Everyone else is arriving now for Tony's funeral, a larger affair. Those that fought in the battle are coming, though not the whole Wakandan army or all the magicians Strange and Wong had brought, as there would be no room for them. Everyone else feels they should be there, to pay respects and honor him, whether they knew him well or not.

Grace stands with Happy in the backyard, looking over the long table of food meant for those coming, and reluctantly untouched by those already there, who wait in the front yard, near the lake. Grace messes with the hem of her black dress, pushes her bangs out of her eyes. She didn't put on make up, as she knew it would be running down her face if she did.

Happy checks his watch. "It's starting in an hour." Grace makes no response, seemingly staring at the finger sandwiches on the table, her mind somewhere else. "Grace?" Happy asks.

"You didn't even get to say goodbye," she says, not looking at him.

He can hear she's about to cry, and he puts an arm around her, side-hugging her. "Oh, no. I don't have to say goodbye — not really. None of us do. Because he's still here, in you. And Morgan..." She looks up at him, and he smiles softly. "You both got his smile, you know." She tries to smile a little then at the thought, and then Happy continues. "And that raised brow look. You're the spitting image of him when you do that. It's freaky."

Despite herself, she laughs a little.

She moves back inside, passing her mom in the kitchen, making more food as it distracts her from thinking about it all, and, on the front porch, she meets a friend, one she hasn't seen in person since she was eleven years old.

He called her, when he saw the news — the compound, Thanos, all of it. She had to tell him what happened and, later, told him to come to the funeral. It all pains him, but he wouldn't miss it for the world.

"Hey, stranger," she says.

"Hey," Harley replies.

"Finally taller than me, I see," she jokes, though he can see she's falling apart behind her sad smile.

He smiles sadly, too. "Finally..." After a pause, he turns to the girl next to him. "Um, Grace... this is Hannah. Hannah, this is Grace." Politely, she shakes Grace's hand. Grace had excepted her; she told Harley she wanted to meet her.

He had sent Grace pictures, but Grace thought Hannah was even more beautiful in person, with her long blonde hair and soft blue eyes. She has a sad, almost apologetic look on her face, and that's beautiful, too, in a tragic sort of way.

"I wish we were meeting under different circumstances," she says.

Grace nods. "Yeah, me, too. Harley's, uh... well, he's told me a lot about you."

"You, too," she says. "Though, he only first mentioned you about a week ago. Thanks for pushing him to ask him me out, by the way."

Grace chuckles. "You're welcome."

"Oh, and for your input on this." She lifts her left hand, showing Grace the engagement ring Harley had sent her a picture of months ago, along with a couple others.

Grace shrugs. "It was no problem. Every ring he picked out was beautiful, really; it's the one thing he's good at apparently."

"Hey!" Harley says, though he's glad that she's joking. It's normal, and it's a good sign.

Hannah laughs lightly, then excuses herself. "Well, I think I'll go and... look at some nature and let you two catch up."

Harley kisses her quickly before she goes, and Grace smiles a bit at that. He then looks back at Grace, and she asks, "You wanna come in?" He nods, and they go in and sit on the couch.

He asks, "So, um... how are things with you and Peter?"

"Oh," Grace says absently, looking around the house that feels so empty now. "Pretty good."

Harley presses her a bit further, knowing she's half in her own head, trying to get her back. "'Pretty good?' What, are things... weird between you? With the snap and everything?"

Grace finally listens, then turns to him. "You know, I feel like it should be, but it isn't. I... I've got the old Peter back, you know? He's exactly how I've remembered him for the past five years, and this is exactly what I've wanted for the past five years. And, yeah, I changed a little, but... even if he wasn't alive for the last five years, he's changed a bit, too. And even if he hadn't..." She sighs. "I mean, I'm in love with him, Harley. Like head over heels, bottom of the deep end in love. Still."

Harley nods. "Wow."

She laughs softly. "I know... It'll be different, for sure, but... a good different, I think. We'll just have to work through some things, but we can do it."

Not long after, the others arrive, including Peter and May. Grace hugs them both before going with Pepper to greet everybody else and thank them for coming. Happy stays with Morgan, to make sure she's okay.

And then, at the lakeside, they all stand.

Pepper and Grace carry it — the arc reactor, the one Pepper gave him all those years ago, with 'Proof That Tony Stark Has a Heart' carved around it, and it's surrounded by bright, fresh flowers — and then walk down, Happy and Morgan behind them, to the edge of the lake. The four of them manage to hold it together and, softly, Pepper counts, "Three, two, one...," and then they let it go.

They watch it float out on the water, Grace and Pepper, Morgan standing between them. Behind them stands Happy, Rhodey, Peter, May, Harley, and Hannah. Then Steve, Thor, Bruce, Strange, Wong, Scott, his girlfriend Hope and her parents, Nebula, Peter Quill, Rocket, Groot, Drax, and Mantis, T'Challa, Okoye, and Shuri, Wanda, Bucky, Sam, Carol, Maria, Fury, and Secretary Ross, and Clint and his family.

For a while, they just stand, everyone waiting for Tony's family — his immediate family — to decide when to disperse. Finally, shakily, Grace rises, and then Pepper follows suit, and they all begin to move back towards the house. Some go to the backyard, but others, the ones closest to them, go inside — Happy, Rhodey, Peter, May, Harley, Steve, and Bruce. Tony left a message, and they were all going to hear it for the first time, though for Pepper she would hear the beginning again; she's the one who found it.

A projection plays from Tony's Iron Man helmet, of him, talking. It hurts Grace to see it, to see him, and to know that he isn't here anymore.

"Everybody wants a happy ending," he says. "Right? But it doesn't always roll that way. Maybe this time...

"I'm hoping if you play this back... it's in celebration. I hope families are reunited, I hope we get it back and something like a normal version of the planet has been restored. If there ever was such a thing. Gosh, what a world. Universe, now... If you told me ten years ago that we weren't alone, let alone, you know, to this extent, I mean, I-I wouldn't have been surprised, but come on, who knew? — the epic forces of dark and light that have come into play. And, for better or worse, that's the reality Morgan's gonna have to find a way to grow up in. That's what Grace is gonna have to navigate.

"So I thought I probably better record a little greeting, in the case of an untimely death. On my part. Not that death at any time isn't untimely..." He sighs. "This time travel thing that we're gonna try and pull off tomorrow, it's-it's got me scratching my head about the survivability of it all. Then again, that's the hero gig, right? Part of the journey is the end." Then, he stops. "What am I even tripping for? Everything's gonna work out exactly the way it's supposed to." He shakes his head. "But... just in case, um...

"Pep. You know I love you. You know that. But I'll say it again. I love you. You know how much... how much I appreciate everything you've done for me and Grace. Before we were even dating, you were there. You helped me raise her. You helped me take care of her. I mean, honestly, I was lost. I barely knew what I was doing — and I know for a fact Happy didn't have a clue either, so don't let him tell you he did." He chuckles. "He helped, though. And you helped. And-And Rhodey. I could always count on you guys. But you, Pepper, you were able to help me more than anybody else. I just- I don't even know how to repay you, you know? I can't equal it. I can't. I'm a handful. And you're so... you're so sure. And strong. You're so... put-together, especially compared to me. And I love you — did I say that already? I love you, I love you, I love you. And, if I really am gone... maybe mourn for a little bit, but, if you find somebody else... then don't let me stop you. Seriously, Pep. I just want you to be happy. Whatever makes you happy. But, remember, mourn a little bit first. Remember me for just, like, five minutes. And then you're good.

"Okay, now... Morgan. Morgan, Morgan, Morgan. Maguna. I know it's gonna be tough for you, if I'm not there. But remember that your mom and your sister and Happy, and all your family, will always be there for you — I know they will. And even if I'm gone, I love you. I still love you. I will always love you. And you will always be my little girl, same as your sister. Remember that, okay? Remember that you are loved, and you always have somebody to go to. Remember me, if you can, but only the good parts. It's all... It's all gonna be alright, okay, pumpkin? It might suck at times, but it'll all be alright, in the end. Hopefully, if I'm gone, I'll be leaving a better world for you. And I want you to live in it. I love you three thousand, pumpkin.

"And last but not least — Grace. I'm sure you already heard but, even though you're twenty two and I'm supposedly not the boss of you anymore, you're still my little girl. Always have been, always will be. You dealt with the best and some of the worst of me, I'm afraid. You made me better. You saved me. That's why I named you Grace, remember? And I'm just trying to save you, and... well, I might have to... go to do that, but... it's not on you, okay? It's not on you or anybody else, it's on me. Or Thanos. Either one...

"Anyway, I know this'll be hard, but you'll get through it. You're strong. You're stubborn. So don't let this get you down — at least, not for long. Get out and see the world. I know you haven't been able to for a while now, and I want you to. Because if this new world is better than how it is now, I shouldn't worry too much, right? You'll be okay. And you're... well, you're capable now. You can fight your battles. You don't need me to protect you from them, especially when you got backup. And speaking of... Peter. If he's back — which I hope he is, he should be — stay with him. I'm sure I don't have to tell you twice, but... He's a good kid — he's a great kid — and he makes you happy. You make him happy. He's one of the smartest kids I've ever met, aside from Harley — you should introduce them by the way, if the universe wouldn't explode. He's also really, really selfless. To the point where you might have to stop him from being too reckless in his whole 'saving the world' thing.

"And Pete — because I know you're seeing this, too, since you must be back — I just want you to keep being you. That's all I ask. Keep being that friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. Keep being as kind and good and brave as you are. Don't lose that. Same goes for Harley; don't lose who you are, don't lose the best parts. You've grown into a kind, good, intelligent young man, and I'm proud of you. Oh, and, I'm sorry I won't be there for the wedding — if you're watching this, I won't, anyway. I'm sending all my love. Hannah's good for you." He grimaces. "Man, this is sappy.

"Look, the point is, just... stick with it. Grace, I know how much you love Peter, so stay with him. Even if gets hard because, well, it will. Love is hard sometimes. It's wonderful but it's hard. So don't give up. When the going gets tough, don't give up. I don't think either of you will, but just in case, you know?" He sighs, then stands from his projected chair, seemingly walking right over to where Grace is sitting to speak to her. "I love you three thousand, too, sweetheart, even if you only love me five. Don't forget that." Then, it's like he turns to Morgan, too. "I love you both three thousand."

And then the projection winks out, and he's gone again, and Grace is just... pained. So, so pained, and nothing can dull it, nothing can fix it, and he's gone and he's never coming back, and she starts crying and she can't stop and it all hurts too much, so she gets up and runs upstairs, away from it all, ignoring her mom calling her name and whoever else is saying it, whoever brushes her arm, tells her to come back. She runs into her room and she sinks to the floor and she holds the pedant on her necklace in her hands, the necklace he gave her, the one made out of the shrapnel that came from his chest.

Downstairs, everyone has tears in their eyes, and Peter looks at Pepper. "I'll go check on her," he says quietly, then turns and walks up the stairs.

He finds her room easily, from the sound of her sobs, and he stops in the doorway for a moment.

Her door is open, and she looks so... broken. Helpless. Lost. Pained. Everything.

Quietly, he steps into the room a little and asks, "Do you want to be alone?"

She didn't expect him to come up — why she doesn't know — but he's here, and she doesn't want him to leave, not now, when she feels like her heart has been ripped out of her chest, like everything is gone, the whole world falling down around her, on top of her, crushing her.

She shakes her head, and Peter is by her side in an instant, on the floor, holding her tightly, trying to make the pain go away.

She feels like that little girl, being held on the floor as she sobbed, not knowing if her father was coming home, a barely-a-teenager crying on the tarmac of an airport as her family fell apart, then crying in her mother's arms because her first — and only — love had just broken his promise, and then nearly an adult, crying on the ground because she'd just lost half of everything she knew, including him, that same love, her endgame, and then a young woman, sobbing for the loss of a mentor, a friend, a second mom that did everything she knew to do to help her, teach her, protect her.

She's vulnerable — more than she's ever been, a hole burning its way through her from the inside out as one memory, one feeling brings itself to the forefront.

Her real mother didn't want her. And the one who'd always wanted her, who'd given so much for her, is gone. And who will want her like that now? No one, not like him. No one alone can replace him, fill that hole. But they'll all certainly try — and, maybe, it'll work. Maybe it'll make it ache less.

"Peter?" she chokes out.

"I'm here," he assures her, crying himself now.

She breathes in deeply and shakily. "Tell me you want me... please."

Peter doesn't understand why — not entirely, not immediately — but he doesn't question it. He barely hesitates. "I want you," he says. He kisses her forehead. "I'll always want you." He pulls back just to look at her, at her brokenness, her pain. "And I'll never let you go as long as you want me too."

And she was right. That ache, at the those words, shrinks — just barely, but it shrinks.

And it will continue to shrink with time, though the memory of her father never will.