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(Post Avengers. This idea has been sitting in my idea box for far too long, and I feel like it needs more, but we will see lol)

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Tony sat in one of his jets as it headed towards Europe, staring down at paperwork but definitely not doing it because who the hell wanted to do paperwork after nearly dying in a wormhole? 

Wormhole didn’t even seem like the right word for it. Not a big enough word for the gaping tear in the sky that had opened wide above New York, not a big enough word for the peek Tony had been granted into the horrible beyond that humans pretended to want to know, but oh god. Oh god, Tony didnt want to know. Not anymore. Not after he had flown into it and stared into an emptiness that wasn’t as empty as it should have been.

No, it had been crawling with life, or whatever those mechanical beasts had that passed for life. 

Crawling. Full. Spilling out into their atmosphere and literally raining hell onto the people below and Tony could only stare with his eyes wide open as he saw the terrible things he had never known. 

And know he knew too much. 

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