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Wasted. Everything is wasted. At this precise point of the story he knows. Tony knows that everything is lost. He is just standing here on a roof, looking at the deviated city in front of him. Somewhere over-there, so many dead bodies, too many for him.
He thinks about Nat and Clint, Vision and Wanda, Sam and Bucky. All dead. An explosion can be heard nearby, but Tony doesn’t care. He doesn’t care anymore about life.
He thinks about Steve. Steve who had always supporting him, who accepted him, who loved him, who he betrayed and who is now dead in his arms protecting him, because of him.
Him.
The problem.
It’s always been him.
This is his inheritance. The world he contributed to create which is also the world where he lost everything.
Like a nightmare, a deep voice comes from nowhere, like a echo, low and unavoidable: « I told you they would die for this ». So slowly, Tony stands up and faces the man who has been in his head for 6 years. Controlling himself, he tries to keep every inch of rage and sorrow inside.
He is prepared. He’s going to fight.
After all, what more could he loose?