Chapter Text
You huddled in a ball, hands braced against the back of your neck as bits of building and alien rained down on you. You waited until the pelting sensation stopped before you glanced around, saw the coast was clear and immediately took off running again. You didn’t stop to think about those you’d left behind. You didn't give yourself a minute to grieve for the dead you’d seen on your way, you just forced one foot in front of the other as you silently fled with the rest of the city as far from the wormhole as you could get.
In the distance, you could see the red and blue flashing lights of the cop cars, keeping anyone else from entering the danger zone. You glued your eyes to them and pushed yourself even harder as you ran for your life.
You were almost there when you felt something catch the back of your shirt and start pulling you back towards the hell you’d just escaped. You cried out and scrambled ahead of you for anything to grab ahold of, but there was nothing in reach. You were helpless as the bony fingers curled around you and pulled.
“Let go of me! Let go!” You ordered, squirming away as dozens of more hands reached out and grabbed at you. You struggled in vain as you were lifted in the air and bodily carried back to the heart of things. You watched in horrified fascination as you were carried past the destroyed remains of New York as a single group of six people fought to save your world. You watched as a missile was shot out of nowhere, Iron Man guiding it through the city and up through the wormhole.
You watched as an explosion ripped through the wormhole and Iron Man himself fell out of the hole, out of control. You watched as a green beast shot out of nowhere and intercepted Iron Man halfway to the ground. You watched Hulk lay Iron Man on the ground and his teammates circle around their fallen comrade.
Then, you were dumped on your ass and time seemed to freeze as it always did when a life destined for so much more seemed to hover on the edge of this world and the next.
You glanced up at the faces of the dead who had dragged you kicking and screaming to this moment and then you looked at the frozen body of Tony Stark.
You felt the dead crowd behind you, each placing a hand on your back as they helped funnel power into you and then you reached over and placed a hand against Tony Stark’s mask. The helmet melted away until your hand was cradling his face and you leaned forward, doing what you’d been summoned here to do.
You breathed LIFE back into him.
Tony jolted awake, his eyes wide with fear as he took everything in. The sun shown around you, haloing you in golden light as you smiled down at him and stroked the side of his face with your thumb. “You’ll be alright.” You murmured. “Just breathe.”
“Am . . . am I dead?” He asked, taking everything in with a scientist’s eye.
You threw your head back and laughed for the first time all day. “Not yet. You have too much left to do.”
“But you’re an angel.”
You smiled down at him in amusement. “Not quite.” You murmured.
You could feel the spirits pulling on your clothes again, and you could feel your own body shutting down and knew you couldn’t stay though there was a part of you that wished you could.
You always had a connection to those you brought back. But there was something about Tony Stark that made you feel like you’d given even more of yourself to him than you ever had before. You wanted to stay. You wanted to make sure he was truly okay.
“Be well, Tony Stark.” You leaned down and kissed his forehead before you let the dead lead you away.
Tony closed his eyes and in the next second, a furious ROAR ripped through the air. Tony’s eyes flew open and he scrambled in his panic. Hulk and Captain America stood next to him, looking like he’d just come back from the dead.
He glanced around the street, but there wasn’t any sign of the woman who’d just brought him back to life.
He swallowed hard and tried to rejoice in a job well done with the team but he couldn’t get his mind off of his angel in blue.