Prompt: Write a piece based on a scene from a movie or TV show that makes you cry.
Sorry for the feels
Hope filled my chest as I saw the battle rage on through the screen, my favourite characters fighting for the most important prize of the past 12 years. Heroes fought and villains fell as the camera pans to follow each individual character while they fulfilled their role in the ultimate war of good and evil, the fight to get back what was taken 5 years ago. The winning piece was passed from hero to hero until finally landing in the hands of the second in command, believed to be the smartest man to ever live and the only reason the heroes had a chance to redeem their loss from years prior. Once that piece was in his hands he had a choice, though his decision was already made, a choice to sacrifice himself for the greater good or allow someone else to take his glory.
He thought for a split second, does he give his life, take his daughters father away from her, in order to give those around him a better life? Should winning come at such a great cost? He thought, he decided. With a shadow of hesitation he raised his hand, 5 stones facing his adversaries' shocked face.
‘I am Iron Man.’ He spoke with finality before snapping his fingers.
There was no turning back and burning pain shot through his left arm and right to his heart, with all the damage it had already sustained he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. He would never get the chance to say goodbye to his daughter, to kiss her on the head one last time. His daughter would never know what it felt like to cry on her fathers shoulder and rant about teenage drama, love troubles or a bad report card. She would never know what it felt like to laugh until you cry at his terrible jokes, to work alongside him in the lab or get caught sneaking in the house at ungodly hours of the morning.
Soon his knees buckled and his wife caught him, gently laying him on the floor so he could die comfortably. Her sobs shook her whole body and for a second he regretted his decision, he had put her through so much and she allowed him to. She allowed him to completely move their lives and move away from New York, she allowed him to push her around way back when she was his assistant. He put her through so much and now he’s leaving her, leaving her alone with their daughter.
How was she going to explain this to her? Was she simply to go home and tell the 5 year old that her father wasn’t coming home and leave it there? Would his daughter hate him? Think he didn’t love her enough to stay with her? Oh god what had he done.
‘Mr Stark? Mr Stark?’ The kid, the reason he even tried the stupid time heist in the first place.
Tears spilled from Peter’s eyes as he held his father figure’s hand, saying goodbye once again. He made this worth it, Peter made all of this worth it. Tony knew he never should’ve dragged Peter into the avengers buisness, he knew he should’ve kicked him off the space doughnut the moment he had a chance. Peter died once because of him and now this is him returning the favour. He’s dying to give Peter and Morgan better lives, lives with people and opportunities. Lives full of hope for the future opposed to the impending dread that followed everyone the past five years. People like Peter were why the avengers formed and Peter is why Tony Stark had to die. He made a promise the first time he met the kid, to protect him at all costs. Everything he ever did since meeting him was to protect him, whether he realised it or not, even this. His death was to protect Peter and make sure he can live on in the world. That he can go to college, find love and become the second greatest leader for technological advances the world had ever seen (after himself of course), Peter made this all worth it.
“Good bye.” He tried to whisper but wasn’t sure whether it was heard or not.
With those final words Tony Stark’s world became black and everyone one of his fellow heroes stood around him slowly fell to one knee. A sign of respect for a fallen soldier. Everyone on the battlefield that day put their differences aside to celebrate and acknowledge the sacrifices given by Tony Stark to ensure they could live
In that moment, as Tony’s eyes slipped shit for the final time, he was the greatest hero ever to walk the galaxy and his fellow heroes made a vow that everyone they met would put respect on his name.
And with this vow, The world said goodbye to Tony Stark
The smell of fresh flowers flooded my senses as I made my way through the garden, blocks of blues, yellows, pinks and purples graced my sight. My hands touched the different plants as I continued, roses, hydrangeas, peonies, forget-me-nots, gladiolas, magnolias, African Violets, plus many more I wasn't Knowledgeable to know. They were so beautiful, so soft, so perfect. The hues complemented impeccably and spacing allowed for all flowers to be showcased without one dominating the other. No person could've planned this any better.
As I continued to walk the cold stones began to feel damp on my slightly numb feet. There was a pond. A crystal clear blue pond ordained with creeping Jennys, pickerels and cardinal flowers. The red of the cardinals struck a stark contrast against the soft purples and greens of the creeping Jennys and pickerels. Despite this contrast, it all still looked perfect. Not one leaf out of place or ripple too strong. Even the Koi in the pond swam at a perfect speed, not making too much disturbance to the pond yet still making themselves noticed.
I stopped for a second, just a second, and looked around me. Taking in the colours smells and sights that almost overwhelmed me. Almost. I wish I could stay here forever, looking at the flowers, enjoying the grass between my feet and watching the Koi enjoy their lives. Their lives of no stress and no responsibilities, a perfectly blissful life.
Continuing my adventure through the garden I noticed something wooden sat in front of a bush of peonies. A small bench swing almost completely engulfed in pale green vines and smaller pink flowers. The chains were slightly rusted but I still tried to sit in it, surprisingly stable. Gently rocking myself, like a mother would rock a baby to sleep, I could get a perfect view of the garden. The flowers, the pond and two small stone statues of cherubs playing instruments, one with a harp and the other a type of guitar with a round base.
It seemed as though they were staring into my soul, judging me for simply being here. For running away from my responsibilities, for leaving my family and friends behind while I sat and watching.
My heart yearned to be here, to stay here forever in the tranquillity. Forever just free, free to rest, free to think, free to simply be. Alas, I can't stay here.
I slowly stood up and started to walk back towards the entrance of the garden. Feeling as if the statue's eyes followed me as I moved. The sound of the pond rippling was quickly being overpowered by beeping and yelling, faint and distant but defiantly there.
As I took one last look at the garden I vowed to return, maybe not soon but eventually I will return to this heavenly garden. Right not, my family need me.
