|Quite Me, ((she's crying for her dad )) Mourn Me.|
Tony hadn’t really expected to find her. But he had stepped off of the elevator into the ground floor lobby, and there was Anya on one of the padded chairs, her knees drawn up and her backpack hugged closed to her chest.
He debated walking past her. He was a busy man, after all. It wouldn’t be far fetched for him to just walk past and say he hadn’t even seen her. He considered it. And then he heaved a sigh and decided he could be late for his meeting; people expected it anyway.
He sat down on the edge of the coffee table, glancing around as he tucked the corner of the suit back into her bag.
“Sorry,” she said after a few moments, scrubbing her sleeve across her eyes. ”I’ll get going soon. This was just the closest place.”
“Hm. It’s a big lobby. Pretty sure there’s room for you.”
“I just…I mean, usually I’m fine. But then I’ll see something, or hear something, or I’ll think ‘we used to do that together,’ and bam, the waterworks hit. You know?”
“Ah…kinda, yeah. Bit different on my end, though.” He scratched the back of his head. His end involved less sadness and a lot more anger, and more ‘I remember when he didn’t want to kill me, they were good times.’ ”You gonna be alright?”
She heaved a shuddering sigh. ”Yeah. I’ll be fine.”
“Good to hear.” He stood, mussed her hair just to get her to swat at him indignantly, and made his way off to his meeting.
It had made the attack on Manhattan seem pitiful. Heroes had come from everywhere—the Avengers, the Spider Clan, the X-Men, Daredevil, everyone SHIELD could contact and others that had come of their own accord—and heroes from everywhere died.
The Avengers gathered in the Helicarrier at the end of it all, tired and defeated despite the victory.
Tony passed his helmet back and forth between his hands, staring at the metal floor between his boots as the list of casualties was read off, until a name made him look up.
“Wait, wait, wait. Go back. What was that last one?”
“Anya Corazon,” Agent Hill repeated. ”Spider-Girl. Did you know her?”
“I—yeah. Yeah, I knew her.”