A/N-I regret nothing and everything at the same time.

The few seconds of silence after the door clicked shut felt like long enough to lose it to Tony. He was comtemplating what it would be like to be crazy, full time.

Baz began to sing. Tony smiled and thought of all the times he'd walked in on her singing in the tower. She would always stop when she noticed him and whack him with the nearest available magazine.

Baz was very, very tone deaf. However, she could carry a tune decently if she'd heard the song enough times.

Tony recognized the song as Baz's favorite Disney song, the lullaby from Dumbo. She sang it to back herself away from the edge.

"Baby mine,
don't you cry.
Baby mine,
dry your eyes.
Rest your head close to my heart,
never to part,
baby of mine."

Tony put his arm around his sister. She put her head on his chest, right next to the scars from his chest reactor and the surgery to remove all the shrapnel from his heart. He began speaking to her, voice soft and low. At first he just mumbled nonsense, knowing it was the reassurance of another human that would help her.

He eventually started talking about life. He told her about every single freckle on Pepper's face, and stories of their mom and dad that he'd already told her a thousand times, and all his opinions on how to improve Bucky's arm. He expounded on the virtues of classic rock and denounced her love for punk and alternative...and then rescinded a few minutes later, admitting, "I listened to some of that playlist you made and I didn't hate it."

Baz eventually started replying to Tony's pronouncements, poking fun at his inevitable loss for words.

"It's been," she checked the clock, "four hours since Gia and Steve left. You ran out of material in four hours?"

"You...! Fine. Yeah. I did. Shut up."

"I'd appreciate some multisyllabic words if you don't mind."

"Supercalifragifuck you."

"Ooh, nice one."

They laughed a little bit, and Baz sat back up. She ran her hand through her hair, trying to brush it out.

"Whatcha doin'?"

"Fixing my hair. I can't leave here looking like a mess, they might think I'm still sick and keep me."

"Keep you?"

"Keep me," Baz said in a woo-woo voice, "foreeeeeeeveeer."

Tony chuckled at his sister's antics. "You're probably not leaving here for a while longer. That IV is still in."

Baz groaned. "Don't remind me."

She leaned back against her brother again, careful not to fluff up her hair too much. She closed her eyes and quietly slipped away to sleep, falling into a dream.

Baz was floating, suspended in blackness. Something wet dripped on to her face and she blindly swiped at it. She blinked several times, but couldn't manage to get her eyes to adjust. It was complete and total darkness.

She felt herself start to rise. Slowly at first, but the speed increased until she stopped as if she'd hit a wall. The space around her went from pure dark to blinding light.

Her eyes ached for a second as they adjusted. She saw the Avengers, unconscious or...dead. They were all covered in blood, piled on top of each other carelessly. Tony and Bucky were on top of the pile. Baz fought the force that was keeping her afloat until it disappeared abruptly and she hit the pristine white floor.

She ran towards the pile of bodies and started checking pulses. Tears started leaking from her eyes and her body shook with grief as she kept coming up with the same result: no heartbeat under her fingertips.

She pulled the bodies from the pile and laid them out in a line, until she got to the bottom.

Gia laid in the middle, with Steve and Clint on either side of her. Baz checked all their pulses out of desperation, even though she had lost hope long ago.

Her fingers brushed over the vein in Clint's neck and she almost dismissed the tiny movement as her imagination. She pressed her fingertips against his skin again, and the weak pulse there made her start sobbing. She did CPR as best she could until he woke up with a pained gasp.

"Clint! Oh, thank God."

"Baz? Where are we?"

"I don't know. You're covered in blood. What happened?"

"We were fighting...couldn't tell ya who, but we were definitely ruining someone's day."

"Are you bleeding at all?"

"I...don't know." Clint lifted his arms and legs into the air. He felt his stomach and chest area. Baz helped him sit up so she could check his back.

"Ow!"

"What?"

Clint grimaced. "I think I fractured my shoulder blade."

"At least it's not broken," Baz whispered. She was badly shaken and was grateful for even this tiny bit of good news. She helped Clint take off his jacket and made a sling for him.

They stood up together, leaning on each other. Clint turned around to see his companions laying in rows on the ground, unmoving. He tried to hold himself together, but Baz wrapped her arms around his middle and he lost it.

The two stood together like that for a long time. They clung to each other, needing to make themselves believe that everything would be okay.

"Baz! Hey!"

Tony was panicking a bit. Okay, maybe more than a bit.

He'd never seen Baz cry in her sleep, not even when their parents died.

"Sis! Wake up. Please?"

Tony shook his sister's shoulder until she grabbed his wrist.

"Tony?"

"I'm here, Baz. I'm here."

"Oh my God, Tony. You're okay. Thank goodness. Oh my God."

"Are...you okay?"

Baz's shoulders started to shake with another wave of tears. "I just need a hug."

Tony pulled his sister to his chest and kissed the top of her head. "Everything's gonna be okay, sis. You're okay."