"Is this Tony Stank?" the mailman asked, standing outside the building Tony and Rhodey were in.
"Yes," Rhodey responded, humor in his voice as he points at Tony. "This is Tony Stank. You're in the right place. Thank you for that!" He then told Tony a little quieter, "I'm never dropping that, by the way." He started to walk away. "Table for one, Tony Stank. Please, by the bathroom."
Tony laughed and took the package from the mailman. He sat down at his desk and opened it, pulling out two envelopes that sat inside. They both read 'Tony' in the center of each, but they were written in completely different handwriting. Choosing the one with careful, neat handwriting first, he opened it and started reading.
Dear Tony,
Words can't describe how sorry I am about what I did to Howard. I knew him before I got taken by Hydra. He was my friend. In my teen years once, he was more than a friend.
Not a day goes by that I don't think about all of the people I've murdered. That's exactly five hundred and fifteen. And yes, I've counted.
The day I woke up in the twenty first century in the Helicarrier and Nick Fury handed me my Hydra file, I saw your father's name on the list of people I've killed. I've never felt more remorse than that moment right there.
I know what it's like to lose a father. I lost mine to Nazis in World War Two right in front of me. That was my fault too. So I guess I've killed 516.
I'm sorry for all the trouble I've caused.
Although Hydra put this stuff in my head, I still did all the stuff I've done. Nothing can erase that. There's no excuses.
I know you'll never forgive me. I'll never forgive me either. I blame myself everyday for all the people I've hurt and killed. I'm not asking for forgiveness, though.
May we meet again,
Avery Evans
When Tony got done reading the letter, a single tear rolled down his cheek.
THE END
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