Ashed. No one that's here was in New York when it happened. All the Avengers- they were in Wakanda. He doesn't know exactly when the mess with Venom and co happened but, they were on the other coast entirely. How would they know? All she had was Happy.
Oh, fuck. Happy.
Tony sits, breath caught in his chest as he extends a trembling hand, palm up, waiting for the ring. He knows what'll be on the surface, the powder fine, utter wrongness of the ashes, but he needs-
It's the ring. He's only held it and worried over it, argued with himself over hows or whys or what ifs for the better part of eight years. Since she put her hand in his chest and held his figurative heart, promising it was going to be okay. Since she took Iron Man in as much stride as possible. Since she stepped up above and beyond even his greatest expectations as CEO. He'd know it anywhere by feel.
"Her engagement ring." A beat, and he has to ask to be sure. He knows the answer but-
Looking in that box is fucking beyond him right now. Shoulders hunched, every upright fiber of his being snapped, the hollow of his chest scooped out entirely he huddles in on himself, eyes dark and distant, brows pinched, bottom lip caught in his teeth. "...Liv. What else was in that box?"
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Oh, fuck. Happy.
Tony sits, breath caught in his chest as he extends a trembling hand, palm up, waiting for the ring. He knows what'll be on the surface, the powder fine, utter wrongness of the ashes, but he needs-
It's the ring. He's only held it and worried over it, argued with himself over hows or whys or what ifs for the better part of eight years. Since she put her hand in his chest and held his figurative heart, promising it was going to be okay. Since she took Iron Man in as much stride as possible. Since she stepped up above and beyond even his greatest expectations as CEO. He'd know it anywhere by feel.
"Her engagement ring." A beat, and he has to ask to be sure. He knows the answer but-
Looking in that box is fucking beyond him right now. Shoulders hunched, every upright fiber of his being snapped, the hollow of his chest scooped out entirely he huddles in on himself, eyes dark and distant, brows pinched, bottom lip caught in his teeth. "...Liv. What else was in that box?"