"So, Steve, what are we going to do, now?" Sam gazed on the lake, calm and quiet.

Steve stood beside Sam, watching the water flows as if it took away his burden. "I don't know. I'm going to return the stones, and... I'll see where the roads take me."

"Please, Dr. Strange."

Sam and Steve looked at each other. They knew that voice. As one, they walked towards the source. There, they found Peter and Stephen arguing.

"Peter, son, we can't." Stephen put his hand on Peter's shoulder, trying to calm him down, to comfort, to give strength.

Voice heavy with pain and grief. Eyes clouded with unshed tears. "Please, Dr. Strange, I, it's my fault. Please, let me do it," begged Peter.

"Peter, it is not your fault. Never."

"IT IS! Tony's dead! And, and it's all my fault!" Tears fell down from Peter's eyes. He looked down at his feet. "It's all my faut. I, I should have listened. I should have done better. I, why I didn't? Why? It should have been me?"

Peter wailed to the world for all to listen, wishing someone to fulfill his wish to bring back the man who he seen as a father. His shoulder shook. His knees buckled, no longer capable stood under the warring strom in his heart. On his knees, Peter looked up to Stephen and begged for him to fulfill his wish.

Looking at the scene, Steve couldn't stand aside. He understood the pain of losing loved ones, of feeling incapable of doing anything. He walked towards Peter. His steps heavy as he remembered the lost he had. A hand stopped him. He looked back at the owner of that hand. Sam stood behind him, giving him a pained look and a shake, telling him to step away. Steve couldn't understand. Why? He only wanted to help. He pulled his hand away, ignoring the warning, and walked. A few steps separated him from Peter.

"Peter," Steve called.

Stephen looked up from Peter and glared at Steve. A silent warning to leave.

Steve was confused. He never met this man before. He didn't do anything that warrant that look. He shook his head. He would ask this later to Stephen. He continued to walk closer towards Peter.

Stephen pulled Peter from the ground to his side as if protecting him from the danger that coming from him. "Rogers, leave!"

Steve glared at Stephen. Unhappy for his action. Steve only wanted to help Peter. Why Stephen couldn't see that?

"Hey, Peter, it's okay. I understand," said Steve, full of sympathy. "I also lost people I love. It's hard, but it will be okay."

"Rogers. Leave, now!" ordered Stephen.

"Peter, why don't we talk about it, okay?"

"Last warning, leave!"

"I know. It feels like it's your fault, but it isn't. It never been your fault. We just have to accept that it's a part of life. And, sometimes it's their fault, too, and not us."

"That's it!" Stephen let go Peter. His hands glowed with power, but before he could cast a spell, a lanky hand punched Steve.

Steve landed on the ground. Jaw bruised. He raised his left hand to touch his jaw. He was shocked. What did he do wrong?

Peter stood over him. Tear stained cheeks, yet fury in his eyes. Body hunched over Steve. A snarl on his lips. He raised his left hand towards Steve. Finger pointed.

"YOU!! You have no right to say it's Tony's fault. It's mine! I could have saved him, but I didn't! I could have moved faster, but I didnt! It's not Tony's fault! He is the greatest man I ever know. Don't you ever, ever blame him for anything!" roared Peter.

"Pete—" called Stephen, trying to stop Peter.

"Maybe, maybe you're right. Maybe it's not my fault. Maybe, it's never been my fault." Peter stood up straight. Eyes pierced at Steve, full of hate and contempt. "But, it's definitely your fault. If only you had listened to Tony, this would have never happened. If you had casted away your stupid ego, Tony would still been alive. But, no. Captain America is always right. He can't do any wrong. Fools. I hate you Steve Rogers. You are not worthy to be Captain America. I wish you're dead! I wish you stay frozen in your stupid ice! I wish you died instead of Tony! I wish you're never exist!"

Peter turned around and left. Sam walked towards Steve. He helped him to stand up. He opened his mouth to say a word, but someone cut him.

"Peter's right."

Sam and Steve looked up at Stephen.

"It's your fault. You should have listened."