Chapter 1
Tony's POV
I am watching as my side of this world destroys the other. I know I mean to put on a show for my causes, but this is beyond what I could have imagined. Their people-who were once my people-were falling so quickly that I could barely keep up.
I fought along with my men, Thor being the closest by my side. This war is right? It was the only option, I suppose. Neither Steve nor I was willing to bend on our ideas enough to compromise.
I keep fighting swiftly. I watch the other side, trying to tune out the tragedy. By the time I caught wind of the strategically shot bullet, it was too late to stop it.
I screamed to my men to cease fire, and flew quickly over to the other side. They didn't hear me, but Thor did and stopped them for me. I rushed over to the other side.
Steve's POV
I fought this war for these sorrowful heroes. Not all of them were ready to share their identities with the world, especially those poor mutants. I couldn't let them down. Tony wouldn't bend to compromise, and that's what started this war.
I had Natasha on my flank, ready to murder anyone for the ways of justice. She smiles at me, before moving to the other side of the field. I keep fighting, wishing that there was another way.
I was so busy trying to protect my fellow soldiers; I didn't see the bullet coming at me. All I heard was Stark panicking, and caught a glimpse of him flying my way before I was hit. I fell down immediately and right into Stark's arms. He held on to me, and I watched as he pulled back his mask. His face was scared and tear-stained as he watched me.
That was the moment I knew I was going to die.
Tony gathered me tighter into his arms, and closer to him. "I'm so sorry. This is entirely my fault, Cap. I am so sorry."
It was sad as this was the first time I had ever seen him cry. I wanted to tell him it wasn't all his fault, and not to blame himself. Before I could tell him, it was too late.
I was already gone.