Pepper had just finished setting up the med room in the tower.

She wished Happy had told her what for, she would've gotten the right supplies out.

Hopefully Tony wasn't hurt.

She had called Bruce, just in case.

A thud sounded on the balcony near the med-bay.

Tony.

She ran out and screamed.

"OH MY GOD, WHAT HAPPENED?!"

Tony was holding a small boy in his arms.

A small boy that was bleeding.

Everywhere.

"Tony, who is that?" Pepper said, following the silent man as he ran to the room and laid the child on the bed.

"No time to explain." He said as he inserted an I.V into the kid.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y, call Banner, see if he can get over here now."

"Dr. Banner is outside the door." Tony looked confused.

"I called him, I thought you were hurt."

"Thank god you did. I need his help." Tony said.

Bruce stepped inside the room, the same confusion on his face as Tony had seconds before. It only took five seconds before he noticed the kid and got straight to work.

Tony stood there in the suit, unmoving.

"Tony, you need to get out of the suit."

He startled and stepped out of the suit, as if he had just realized he was still inside of it. "Sorry, Pep."

"I think we should go upstairs, alright?" Pepper said softly, noticing the foreign look of fear in his eyes as he watched Bruce work on the boy.

Tony didn't answer.

Pepper gently took his arm and lead him out of the room.

He seemed numb, sitting down on the couch and burying his head in his hands.

"Tony." When he didn't answer, Pepper tried again. "TONY."

He looked up, and the guilt showing in his eyes shocked Pepper.

"Who is this kid?" She asked, needing to comfort him but not knowing how.

"Peter. Spider-Man."

"What? He's a kid?"

Tony nodded in affirmation.

"How old is he?" Pepper asked quietly.

"15." Tony stood up. "God, he's 15. I LET A 15 YEAR OLD KID FIGHT CAPTAIN-AMERICA IN BERLIN! I LET A CHILD STOP A CRIMINAL FROM GETTING MY STUFF FROM THE MOVING PLANE! MY PLANE, PEPPER! I SHOULD'VE LISTENED TO HIM MORE! I SHOULD'VE BEEN THERE! I SHOULD'VE KNOWN THAT HE WOULD GO, WITH OR WITHOUT THE SUIT!" He sat down again. "I shouldn't have taken it away, Pep. I broke his heart. And he went anyway, trying to prove himself. Well, he did. But he shouldn't've had to. God, I messed up."

"It's not your fault."

"Yes it is.