So...yep, I decided to do this fic cause it has been bouncing around in my head for some time now. I have yet to see this AU at all so...why not? Anyways, hope you all enjoy!

Also, title comes from the song that was suggested for the title so...yeah.

Summary: The Crow chooses one to avenge themselves and their loved ones that were murdered. One year after, Bucky is brought back and becomes the Winter Soldier. A year after that, he meets Tony again.
Pairings: Bucky/Tony
Warnings/Tags: Profanity, Violence, Character death, possible smut, protective Bucky

TONY

Grocery store, New York City
2008

Tony sighed as he rubbed his face, trying to will away the tiredness that was sipping from his bones as he walked through the store. He would usually Send Happy or Pepper to get his groceries, but they were busy now. So, he had to do it himself. He could only be thankful that the store didn't seem to be too packed. He really did hate crowds and tend to try and avoid them if he could.

He walked around the corner to walk into the frozen foods isle and he slammed into what felt like a brick wall. He let out a yelp as he stumbled back before two sets of hands were suddenly on his arms, steadying him.

"Woah there, you okay?" questioned a voice that had hints of a Brooklyn accent. He looked and in front of him stood two men. One was blond with blue eyes that seemed to regard him with an amused look while the second man was a rather attractive brunet with stormy grey-blue eyes, he also had the same amused look as his companions.

"Erm, yeah, I'm fine. Sorry about that, I wasn't aware of where I was going." Tony stated sheepishly at the other two let him go. He was seriously too tired to snark or joke about anything. All he wanted to do was to get his stuff he needed to buy and head the hell home.

"It's fine." The brunet stated with an easy-going grin. "No harm done. Oh, by the way, the name's James Barnes, but everyone calls me Bucky. This is my best friend, Steve Rogers."

Tony returned the grin with his own, trying to be as polite as possible. "Anthony Stark, but I prefer Tony."

"Stark? As in…"

"Stark Industries? Yep."

"It's nice to meet you." Steve held out his hand and Tony gripped it, shaking the hand before doing the same with Bucky's.

"Likewise." Tony continued to grin. Maybe these two aren't so bad like some of the others he came into contact with. Just maybe...

Brooklyn, New York
2016

Tony was biting his lip, always glancing down at his phone as if he was trying to will it to receive a text from one of his two best friends as he walked down the street. It was evening, sun already gone, and they usually had texted or called him by now. He knew they couldn't have been asked to stay longer at their volunteering job at the local Vet Shelter. They would have called while they were on break to tell him that.

They had told them he would as he and they were close. Hell, Tony was supposed to be Bucky's best man at his wedding to whoever he gets with and the same with Steve's wedding.

He ignored the pang in his chest when he thought about his role in Bucky's life before he shook his head. No, now's not that time for that. It was time for him to figure out where the hell the two is so he could kick their asses.

He continued to walk, tugging his jacket closer as the chilly November air breezed over him. He really did hope that they just got held up at the shelter or made it to the apartment they shared and just forgot to call him. He kept telling himself that repeatedly until he turned and paused when he saw a group of people in an entrance of the alleyway, whispering to each other and a few even have their phones out and up to their ears.

He frowned and walked over and pushed himself through the group of people and managed to get to the front, at the entrance. There was a one lone light shining from the wall and down to what looked like two bodies that were laying in a pool of blood.

Tony could feel his heart drop when he noticed the blond hair on one head and the brown hair of the other. His body started to move on autopilot, and he got closer and closer until he was at the edge of the pool, his throat closing.

Steve was laying on his back, his white shirt blooming with red all over his torso. In the middle of his forehead was a single entrance bullet wound and thank god he had his head laying down, Tony couldn't stomach what the exit wound would look like. Steve's usual blond hair was matted with blood and darkened.

Bucky was so much worse. He was laying on his side, facing Steve and now Tony, eyes dull and looking at nothing. His left arm was completely gone, cut off a few inches above the elbow while his right was seemingly reaching out to Steve. Like Steve, red bloomed all over his shirt, soaking it.

"No…" Tony choked out as he took a few steps forward before he fell to his knees, ignoring the blood that was getting onto his pantlegs. "No…nonono, Steve? Brooklyn? Hey, come on- don't-"

He took a shuddering breath, his eyes starting to sting. He gripped the front of Steve's shirt before reaching over and gripping Bucky's hand. "Come on, on your feet…please…"

Everything happened in a blur after that. The police came, removed him from the alleyway- from the bodies- and then, someone had taken his phone out of his pocket and putting it back in that pocket. He could vaguely hear the whispers of others around him, giving him their condolences.

Then Rhodey was there, hands on his shoulders, murmuring soft, comforting words to him and completely disregarding Tony's bloody shoes, blood-soaked knees and bloody hands.

"They're gone." Tony choked out, tears escaping and streaming down his face. "Steve a-and Bucky are gone!"

He felt Rhodey bring him in close, letting his cry into the other's shirt while Rhodey carded his fingers through the short, unruly hair of his.

Usually, Tony wouldn't cry at all, most of all in public, but it was Steve and Bucky- two people he spent the most time with in these past few years. Rhodey was usually off doing military things and Pepper was usually doing SI things.

"It's gonna be okay." He heard Rhodey whisper to him soothingly. "It's gonna be alright."

Deep within his heart, Tony knew that isn't true- not for him.