This story is based off the wonderful manwha written by the talented Haribo, At the End of the Road. Please go read it and support the author!

You can read a bunch of the beginning chapters for free here: en/comic/attheend

Expect the first few chapters to follow the plot, but it will deviate soon ^_^

Enjoy~

The teenager was slammed into the wall again, a fist slamming into his stomach. This caused him to lurch forward and cough violently, falling to his knees. The man in front of him grabbed his face, and whispered darkly into his ear. The group of people behind him laughed. He then slammed his head against the wall before walking away. The group moved forward to take his place, as they pelted his body with punches, kicks, and spit. The teenager didn't try and fight anymore, he had long since given up.

Once they were gone, the teenager put his torn clothing back on the best he could, and left the school grounds. He could have just headed home, but he decided that he wouldn't be going back. In fact, soon he wouldn't be doing anything anymore.

He bumped into several people along the way, but never stopped, he had one goal in mind and one goal only. The student walked to a bridge, on the route back to school. The sky had gone dark long ago. He swung his lanky legs over the railing, and stood on the edge of the bridge.

Looking down for a second, eyes empty of emotion, he thought about his life. Then, with no regrets, he let go. He fell, fallings towards the street, as an oncoming truck screeched to try and stop. But it still slammed into his falling body. The teenager's world faded around him, as he gave one, final thought.

I want to die..

On the other side of the world, the battle of the century was happening. The Avengers against Thanos. The battle was painful, hard, and long. Nobody knew how much farther they could go on..

Thanos was powering another attack, as the magical violence swirled around them. Tony saw who he was aiming for. For Steve.. In that moment, he made a split second decision. He flew forward, grabbing as Thanos' gauntlet and pushing it up. The magic gauntlet protected the user, but not Tony. He screamed, his suit imploding around him as he flew down.

His body was in extreme pain, limbs felt like they were missing. Tony wheezed out, seeing the blurry faces of the people around him. They were screaming, begging. Steve in particular, tears streaming down his face as he realized Tony had saved him.

Taking a deep breath, Tony wheezed out,"Don't waste it.. Don't waste this chance.." His vision began to fade, noises sounded like they were underwater.

Suddenly, another blast flew forwards, and Tony's world shut down around him. In those final moments, Tony felt like he was floating in the darkness. Just before everything finally faded away, one more sad, desperate, and regretful thought flew through his mind.

I'm sacrificing myself for the greater good..

But I still want to live..

The next thing Tony knew, his vision came back. He saw the blurry form of.. An IV? His eyes snapped open completely. He sat up quickly, looking around him. The blanket was green, there were plastic borders on the bed, he was wearing pajama-like clothing that had a blue and white vertical pattern, sun was shining despite the blue curtains, and all the walls were white. I'm in a hospital?

Tony frowned, looking down at his suddenly very pale hands in confusion, one clutching at the. He brought one hand closer to his face, flexing it slowly. I'm alive? He thought in shock. How am I alive? My body, I was torn apart..

He turned away, no longer facing the window or looking at his hands. Turning towards the nightstand, Tony saw a mirror. But the person looking back at him in the mirror.. It wasn't him.

The person in the mirror had messy red hair that fell into their freckled face. In the long hair was a spike of white hair right near the front bangs. He took the pale hand, lifting the messy bangs and looking at the face closer. The face had one blue eye, and one brown eye. The lips were soft, and slightly feminine looking. The nose was (described), and the entire pale face was covered in freckles.

Tony let out a panicked noise, too shocked to realize how different the voice sounded. He slapped his hands against the cheeks, running his hands through the hair, and tugging at the hair. He turned to look next to him, but there was no one else there, so he turned and looked back at the mirror in confusion.

Confusion beginning to boil and overflow, he waved his hands around, trying to see if what he was seeing was real. He brought the hands to his cheeks again, eyes wide with confusion. What's going on?! What is this?! Who are you?!

Tony threw the blanket down, forcing himself on his shaky feet. He then stumbled, crying out as he flopped to the ground. He wheezed, forcing himself up again and running to the door against the wall. Sliding it open, he found a small bathroom. The mirror in it showed the same person, but it wasn't Tony. No, no, no, what's going on?! It can't be! It's impossible!

Tony was finally realized he was panicking, and forced himself to take several deep breaths. He calmed down, and looked at himself again. He ran a pale hand through the hair. Is this a dream? But this feels so real?! His heart began to speed up again, but he quickly clutched at the pajamas and took more deep breaths.

Unable to look at the strange, unfamiliar face anymore, he left the room he tried to think of what could have happened after that explosion. But nothing came to mind, nothing about how he was alive, how he survived, how he had all his limbs still.

Tony felt a sudden creeping sadness crawl through him. His arms hugged his suddenly very skinny body, as he choked out a sob. He slid down the wall, knees coming up to his chest and crossing his pale feet, sobbing into his knees. It hurt so bad, he didn't understand.. He hated this. He didn't know what to do..

Before he could fall into a bigger panic, the bigger door slid open. In the doorway stood two people, one looked to be a doctor. The other person was a man with blue eyes, and brown hair, wearing a black trench coat over black suit pants, a white dress shirt, and a red tie. His eyes were wide as he stared at Tony, whispering something Tony couldn't hear, and running over to him.

He pulled the panicking man into a hug, causing Tony to panic. It had been so long since he'd been touched without being hurt, he couldn't help but panic. "Ah! L-let go!" He cried out in the unfamiliar voice,"Let me go! Where am I?! Who are you?!"

The man pulled away, and Tony scrambled back against the wall. The man looked broken, shattered, because of what Tony said. "You don't.. You don't remember me?" He asked, though his voice was hard to hear for Tony. But slowly, he shook his head to the question. "I don't know who you are.."

The man gasped again, his hand going to his mouth, as tears began to fall down his face. "Oh, son.." He whispered,"I'm so sorry.."

It was in that moment, Tony realized what was going on. He was in someone else's body, in someone else's life. This person, it was this body's father..

But if he was in this body.. Did that mean the other person was in his?!

Did that mean that they were dead..?

Then.. Then what was Tony supposed to do now?!

"Three months?" Tony whispered in shock. He was now sitting on a stool, facing the doctor in his office. The father was standing next to Tony, his hand clutching his tie nervously. The doctor had just explained that Tony had been asleep for three months, but it didn't feel like that to him.

Tony felt like one minute he had been fighting Thanos, then the next minute he was in this body. It made him wonder if everyone was okay, if they had won the fight. Since he was still alive, he guessed they had. But he couldn't check yet.

The doctor nodded, and softly responded,"It must be hard to believe, but you've been unconscious for three months since February. When you were first brought in, you had no brain activity at all. But right when we were about to pronounce you dead, you began breathing again. Brain damage was minimal, but it was almost like you refused to wake up."

Tony's eyes were wide as he listened, slowly nodding. The doctor then pulled up his clipboard. "I understand that you don't recognize your father when you first saw him," He began, looking at Tony through his glasses. "But where exactly do your memories end? Tell me what you do remember."

Tony looked down at his lap, squeezing the pajama pants between the pale hands. "I don't remember anything," He sighed,"It's all blank, I don't remember anything.. I don't even remember my name.."

The man next to him gasped out in what Tony guessed was horror and sadness, and seemed to be struggling to hold in his tears. Tony squeezed his eyes shut, trying to ignore the flaming pain squeezing at his heart. I feel like I'm stealing your son, I'm so sorry.. But I don't know how to fix this..

"The symptoms seem very severe case of retrograde amnesia, probably because of the trauma from that truck accident," The doctor explained, beginning to write something down.

"No!" The father exclaimed,"It- It can't be! He's been through so much, it's just too cruel. I don't want Jamie to suffer anymore.. Tell me it isn't true!"

The doctor sighed, placing his pen down. "I'm not here to sugar coat things, sir, I'm here to state the facts. There is only a small chance he may regain his memories, all you can do is be there for Jamie and be patient and supportive. Don't rush him, don't expect him to remember everything instantly, it will only confuse him even more. All you can do is be there for him, don't treat him any different, he's still family. He may be able to remember," The doctor said.

The man weakly nodded, wiping his eyes. The doctor then took Tony back, doing a few tests on his body. All the while, Tony felt like he was in a daze, unsure of what he could say.

When he returned to the room, he saw the man from before pacing the room. There was a suitcase on the hospital bed filled with a few things Tony could only guess was brought to Jamie while he was in the hospital. The man then noticed Tony at the door, freezing up, before he wiped his eyes furiously.

Tony felt a blush creep up his system, as he stared back. One could feel the suffocating tension in the room. What do I say in this situation? I've never had someone care about me like a father.. But I'm not this person's son.. Tony almost growled, clenching his fists. I feel so helpless!

"Jamie?" The man's voice called out, jerking Tony from his thoughts. "Do you.. Really not remember me?"

Tony wanted to cry, seeing the pain in the man's eyes. He wished he could say yes, that he remembered. But to lie to this man, and possibly say the wrong thing. No, he couldn't do that. So instead he shook his head.

"No, I'm sorry.. I don't," He admitted, before quickly declaring,"I want to! I really do! I'm sorry.. I'm sorry I can't.. I want to so bad but I-"

Suddenly, the man yanked Tony into another hug. Tony tensed up in surprise, but slowly melted into the touch. "It's okay Jamie," He said calmly,"You're awake, you're alive. That's all I need, okay? I wouldn't be able to handle losing you after losing your mother. Just having you here, that's all I want for now."

The man pulled away, his blue eyes filled with sadness, but still seeming happy. "Come on, I'll take us home, and then I'll answer any questions you have," He promised.

That's how Tony found himself, wearing a blue long sleeved shirt and black jeans. He was staring at his palms as Jamie's father drove them home, the world around him seemed blurred. His mind was jumbled, he seemed to be thinking of everything. What were the avengers doing? How did he get home? Did his body die? Would he ever find out?

But there was one, singular question that rose above all others..

What do I do now?