"I was supposed to protect her. I promised I would-" Protect the one thing he couldn't live without. The one thing in this world- back home- that he couldn't navigate without. How is he supposed to try to make it back when she's-
What's the point?
What's the fucking point?
He clutches her like a child, eyes squeezed tight against the hot well of tears, the knot welling in his throat. Sobs he's suppressing through sheer force of will because he can't break. He won't break. Stark men are made of Iron but iron rusts through so easily-
Her voice is the one thing holding him in the moment. No platitudes. No excuses. No condolences that mean nothing in the face of what he's finally, horribly certain he's lost. "Made her a suit- armor. I have armor that I use to protect the world, to protect her and- she hates it. Never wanted to need it but I designed one just in case."
Rescue that'll never come. Copper and gold that'll never fly.
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What's the point?
What's the fucking point?
He clutches her like a child, eyes squeezed tight against the hot well of tears, the knot welling in his throat. Sobs he's suppressing through sheer force of will because he can't break. He won't break. Stark men are made of Iron but iron rusts through so easily-
Her voice is the one thing holding him in the moment. No platitudes. No excuses. No condolences that mean nothing in the face of what he's finally, horribly certain he's lost. "Made her a suit- armor. I have armor that I use to protect the world, to protect her and- she hates it. Never wanted to need it but I designed one just in case."
Rescue that'll never come. Copper and gold that'll never fly.