Minnie with daisy, Clarabelle are in charge will be only for ladies like princesses, maidens, warriors, girls, female animals villains ladies, heroines and ect
That mortimer what part of ladies night didn't he understand
And the boys mickey, donald and goofy have their night off and surely horace, max, donald and gus's nephews will also have the night off
Daisy's nieces are in charge of music
Duchess from the aristócats Surely he received a call from Tom to ask him for advice on what to do with the Kittens
Chip and dale came to do sexy dancers like the Stripper Dancers
The only boys who worked Girls Night Out were Mike and the penguin waiters.
I loved the fashion show
Jasmine should know that Clarabelle is a cow
Well, Cinderella's fairy magic only lasts until midnight.
Summary: Everyone grieves differently. How did those around him grieve Tony?
Word count: 1,070 words ⚰️Contents: Discussions of death, grief, mourning
A/N: This is colossally, phenomenally, ridiculously late for both Sim’s 3K Writing Challenge, which was due on June 30th, and also Tony Stark Bingo which ended on the same day. I am so sorry I’ve been in a rut y’all, but I’m yanking myself out of it, and posting this is step 1.5 (I posted an already-written chapter of ALSEPH the other day and that was step 1). My prompt for Sim’s challenge was the moodboard above, which felt eerie and grief-like to me, so I paired it with the Grief box on my bingo board. Anywho, enjoy!
I saw advice not to put links or tags in original fic posts for searchability reasons, so I’ll reblog with my taglist, tagging Sim and linking the challenge, and linking my masterlist.
Everyone goes through grief differently. Everyone processes trauma in their own way.
Happy bought Morgan as many cheeseburgers as she wanted, kept a close eye on Peter and Harley. He was the best godfather Tony could have asked for, since it was a privilege just to have been asked. His godfather duties technically did not extend to the teenage boys who were not even Tony’s real progeny, but Happy took his role very seriously. It was in honor of his best friend, after all.
Pepper first took a break from her work to focus on Morgan. That was the greatest gift Tony had ever bestowed upon her. Then, she dove back into her work with vigor. She diverted more money to the September Fund and took personal care to review all submissions, not just hiring or giving money to individuals who entered but properly mentoring them, just how Tony would have wanted.
Morgan didn’t really know how to grieve, at first. She was only four. But she knew enough to know that he wouldn’t be offering her any more crickets for lunch, wouldn’t share any more late night juice pops, wouldn’t tell her any more bedtime stories. Accordingly, she clung to her mother like nobody’s business. She hated being alone, because sometimes she would hear his voice calling her inside and that would make her cry. On her fifth birthday, she escaped her own party and went on an archaeological dig in the garage, scrounging for traces of her dad.
Steve hasn’t gotten over the death of anyone ever, in his whole century-long life. Part of his insistence on living in a long-departed past was a stubborn refusal to accept Tony’s death. He went back to the forties and married Peggy, which of course put him back in close connection with his old friend Howard. By the time the seventies rolled around, Grant Carter looked different enough from Steven Grant Rogers, aka Captain America, to be out in public more, to spend time with more people who didn’t know the truth of his identity. That included Howard’s lovely wife Maria and their newborn son. Thirty years had passed, while simultaneously it would be another fifty years until the dire event came to pass. And yet he still cried when he held little baby Anthony in his arms. He told him stories, while he was still too young to remember, of a man in a suit of armor flying high in the sky and saving the world with a snap of his fingers.
Bruce became the new head of Research and Development at Stark Industries, and held the first Anthony Edward Stark Memorial Professorship of Bio-Physics at MIT, Tony’s alma mater. Both positions at once turned out to be too overwhelming, but he found his passion in teaching, and settled on the latter. By attempting to take on both, Bruce was trying to fill a hole he felt Tony left in the world all by his big, green self, but in the end, he had to resign himself to the fact that no one could replace the great Tony Stark. All they could do was work towards the future Tony had been trying to build.
That message took longer to take hold in Peter’s heart. He tried for longer to be what the world, or at least the media, clearly expected him to be: the next Tony Stark. It took nearly dying several times, a colossal mistake of trust that almost caused the end of the world, and unwillingly sacrificing his anonymity to make him take a step back and finally just… decide to be a kid for a while. Give the superhero thing a rest. Of course, now it was supremely difficult to ‘just be a kid’ because the world knew who he was, and while he was fortunate that they rallied to his side and his enemy was defeated fairly quickly, being a teenager became exponentially more difficult once there was the added element of fame. Peter would tell you to be careful what you wished for, because in the end, his life grew to resemble that of Tony Stark in more ways than he anticipated or ever hoped. But at the same time, in a weird way, that made him feel closer to his former mentor. Every time someone would stop him on the street for an autograph, or try to hit on him, or offer him alcohol even before he turned twenty-one, he felt strangely connected to Tony. And that helped him move on.
It took Bucky much, much longer to come to peace. Without Steve by his side, he felt lost. He floundered. Some days, he wondered if his entire life would be different if he had just gotten the chance to apologize to Tony before he died. Maybe then he wouldn't still be wallowing in his guilt months later. Maybe then he would be off his ass by now, helping erase the red in his ledger. Doing some good to counteract the bad he was forced to do for seventy years. Sam helped, the Wakandans helped, but it took a long time before he was able to get back on his feet again. Ironically, the person who mourned Tony the longest, hardly knew him at all.
And the person who knew him longest, helped him find a second life. Sometimes people forgot just how much of a genius Rhodey was. In college, he was constantly in Tony’s shadow. Sometimes he was no more than one step behind him, but Stark’s outgoing nature and his famous name typically served to keep the attention focused squarely on him. And when Rhodey entered the military, he didn't need to use his tech genius. Even as an Avenger, his role was enforcement, fighting. While Bruce tried to fill the gap Tony left behind in the scientific community by being everything Tony had been, Rhodey tried to fill it by rebuilding Tony. At first, Pepper was concerned that it was an unrealistic, fruitless, crazed, grief-driven fever dream. But with help from Carol’s pool of knowledge of otherworldly technology, his own under-appreciated genius, and thousands of hours of recordings from FRIDAY and JARVIS’ memory databases serving to create a fairly accurate representation of his personality, Rhodey managed to build the AI system, TONY.
And the world never had need to mourn Anthony Edward Stark again.
