#i have sooooo many thoughrs on endgame

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Could you possibly do a major fluff piece with Post-Endgame Tony x Reader where the reader’s having PTSD and flashbacks of the events (we shall assume Tony survived because the alternative is too damn depressing) ?? I’m in a mildly angsty-fluffy mood today.

Thanks x ❤️

I feel like I need one non smutty thing to balance the smuttiness, so this is perfect. Thanks for the suggestion, babe! Mentions of PTSD, self doubt, etc ahead

When you were younger, you thought you’d have a nice, normal life. The biggest moment that you’d dwell on being your graduation or marriage or first pet or house, but no. You were a low-level Shield agent. And you fell in love with Tony Stark

Your life was far from normal.

And the biggest moments of your life were death-defying ones. Your first kiss with Tony was after one of his self-sacrificing moves. He proposed to you over the phone during a battle.

And then, there was the bad moment. Or the bad battle. Fighting against Thanos was hard. And when your future husband, the love of your life, is one of the only humans on the battlefield, you had to be there, too.

You saw him get knocked down. You saw him take the Infinity Stones. You saw the plan in his eyes as the stones tore his suit apart.

So, you did something stupid. you grabbed his hand. The pain was worse than you imagined. Like trails of fire stemming from your fingertips and into the rest of your body, but you didn’t care. You held on.

“What are you doing?”

You would’ve shrugged if you weren’t in that much pain. Still, you smiled. “Making sure you’re not alone.”

And, like the heroes they were, everyone joined. First, Rhodey, Pepper, and Peter. Then, King T’Challa and his family. Wanda, the guardians, Steve and his friends. Thor, Valkyrie, and Asgardians. Everyone started joining hands, and the pain started to fade and fade until it was a pinprink on your finger.

When Tony snapped Thanos and his army away, his right arm looked burnt, and the metal looked like it was melting into his body. “T’Challa!” you cried.

Thankfully, his royal highness rushed Tony to his sister’s lab. After hours of surgery and waiting, he was stable.

After, you and Tony were broken, different, in too many ways. Flashbacks, panic attacks, and night terrors were a regular thing in the Stark household.

Because sometimes, in your dreams, you weren’t able to take Tony’s hand. You couldn’t, and Tony snapped by himself. All while you had to stand from a distance and cry over him. And it didn’t matter how many Avengers knelt in his honor or how many people told you how sorry they were. He was gone, and you were-

“Honey?”

You nearly choked on air. Everything was too close. Why was everything too close and loud? What was that sound? Silence, ringing, something, but it was too much. You left from wherever you were to somewhere where there was only air touching you.

Where even were you? Were you safe? There was movement behind you, so you spun around.

“Hey, it’s me. It’s Tony.” Something shone under the moonlight. A wedding ring. Around Tony’s finger.

Right.

You wiped your tears and looked around. You were in the hallway outside your bedroom. Tony didn’t die. You reached him in time. Everyone did. He was ok. He was right in front of you. And the ring. You married him.

“Tony,” you said, your voice dry. You were going to reach out to him, but instead, you opted to hug yourself and rub your arms. How stupid you were. Tony nearly died. He lost an arm, and there you were crying over someone you hadn’t lost.

When Tony’s fingers brushed along your arms, you started to really process his words. “-here. I’m ok, and so are you.” He wrapped you up in his embrace and kissed the top of your head, and when his vibranium arm pressed into you, the coldness made you sob.

He lost part of himself, and he was comforting you?

“I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for.” His words were soft, and it was hard to resist Tony’s silver tongue. “We went through shit.”

You laughed, tears in your eyes. “You went through shit.”

He took a second to think about what you said. Then, his vibarnium fingers stretched over your skin. “You mean this, huh?” You laughed a little. “Well, this probably isn’t half of what you went through because I’m me.”

You immediately opened your mouth to say something about not comparing pain, but he already knew what you were gonna say. “I know what you’re thinking, now apply it to yourself.” He leaned down so his eyes lined up with yours. “You went through shit. You’re allowed to have nightmares and panic attacks and all that crap we hate.” He rubbed your arms. “And I’ll be here. Cause guess what?”

You sniffed. “What?”

“You saved me. Because of you, I’m alive.” He smiled and held your face ever so lovingly. “You stepped up and took half my pain, literally. Then, everyone followed suit, taking half and half and half until it was barely anything.” There were tears in his eyes as he rubbed circles into your cheeks. “I’ll be here, because the least I can do for the woman who saved my life is love her for the rest of her life.”

Your battle against the aftermath of tragedy would go on, but you didn’t care. Tony would be with you. It was leagues better than being alone, and maybe his silver tongue can convince you to be better.

Laughter bubbled up within you. “We did go through shit, huh?”

“Yeah.” He laughed with you and pulled you back into his arms.

For a few moments, the two of you stayed in the comfort of each other’s embrace before heading back to bed. While the blanket was over you, it was Tony that gave you enough warmth and comfort to help you sleep again.

#smutty saturday #tony stark x fem!reader #tony stark x reader #tony stark imagine #tony stark headcanons #fem!reader #i have sooooo many thoughrs on endgame #and this is only one of the alternate endings i think of lol