After the events of Civil War, Steve, Natasha and Sam were forced into hiding. After a tragic event he is fighting to gain control of his body once again. No one knows if he will win or lose, the only thing the Avengers can do, is hope that he will...
We were all on our way home, everyone is silent from what just accrued. I was sitting in the back of the ship with James next to me, both of us were on the verge of tears and screaming. Neither of us were too happy to be going back to the tower without Steve here. T'Challa hovered over Central Park for us to get out since he didn't want to get close to the tower. We all filed out and were surrounded by people wanting to know what was going on, a few had their phones out while others were yelling.
I pushed through everyone trying my best to get back without falling over and crying. When I managed to get free there was this little girl who walked in front of me, "Where is Captain America?" With that one little question, that one little stupid question, I dropped to the ground while my armor covered me and started crying. "Tony, it is ok" James placed his hand on my back trying his best to calm me but it just hurt so much! Yes he was a jerk at times but losing him this way was the worst thing that could ever happen. I heard the others talking to the interviewers that were asking what was going on and where Steve was.
James helped me up and we both started to walk to the tower, thankfully no one followed us since we weren't answering the questions they were all asking. It was about half an hour when everyone else joined us. "Did you tell them what happened?" Everyone fell down into seats, "We didn't but they are not leaving the door to the tower without talking to you first." Natasha said. I threw my head back and sighed, "Fine, I'll go talk to them but James you are joining me." He just stood up and started walking to the door, "Fine by me, at least you have someone to hide behind." Now I understand why Steve liked hanging out with him when they were kids, he is very protective.
When I opened the door there were so many people yelling and talking over everyone else. "MR. STARK!" "MR. STARK!" "MR. STARK! CAN YOU TELL US WHAT HAPPENED IN WAKANDA!" That was the only full sentence I heard, I looked at James to make sure he wasn't going to panic, when I realized that he was fine I started talking, "Steve fought a battle we all knew he couldn't win." I clenched my fist, "We all wanted him to keep fighting but there was nothing much we could do. It was his decision to do this and we couldn't talk him out of it." I answered a few more questions and gave the date of the funeral so I wouldn't have to say it again.
I slowly backed up into the tower to escape them. When I closed the door they all started to walk away. James stepped in front of me, "You ok Tony?" I pulled him into a hug and started to cry, "NO! HE IS GONE!" I screamed, he started to rub my hair, "It will be ok Tony. He lived a good life even if there were some bad times he still cared for everyone." I started to cry harder. I felt him start leading me to the elevator, "How about you get some rest. You have had a long day." He wrapped his jacket around me as we headed towards my room.
*The Next Day*
I heard someone knock on my door, "Tony?" It was James, as usual. He opened the door, he was holding a tray of food along with the newspaper. "I am glad you are awake, it is 10:57am, I was getting worried." He smiled at him, "Thank you James." He gave me the tray and newspaper before leaving the room. I threw the newspaper next to me and started eating breakfast. I glanced at the headline of the paper and dropped my fork, "The Loss of an American Hero" I quickly picked it up and started reading...
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I was confused since I don't even remember any of the Avengers saying these things but maybe it was after I fell asleep. I started to cry a bit reading what the others have said and what the shawarma joint was doing. I was so happy that they planned on doing to remember him. I stayed in my room so I won't have to cry in front of the others and make them feel upset as well. I continued to read the paper to see what else everyone said and how the world was doing.
When I was done I cut out the front page and walked down to my lab. Dum-E was very happy to see me again and he started to whistle and spin around. "Hey buddy, do you mind getting me the tape from my table?" He whistled again and zoomed over to my table. I have found a good place to put the paper. Right next to the picture that Steve painted of all of us. It was kind of redundant since he painted this amazing picture and now I am putting the news article about him dying right next to it but at least I would be able to remember the good things he has done and the talent that he had.
*HUGE Time skip*
The other Avengers have moved on and moved out and had a family. The only person who stayed with me was James. He didn't want me to be alone and he also wanted to make sure that I didn't do anything stupid. Neither of us had anyone to call our own but we had one another to make sure neither of us went over the edge.
On the day that Steve had died everyone went quiet, the news didn't report anything, no one went to work or school, they never left their houses and New York went dark when it was exactly 9:00 pm. The billboards were turned off and the lights on the roads were also turned off but ten minutes after they did that everyone lit a candle in their windows in memory of Steve Rogers. I loved looking over the city when it came to that time, instead of it being really bright and almost looking like day it made the city look like it was lit at dawn. It was very pretty and I think it was a nice way to remember Steve. I'll see you in the after life Steve, whenever my time has come, I'll join you.
