"The tape isn't working."

"Maybe you put it in the wrong way?"

"Steve, I know how a VHS works regardless of how youthful I appear to be."

"Well, just try it again."

"Oh look! It's still not working!"

"Tony, don't be sarcastic, he was just trying to help."

"Ya, like a technician over the phone when your computer stops working."

"Uh guys, take a closer look at that tape."

Tony peered down at the tape in Hawkeye's hands.

"Natasha, was this Tape gutted when you found it?"

Natasha's eyes sparked with determination as she examined it.

"It wasn't."

Tony's face creased ominously as he stared down at the empty box.

"Tony..."

"Tell me why didn't you leave the tape here at the tower? Why did you proceed to bring it with you?"

"Tony we didn't think-"

"Didn't think? What Steve? That the one thing we had, the one shred of evidence to find Peter's killer, Wasn't worth dropping off at the tower while you were here!"

"Tony." Bruce warned

" That he-" Tony held up the broken tap "Just wasnt worth the effort?"

The room fell silent as the whole group reeled back as if they were physically slapped.

"Could you guys leave us?" Steve asked dryly as the others seemed to crowd around him protectively.

For a tense moment no one moved. After a beat Natasha nodded, ushering everyone out with a Piercing glare aimed at Tony.

Once the door clicked into place Steve peered up at Tony's intense gaze.

"So after everything this is how it ends?"

Steve's words cut Tony deep as he turned to his lounge with a whiskey at the ready.

"Tony, it wasn't your fault."

"Then it was yours!" Tony slammed the bottle down as glass scattered across the floor.

"Why do you think we live in a highly fortified tower Steve, huh? Because we are loved by everyone?"

Steve sighed.

"I think we should go see a therapist."

Tony barked a laugh as he leaned one elbow onto the table.

"Oh yes, let's sit in a summoning circle and sing kumbaya! That'll make everything better-"

"Tony."

"-maybe then we could raise Peter from his dirt nap."

Tony felt a crushing blow against his cheek making him stubble back over a chair. Shards of glass pierced through his skin that grazed the floor making him let out a gritted sound.

"Do you really think you're the only one hurting right now?" Steve yelled, slamming his fist down on the counter. "Do you know how you make me feel when you say shit like that. Like I don't already know it's my fault? What do you want me to say Tony? What do I need to do to prove to you I'm hurting too?Tell me!" Steve asked brokenly as sobs seeped out.

Tony ground his teeth as he propped himself up.

"Fuck you Steve. Alway acting like the fucking marter. Just say what everyones thinking! I killed him by just being involved! My name is a cures! Being involved with me only brings people more pain! Having a kid? What the fuck was I thinking? I-I fuck Steve-" Tony tailed off as he hiccuped.

It was silent for a moment as the two tried to compose themselves.

"I-I'm sorry I hit you." Steve muttered as he bent down to help Tony up.

"Don't be."

"Well, I am."

"I know."

Tony rubbed his arms, brushing most of the glass off.

"We both feel like shit. But I know talking about it to a random person won't make the pain go away." Tony explained as he plucked glass out of his skin.

"Then let's talk about us, not Peter,us." Steve said "At least not yet. Until you're ready."

Tony shook his head.

"I can't Steve, Because he's there too."