Knocking On Heaven's Door

by Auttzthoughtz

After a certain death in the Marvel Civil War, concerning the registration act, a certain hero dies that changes everything. One hero suffers on earth, one hero suffers in purgatory following it. Will there ever be a way to repair what happened because of this war? StevexTony

3. Carry Out

Chapter 2

Pepper's POV

I get a call from Nick Fury. Out of all people, out of all the times, I just couldn't understand. I pick up the phone, and politely address him. "Hello, Mr. Fury?"

"The battlefield has been cleared to nonviolence. You need to get down there. We need you to help with Stark." Fury stated calmly. "We will send over transport in two minutes. Be ready."

"Tony? Wait, Fury, what happened to him?" I asked in a panic.

Fury took a deep breath. "Ms. Potts, Tony has been compromised by the death of a friend. We need you to convince him to get up and leave, so we can start repairing the damaged area. Are we clear?"

I shook my head, automatically knowing. I grabbed my jacket, and ran downstairs to wait for my ride.

Tony's POV

I can't move. I can't stop crying. I am here, holding Steve in my arms.

He died because of this petty fight. I didn't want to accept that. I couldn't.

Many others come around, trying to convince me to relax. I couldn't move. I could barely breathe.

Steve Rogers shouldn't have been the one to pay the price for this war. I should have. He was a good man, and a true hero. I am just a drunk lonely man that tries to play the part.

"I'm so sorry," I continuously whisper.

Past the sobbing, I heard a small voice. I looked up, and sighed. Pepper is walking slowly to me.

Pepper's POV

"Tony, you have to move. They're going to have to force you soon. Please, just come with me." I pleaded sweetly.

Tony shook his head at me, visibly tightening his grip on Steve. "I can't leave him here. This is my fault, Potts. This happened to him because of me."

I kneeled down beside him, and put my arm around his shoulder. "You can't blame yourself."

Tony looked at me carefully, and leaned his head on my shoulder. I moved to be sitting beside him. I watched as he kept his grip on Steve, and cried into my shoulder.

"Tony, we need to go…" I said carefully.

Tony looked up woefully. "I need to carry him out of here."

I took a deep breath, and looked over to the closest army official. He luckily was willing to approve the request that Tony put out there. I stood up and nodded to him. I watched Tony as he held Steve in his arms, and started up and walking to station him with the rest of the dead warriors.

Once he had to put Steve down, he fell into my arms. I held him for a long time, not even letting go to make it home.