I would just like to acknowledge that Tony Stark takes responsibility for his actions, Tony Stark admits when he is at fault, Tony Stark wants to better himself and the world, Tony Stark wants to protect everyone and tries his best to, Tony Stark cares so much, Tony Stark does what he knows is right no matter what anyone tells him, Tony Stark would give up everything for the ones he loves and has, Tony Stark has PTSD, Tony Stark’s greatest fear is everyone but him dying because he didn’t do enough to prevent that from happening, Tony Stark has a heart, Tony Stark is innovative, intelligent, creative, hard-working, clever, resourceful, responsible, honest, and witty. Tony Stark is more than a suit. Tony Stark is more than what he builds. Tony Stark is a superhero. Tony Stark is a role model. Tony Stark is not Iron Man because of his suits. Tony Stark is Iron Man because of who he is. Tony Stark is Iron Man.
“[f/n]! [f/n], just hold on!” Peeta pleaded, pressing his hands over the spear wound in your stomach. Your entire body shook and convulsed as you struggled to breathe. Everything had gone wrong. The sky above you was a dark grey, fat raindrops falling like tears against your skin, mixing with your blood. You could hear screaming but you weren’t sure where it was. You weren’t even sure your heart was still beating.
“No, you need to go,” you choked out, tears slipping from your eyes as you fought to stay conscious.
“I’m not leaving you here!” Peeta protested, eyes wide.
“I’m not gonna make it,” you hissed, squeezing your eyes shut as another wave of pain wracked your body. “Peeta, I’m bleeding out. I’m not going to take you down with me.”
Peeta’s face twisted with grief and he pressed down harder on your wound, still trying to stop the bleeding. You tried to push him away but you were too weak.
“Peeta, I won’t let you die for me,” you gasped out. You would bleed out for him. You could accept that. You had already taken a spear for him. This wasn’t that much harder. Technically, it was just an extension of that act but that didn’t matter. You had already come to terms with the way things were. Only one person could make it out of this alive, and it wasn’t going to be you. If Peeta didn’t have you to worry about, it increased his chances of winning. You refused to be his downfall. You could hear the muttations not too far off, howls and snarls approaching, maybe holding off just in case this would make an interesting segment for the viewers in Panem.
Peeta’s eyes were red and bloodshot from exhaustion and crying, “Please, just hold on,” he begged, “Please, hold on, [f/n].”
You lifted a hand as best you could to touch his arm. You only spoke one word before your strength failed you completely. “Win.”
Okay but can someone make a Shiro tribute to the song Back From The Dead by Skillet bc I have the song stuck in my head and I keep thinking of how everyone thought Shiro was dead but he was just fighting in the arena and etc etc PLEASE CAN THIS BE A THING-