It was a cool, crisp afternoon as he leaned against his car outside of Stark Tower. It had been a month since he left and he still felt no better about the situation than he did before. Eight years… Eight long years that he refused to believe were a waste, but the more he thought about it the more it just proved him wrong. He had kept in contact with everyone, not all by choice but because he was still an Avenger and worked for SHIELD. He sighed heavily, trying to remember the reason he was here. It was for him, he was the only thing that mattered in his life, the only person who would never betray him. He couldn't and wouldn't make him suffer because of what happened, it was not his fault.

"Daddy!"

The squeal of a 6 year old brought him back to the real world. He grinned at his son as he ran to him. Peter was wearing his favorite black t-shirt with an arc reactor decal, while he clung to his Hulk stuffed animal.

"Hey baby boy." Bruce grinned, bending down and scooping his son up in a giant hug. "Oh, I missed you so much."

"I miss you too, Dad." Peter said, wiping his face with the back of his hand.

"Oh, hey now." Bruce said, shifting his son in his arms, so he could use his thumb to stop the tears. "No, need to cry big guy. I'm here."

Peter nodded, and sniffed his nose. "You feeling okay, buddy?"

"His allergies are acting up."

Bruce looked up to see Tony standing awkwardly with his hands shoved in his pockets near the door of the Tower. His chest clenched at the sight of his soon to be ex-husband. He still wasn't over Tony, and never would be, in all honesty he wished he could just run into his arms, and kiss him, but he wasn't giving in. Not this time.

"How are you?" Bruce asked, shifting Peter to his other hip, clinging tight to the boy for grounding.

"I'm uhhh… I'm fine." Tony stammered. It didn't go unnoticed to Bruce that Tony's eyes were glistening.

"Daddy?"

"Yeah, buddy?" Bruce asked, resting his forehead on his sons.

"Why does Steve sleep where you use to?"

Bruce shot Tony a glare before sighing and answering: "Because, baby. Your father and I aren't together anymore."

"Why not? You guys love each other."

"Apparently not." Bruce said, looking at Tony.

"That is not fair, Banner." Tony hissed. "You can't make me look like the bad guy."

"Oh really? And, what did I do that made you sleep with Steve?" Bruce snapped.

Tony didn't reply. He hung his head and let tears spill down his face. "He left me." He whispered. "I didn't mean anything to him."

"It sucks doesn't it." Bruce said, walking to put Peter in the car. He was in the process of buckling his son up, when he heard Tony walk up behind him.

"I love you." Tony whispered.

Bruce froze, and looked at his sons big puppy dog eyes, before closing his and sighed. "Goodbye, Tony." He stood up, shut the door, and made his way to the drive side of the car. "I'll drop him off on Sunday night." And, with that he got in the car, and started it.

Tony waved sadly at Peter, as they pulled away from the curb. He had ruined everything.