❝𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕣𝕖𝕕𝕠: 𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕒 𝕗𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕠𝕣 𝕒 𝕗𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕪 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕘𝕠𝕖𝕤❞

𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐞 - 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐨

Let me start this off by saying... I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Mr Stark, I'm sorry.

Because, when I saw Dr Strange hold up his finger, and that look on your face - that look that mean you were going to do something extremely selfless, and completely, utterly, stupid - I had to do something. Anything.

But instead I could only watch, helpless, as you lunged for Thanos.

It was at that moment that it clicked. The gauntlet that Thanos had on, that was mad out of your technology - your nanotech. And your suit is also made of nanotech.

Oh. Oh no.

You were going to take the infinity stones and snap Thanos and his army away! But the radiation from the stones... It would kill you.

I had to do something. I couldn't let you die. 

Thanos hit you away from him and then snapped his fingers, saying "I am inevitable", and a hollow clicking sound rang out. That was when I knew that I was correct.

Gasping, I threw myself at you, reaching for your right arm. I knew that my suit - the Iron Spider suit - was also made by you. And also nanotech. Perhaps we could share the power of the infinity stones. I knew that it would be reckless and pretty much as stupid as your decision, but I know that stopping you is impossible, and that was the only choice left. 

Don't ask me what I was thinking, because I wasn't thinking. There was only one thought in my mind, one thing that I wrapped my motivation and consciousness and will around, and that was Don't let Mr Stark die.

I latched on to your arm, and I felt the suits fuse together. I know you felt it too.

"I'm sorry, Mr Stark, but it I can't stop you, I'll just have to do it with you," I whispered, "I'm sorry."

"Kid, why? You'll die. Don't do this," I vaguely remember you protesting, trying to shove me off.

But it was too late. The stones already set into place, and you proclaimed, in one last act of defiance, as Thanos and his army looked on in fear and horror, "I am Iron Man."

My face contorted as, together, we snapped, dusting away Thanos and his army. The radiation coursed through my veins, and I registered a scream - I think it was me - in agony. It was worse than when I dusted, tens of thousands times worse as the power raced through me, burning through my arm and spreading to the rest of my body as I willed the stones to give me the brunt of the power - to spare you, to let you live.

It had only been a few seconds, but it had felt like eons. Enough time for the universe to have been born, to have died, multiple times, in an endless loop, as I watched the life and death of our Earth, our galaxy, our universe.

The nanotechnology finally separated, and I whispered, again, "I'm sorry."

I fell backwards, and I heard someone yelling my name, felt someone shaking me, shouting at me to keep my eyes open and stay awake, sobbing. But I was tired. So, so, so tired. My eyelids felt like lead, and no matter how hard I fought, I couldn't keep them open.

Closing my eyes, I mumbled again, "I'm sorry."

It was a split second. I had a quarter of a nanosecond, and there were millions of thoughts racing through my head that I'd never be able to tell you. I realized that I'd never get to see MJ again, never get to tell her that I love her. I wouldn't see my twin sisters, Evie and Elyna, again. I couldn't say bye to Ned, apologize for giving my life away. I wanted to reassure you that I'd be okay, and I couldn't.

But know this, Mr Stark, I'm not scared. I'm not scared of death. I'm ready. I've been reading the whole time. And I know that eventually it would come, that I would die. I would never know when, how much time I had left, how I would die, but I had accepted that I, like everybody else, like this universe, will eventually die. That in the end, no matter how far away that end is, there will be oblivion. So there was nothing I could do but prepare for it, to face it. Every time I go out on patrol, every villain we fight, I know that I might die. Then and there. But I was okay with it, because if I have to go out, then I dam well know that there is no better way to go out than sacrificing myself for Earth, for our universe, for all of you guys to get a chance to live. I know that if I had to go out, I want to go out in the middle of battle, avenging the world and all of you. And that's what I got, what I will get. 

Don't mourn me. You can remember me, and I know that I will live on in your hearts, but don't obsess over me. I'll be okay, and I'll see you again someday, eventually, in Heaven. Don't grieve over me, celebrate me. Celebrate my life, my achievements, celebrate my sacrifice.

I know that this will cause you pain. Greater pain than any other, and I'm sorry.

And then everything disappeared, crumbling into dust and blowing away into the wind. 

*sobs*

I'm sorry guys. Not really. Excuse me for a moment. My eyes are raining. But of course I had to add sad stuff. Well, more sad stuff. 

I love you guys, please don't kill me!

*commits autodefenestration* 

- L