As you followed
Maria to the line of black vehicles that had been parked behind the hospital,
your mind raced with the worry that Tony would run back to the team and tell
them that he had found you alive and living this alternate life. It was
bad enough that you had to face him, but the idea of having the rest of them
searching for you with him just left you feeling exhausted at the prospect of
running. With every few steps further away, you turned back to glance
over your shoulder, looking for your teammate to be following, but he was never
there. A part of you was relieved to see that he wasn’t giving chase, so
that you could focus on moving into the next life chosen for you, but a larger
part of yourself was feeling an overwhelming sense of disappointment.
Tony had come all this way to find you, and now it felt as if he had given up
all too quickly. At least it felt that way until he stopped you from
taking your first step into the vehicle with a gauntlet-covered hand pushed out
in front of you.