his hand over Tony's head as if to confirm what he's saying.

He's here.

Thor doesn't say anything until he is sure that Tony is calm enough to answer.

"Tony... what happened?"