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naferty · 6 years

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So I’ve been writing a little something something during my spare time when I get the sudden urge for the au and it’s also an old writing style I’m hoping I haven’t forgotten.

I won’t upload this anytime soon over at ao3. From just the draft alone it’s looking to be a pretty big piece, and with FP still going on I’m not about to have two working at the same time. I think I’ll fall into a coma if I try.

I’m posting here a bit of a preview for the first chapter, setting everything up for the au. I kind of hope the writing style is distinguishable between my works, but I’ll let you wonderful readers be the judge of that. It would mean the world if you let me know if there’s any difference in the styles, or if this is sounding pretty much the same.

A little info. This is a time-traveling au with Tony jumping back and changing everything. Thanos basically won and this is their last, desperate option. Many things will go into it, but the bottom like, Tony will end up living a new life with a new name and new appearance while trying to prepare everyone for Thanos’ invasion. His ship I haven’t fully decided. It’s looking to be stony, but could easily change to something else, depending on the direction it heads. Winteriron is close, and pepperony will always be referenced in it. Who knows, maybe even a new ship can be born out of this.

There wasn’t much left in the world. Nothing but a barren wasteland. An empty shell of what had once been and what could have been. At least for Tony.

His world had been yanked clean from underneath him. Ripped at the seams with only withered and decrepit stitches hanging in a last attempt to keep whatever’s left together. Tony had half a mind to just yank those stitches and surrender to the inevitable. There wasn’t much left to do. He had already accepted that long ago. His hope crushed and buried along with the remains of what used to be his family.

It had been months since he last heard his name said in a tone of caring and desperation. Months since he had heard “I love you,” and even longer since he last saw the smile of youth before it was burned away in agony. The image of a body who had once been a happy man forever engraved in his mind.

The Mad Titan had come, had saw and had trampled with little resistance. Tony’s nightmare come true, and even after he poured everything he had, all his blood, sweat and fear, his soul, it hadn’t been enough. He only slowed. He never prevented.

The group of individuals who had been brought together to do the impossible, to fight the war nobody else could, to protect the weak and protect the future… had all been for naught. The idea as dead as the trust that had been broken.

Here Tony stood. In the remains of what had once been a beautiful city, carved from its people, its technology and in myth. Left as crumbled as the rubble by his feet. First to be attacked and one of the few places left standing. Wakanda became shelter to many, and yet so few.

He gazed at the landscape. Half the jungle and land scorched. Buildings shortened and lights that had once brought the city alive gone. It was cliche to say it housed the resistance, when they weren’t enough to even call themselves a force. It still stood, thanks to the leadership of a king, and warriors and allies that had managed to push back.

Tony had joined shortly after it became evident they weren’t enough to protect all of the outside world. The reunion as short-lived as the battle that had commenced. The army had been small, giving them false hope that would soon become their downfall. The wrench between them far bigger than they realized, unscrewing the remaining bolts and breaking down their foundation.

They had underestimated and believed themselves capable with only half the strength, when in reality they needed each other, but it had been too late. The holes had been far too large to fill, giving the Titan a chance to pick them off one at a time. Soon they became too few. So many lives lost with more added everyday. Hope dwindled until almost none was left.

Not all gave up, however. Whereas Tony had nothing to fight for anymore, weakened by the years and crushed by the death of his loved ones, others continued the battle. Pointing the direction and leaving him to follow. Should he wish to, all that required of him was to lie down and allow death to embrace him.

The king made sure that was his last alternative. Reminding him there were still lives to keep and allies that needed him. Sometimes requiring a firm hand in order to make him see reason. He has had worse.

So long as there were souls living, he fought. So long as souls lived, hope remained. That hope soon manifested into one last chance. Change the course before it occurred. To change the past for a chance of a future.

Stephen Strange had brought forth the possibility. With the Time Stone already at play what was one more, unrecommended, reality altering break? The threat of time and space collapsing couldn’t be worse than their bleak future brought upon them by a mad, death courter.

“What is to prevent the Titan from simply using the Stones to follow?” T’Challa had asked once Strange had finished explaining.

“This spell comes with faults. There’s a reason why I couldn’t find it until now. It’s only a miracle the book it resided in was still in one piece,” Strange said. “The spell doesn’t simply throw you across time. It cuts all connections. You won’t have a past and you won’t have a place. Your soul is ripped from space itself.”

Tony filed the information away. “What does that even mean?”

“In a sense, you don’t exist. You don’t get affected by any changes in the timeline. If you were to go to a time where you are still a child, get that child killed, you would still remain. You cut all connections to yourself. If you were to go you won’t be able to come back. You’ll no longer have a present and you’re no longer associated with what could have been your future. This spell will break you from the cycle.”

“I see.” This spell would be a one time deal.

“Breaking from time and space will prevent Thanos from tracking or sensing the change. Not even the soul will be found. Whoever agrees will become a ghost to fate.”

Whoever agreed, whoever took up the sacrifice, would erase everything they’ve ever been.

“Free of the consequences of the changes,” T’Challa reiterated, “and yet to forever wander aimlessly through fates plan.”

Tony shook his head. “Fate’s plan had big, tall and ugly come to destroy us all. If that’s what was meant for us I’d rather fate shove it back in their -”

“There are many paths set out for us all,” Strange interrupted. “Our choices decide for us which rode we’d follow. Changing one decision will lead us down a new road, but ultimately have similar or the same results. Someone outside the cycle might be able to cut through those roads with no consequences of the changes to themselves -”

“And lead us to a better future,” T’Challa said.

“Or at least give us a better chance,” Strange finished.

That’s all I’m posting. Did it catch your interest? It’s a little on the serious side, but will be a lot fluffier than it sounds. Main focus is family, Tony learning to forgive and let go, and chances. While it’s fluffy, Tony is a little on the manipulative side, but only to those he hates at first. Then he grows to genuinely care.

Do you see a difference? Or is it about the same style as the rest of my works?

#text post #long text post #naferty writes #forged by my own #is the title of it #as for when i'll post it #if ever #probably not anytime soon

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