"Steve. God, Steve." Tony, knelt down by his husband's limp body. He caressed Steve's too still face, wincing as he traced over the faint bruises that covered it. "I never meant to..."
The area around was abandoned. The team had left the site and the city people where still huddle inside, afraid. The fight had been gruesome and the cost had been great.
"Steve, I tried. I tried to save you. I- The alien. I had a chance... It wasn't worth it." His voice cracked as as tear fell.
Peter swung in and landed gracefully next to Tony. There was silence as he took in the scene.
"Is he..." Peter asked, afraid to finish the question.
"I'm sorry."
Peter dropped to his knees next to his fathers, tears escaping him, hidden by his mask. It was too much. Flash backs to Uncle Ben came at once and Peter couldn't help but blame himself for not saving his Dad: letting him down, just like he had let his Uncle down. If only he hadn't been stuck in high school. If only he could have been there.
Tony pulled Peter into his chest, holding him close as they both cried behind the mask of a hero, both feeling like anything but.