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CHAPTER SEVEN

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CHAPTER SEVEN.

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—IZETA, SYLVINA, PEPPER, AND MORGAN SAT ON THE COACH WATCHING TONY'S HOLOGRAM, HIS MESSAGE.

                Rhodey and Happy were behind the women, tears in their eyes.

             They arrived back in America yesterday, for Tony's funeral. Izeta looked out of the window to see Sam's back, Pepper had invited him in but he had declined, saying this was for Tony's family.

      Izeta rolled her lips as she looked at the hologram, God, she missed him so much and he hadn't even been dead for a week. Even worse, Sylvina hadn't taken the news well, at all. She was confused, mad. Mad, because her lovie and uncle Tony were gone. They weren't coming back.

             "Everybody wants a happy ending, right? But it doesn't always roll that way. Maybe this time. I'm hoping if you play this back, it's in celebration. I hope families are reunited, I hope we get it back, and something like a normal version of the planet has been restored. If there ever was such a thing. God, what a world. Universe, now. If you told me ten years ago that we weren't alone, let alone, you know, to this extent, I mean, I wouldn't have been surprised. But come on, you know? The epic forces of darkness and light that have come into play. And, for better or worse, that's the reality Morgan's gonna have to find a way to grow up in. As will Sylvina."

     Tony's message projected off of his Iron Man helmet, Rhodey, and Happy had put it on the table.

                   "So I thought I'd probably better record a little greeting . . . In the case of an untimely death on my part. I mean, not that, death at any time isn't untimely. This time travel thing that we're gonna try and pull off tomorrow, it's— it's got me scratching my head about the survivability of it all. That's the thing. Then again, that's the hero gig. Part of the journey is the end. What am I even trippin' for? Everything's gonna work out exactly the way it's supposed to. Besides, we got Izeta if anything goes wrong—" They watched as he bent down, looking straight at Morgan, "—I love you 3,000."

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