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Based off of a Pinterest post which will be shown at the bottom! Credit to the original people for the idea, I just developed it a little more Xx
Six shooting pains. Six deep aches.
They merged into one form of agony, and pulsed continuously through his hand; extending to the rest of his body with every pulse. Each heartbeat sent a surge of pain as if his chest was being torn apart. Pins felt as though they were stabbing at his spinal cord as he dropped to his knees, his muscles felt like lead, his nerves felt as though they were on fire. A shrill ringing was all he could hear, it was deafening to him. Then, a great ache overtook his body; he felt as thought he was being burned alive.
He trembled as his features contorted to one of pure agony as he let out a heart-wrenching cry that echoed across the battlefield. Yet no tears were in his eyes, just regret.
Distant, yet so loud. "Stark! Take my hand!" Peter Quill screamed, feet pounding against the ground as he raced to the broken man, whose eyes were vacant and unseeing. One hand was outstretched towards Tony, the other behind him. The first to grip Quill's hand was one of the youngest in the fight- Peter Parker, his eyes had a determined glint to them as he too ran and held his hand out for another to take.
He wasn't giving up on the man who hadn't given up on him.
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Quill gripped Tony's hand, a line of heroes linked to him; the others either rushing to the forming circle, or shielding it from Thanos' army.
Tony felt the pain in his body lift considerably, allowing him to regain part of his mind as he struggled to his feet with the help of Quill who had grit his teeth at the power coursing through his veins, making them a darker shade. His eyes trailed over the heroes, willing to die in an attempt to save him. Bravery would either be their downfall or their saviour. As the circle was taking shape, Steve gripped Tony's hand; the one holding the gems. His body jolted a little as he bared his teeth and took in sharp breaths; he held his other hand out and felt a rough hand connect to it. Clint had a hard look in his eyes, accompanied by tears shining in them but not because of the pain- he had felt much worse only moments ago.
Thanos growled in the back of his throat, glaring at the circle that had formed. He moved towards the gauntlet, only to be apprehended by Carol. With a new surge of resoluteness, she leaped from behind and locked Thanos into a headlock.
Shuddering breaths, and a pounding heart. Tony noted Peter, his Peter, amongst the heroes willing to die trying, willing to die with him. The kid's eyes were squeezed shut as his body shook slightly at the pain, but he didn't back down. A sense of pride filled Tony as his lip quirked upwards a little, good job kid, he thought, you're doing better than me already. Steve tugged on Tony's hand, making his gaze shift to the man beside him tightly gripping his hand. When they met eyes Steve gave a sharp nod and shifted his grip to Tony's wrist and mouthed, 'Together'.
With quivering fingers, Tony took one last glance at the battlefield before focussing back on Steve; wishing that Thanos was gone, that his army was gone... and that he never returns. Then. He snapped his fingers, and blissful silence came to the battlefield.
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