Welcome to my Life | chaoticaftermath
Peter was out jogging. Most people didn’t think of him as being normal with normal likes, but he was much like anyone else. Aside from the everlasting snark and brief psychotic episode, at least. Jogging early was something he had started as a teenager when playing basketball. The air was cooler and the evening dew hadn’t evaporated yet, which gave a fresh rain type of scent to the air.
“Not again” This wasn’t supposed to fucking happen again. Up until this very moment, Tony had been under the strict impression that he, himself and his person had all come to a unanimous agreement that the first time he propelled himself into an alien wormhole would be the last. But now where the fuck was he? In another god damned wormhole.
He was hurtling himself forward with fragments of J.A.R.V.I.S’ voice reporting to him the latest loss of operations. It was all uniform anyway, exactly like the last time. He knew that shortly, the blazing fireworks display of alerts on his screen would black out and the suit would die. He would soon after follow suit. Some pun intended. There was no phone call this time. There was no smiling contact picture of Pepper in the corner of his screen or fading messages from the Avengers. The air was dead and for all intensive purposes so was he. So he closed his eyes and when the time came where his display cut off and the air pressure in his suit dropped, Tony did not fight the creeping pull of unconsciousness.
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Having passed out mid transit, Tony did not observe the portal shifting below him. What was once an endless dark abyss suddenly became the sun-lit dirt floor of a forest. Unlike the abyss, this place was finite in its space, which would soon be tested as his suit free fell from a tear in the sky above the preserve and crashed full force into the ground. The portal vanished, and with it went the good weather of Beacon Hills. The clouds, agitated, turned dark grey and the sun retreated behind the call for rain. A downpour began near instantaneously and the water slammed against the sheen of Tony Starks Iron Man suit to a spastic rhythm not unlike his pulse. The suit, lacking connection to its servers that did not exist in this world, was now degraded to being a protective yet captivating shell around Tony himself, his arc reactor glowing at its core with the occasional and threatening flicker.
