Tony hummed while packing the rest of his things to go home. He stopped for a moment to breathe, and heard a quiet sob from the other room. Steve had gone in there to take an important call.

"Cap? Babe, you okay?" Tony peeked around the corner. Steve sat on the couch, crying. "Baby! What's wrong?" tony knelt in front of him. Steve looked up and dried his eyes.

"Peggy...she...she..." Steve broke into sobs again. Tony got the message. Peggy had died. The only connection to Steve's past was gone.

"Baby..." He took the larger man into his arms, letting Steve cry onto his shoulder. "I got you. It'll be okay." Tony whispered. The Solider sat up, and dried his eyes.

"I'm alright." He smiled sadly. "She's better off now anyway."

"Hey, at least you got that dance you promised her." Tony pointed out. Steve nodded. "Come on, we gotta get home." Steve stood up. They finished packing and left for the airport.

"Tony..." Steve began.

"Yeah?"

"Why do I feel so alone, now? I know I have you and the Avengers...but I...I just feel so alone." He murmured.

"It's because she's gone. Steve, Peggy was your last connection to the past. Without her, you're the last one of your battalion left." Tony explained. "Right after I...I got back from Afganhistan, I felt just as alone. But you're right. You have me, Thor, Pepper, Hawk, Natasha, Bruce, even Fury and Hill. And let's not forget the fanboy, Coulson." Steve laughed.

"That's very true. Coulson is a good friend, but just a little obsessed." Tony laughed, and they pulled into the airport where Tony's private jet was waiting.

"See? I'll even fly you to London for the funeral."

"Thanks Tony...you'll come to right? I...don't think I could handle it alone."

"Sure. Now let's go home."

Hawk hadn't left his perch he built since Loki and Thor showed up. Loki had yet to leave his room. The two had such a disdain for each other, they wouldn't even associate with the other Avengers.

"Clint, this getting childish!" Natasha called. He looked over the edge.

"I'm not coming down until Loki leaves. For good." He spat. Natasha groaned.

Thor dragged Loki out of the room. The god fought, and tried to pull Thor's arm off f him.

"Release me! That man has a desire to murder me, and I have no intention of dying!" Loki shouted. Thor rolled his eyes, and picked up Loki. "Damn you Odinson!" Clint notched an arrow.

"I'll kill him!"

"No you won't! Loki and Thor love each other, and if you don't like that, tough shit. Get down here, and make nice unless you wanted to be castrated!" Natasha threatened. Loki, Thor and Clint paled.

"I would much rather hide from Lady Romanov." Loki whispered. Thor nodded. Clint came down. The two stared each other in the eye. Hawkeye was the first to fire. Loki ducked behind the couch, arrow flying past him.

"You son of a bitch!" Clint knocked another arrow, when a blast of magic hit him. Thor and Natasha sighed, and stood out of the way so the two could battle it out.

"What the fuck is going on here?!" Tony screamed. The waring parties froze.

"Oh my god!" Steve cried. the living room was destroyed.

"They hate each other." Natasha said sarcastically. "Did you know that?"

"You two are cleaning this mess up, and I mean now." The inventor growled. Clint put his bow down, and Loki his knives. They hung their heads as they stood up. Thor shook his head.

"Okay. I'm going to bed." Steve said. He took the bags and carried them into his and Tony's bed room.

"What is wrong with Friend Steven?" Thor asked.

"The girl he used to love in the forties passed away." Tony explained. "He's taking it pretty rough, she was the last person in the Forties he talked to."

"That sucks." Clint scratched his head. "Then seeing this mess probably didn't help."

"Maybe not. I don't know. Just give him some time alone, okay?" Tony left the group,many headed to his lab. Angela, Bruce's Italian transgender girlfriend/fiancé/wife, was helping him mix some sort of chemical. "Wake up everyone." Tony called to his machines. "Daddy's home." the robots perked up. Bruce chuckled, and shook his head.

"Hi Tony." Angela called.

"Hey Pasta." Anglea glared. Tony had started calling her Pasta when he found out she was Italian.

"how was Hawaii?" Bruce asked.

"Awesome." Tony winked.

"Hello?" Steve picked up his phone.

"Steve! You don't sound a day older than the last time we spoke!" The voice was smiling.

"Ben! Ben Parker! I remember you!" Steve grinned.

"Yeah, you were my baby sitter before the war. Nice to talk to you again."

"You too! How are you?"

"I'm doing well. May's doing well, but we have a problem."

"What's going on?"

"Why don't you come on over to my house, and I'll explain everything."