Tony’s funeral.
Pepper’s crying. Happy and Rhodey too, mourning their best friend. Peter walks up to casket of his mentor, his father figure.
“milk,” he says, in a deep voice.
Tony bashes out of the casket, grabs Peter by the collar “WILL YOU FUCKING LET IT /DIE/ ALREADY?”
tony: *beefed up to the max, 6ft tall, muscles bulging, stomps over into the kitchen*
bruce: *SPITS OUT TEA* WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED
steve: :( he sucked my dick so hard the super soldier semen took effect
tony: *rips the fridge door off its hinges* *deep voice* Milk
Steve, lying in his cold bed, december 2020, leaning over to pick up his phone:
Tony, at the Bahamas, watching morgan and pepper build a sandcastle: hey bitch so how's bucky been 😎
steve: imma just go fix up those soldiers in siberia and then ill go fix things with tony
natasha: so what's it like to live life doing handstands on the edge of the abyss?