It was silent when they got back to the still-in-repair tower. While Tony was in the kitchen making coffee Friday spoke. "Sir Director Coulson is on the line." Tony leaned his hands against the counter. "I don't want to talk. I know I'm in deep shit with him but I don't want to talk right now. He can arrest me later."

"Sir, he says he doesn't want to talk about the mission. He's insisting." Tony let out a shaky breath. "Fine, put him through on my phone."

Tony got his phone from his pocket as he answered coulsons call. It was a video call and he saw Coulson looked upset behind his stoic mask he puts up. "Tony. I'm so sorry for your loss. I just found out when they wheeled her into our morgue." Tony spoke quietly. "Thanks I guess. I'm sorry Phil. I really am, if I never took that USB we wouldn't be in this mess. I should have shown you."

"You had good intentions but poor choices happen to all of us. Friday sent me the video from the Quinjet, how is Dr. Banner handling this? I know he has a history of self-destruction." "We haven't told him yet. He's been in and out of sleep the whole ride here. This transformation took more out of him than usual and were terrified to tell him. He's going to take this completely on his shoulders." "Should he need a safe place or someone to talk to, our doors are always open. That goes for you and your family as well. Loss is one of the hardest things overcome."

Tony gave a weak smile, touched by Phil's hospitality. "Thanks. I'll let them know. Was that all?" "That and if you need any equipment for this mission, we're here." Tony nodded. "Thanks. I gotta go." "Of course and Tony, you know this wasn't your fault? Or anyone's. That girl put something in Bruce's head, bring her in and we can lock her up for this. Give your wife some justice." Tony nodded as he hung up, pouring his coffee and drinking it black and hot enough to burn his tongue.

When he put the mug down he saw Clint in the entry way, his eyes bleak and his whole body just told Tony he wasn't joking, he really had gotten used to so much shit happening that keeps them from being happy, always waiting for the other shoe to fall.

Clint walked over, almost inspecting him. "How you doing?" Tony sighed. "Not great. You?" Clint huffed. "About the same, trying to keep everyone from falling apart." Tony shook his head, eyes filling up with tears. "I just can't believe this. She's gone. She's really gone. It always seems like we come back from the dead but when you really think about it, we didn't. We just got lucky." Two fat tears fell down his face as he started to crumble. Clint closed the gap between them, wrapping Tony up in his arms and letting him cry into his shoulder.

Since half the lab was still is repair Quinn locked herself in her room, telling Gage she wanted to be alone for a few hours.

She just needed to process everything. Is this what other people go through when their parent die? She's only gone through one death and that was Emily but that was so different to losing someone you've known your entire life.

It's one of the worst feelings in the world. All she wanted was her mom to come make it better but she couldn't.

She wasn't alone an hour before Gage knocked on her door, coming inside. "Hey." He said softly.

Quinn sniffled, her knees up to her chin, wearing one of her larger hoodies. Gage hated the sight; she looked so fucking young. She didn't look like someone that built several Iron Man suits, had a miscarriage or when through hell and back on so many occasions.

She looked like a young girl of 17 that lost her mom.

He walked over, sitting on the bed, putting his arm around her. She welcomed the warmth and snuggled into him. "She's gone." She croaked out,her voice raspy from all the crying. Gage swallowed the lump in his throat. "Yeah. She is." Quinn felt her lip trembling and bit it. "I don't know what to do. Who's going to cook us dinner or help us when we're down? What if I have a vision or the elders do something I don't know about? I don't have anyone to talk to about that." She sucked in a breath, crying into his shoulder. Gage kissed her head, holding her close. "We'll figure it out. We always do."

Bruce woke, curling in on himself. His head was killing him. He often had a headache or migraine after hulking out. He barely remembers anything. He remembered seeing a girl, with brown hair. For a half second he had thought it might have been Quinn (her hair was dark enough) but that's as far as his thought went when he was back with his father, his mother dead and his father ready to kill him next.

Next he was waking up in Stark Tower. He had to get up, get some pain killer but the more he even tried to move, the more his head felt like it was being thrown at a wall.

Luckily Friday must have called someone because Tony was in the room with him, glass of water and three pain killers in hand. "Hey, how you feeling?" Bruce groaned as he turned, trying to sit up. "Like Thor threw me against the wall a hundred times. How did everything go?" He took the pills gratefully.

Tony sighed. "Bad. Ultron got away." "At least everyone made it out safe." Tony was quiet, his eyes filling up. Bruce stiffened feeling the change in the air. "Tony..." "We had a loss." Bruce braced himself, gripping the bedsheets. "Who?" "Kim." Bruce looked confused. "How? She wasn't even apart of the fight-" Bruce went pale, remembering the dark haired girl, hulking out.

Bruce was terrified of his answer. "I...I killed her." Tony's eyes welled up. "I'm not going to lie. Yeah. But it wasn't your fault." Bruce stood quickly. Clint and Gage having gotten him into some clothes when they arrived at the ship, shortly after the medics looked him over. "Not my fault?! I killed her Tony! Oh god!" Bruce was already sobbing, hands gripping his hair. Tony stood with him. Bruce calmed enough to talk, letting go of his hair. "Is there video of this? Security?" "I don't think that's a good idea Bruce-" "Tony, is there video?" Brice asked, almost hysterical. Tony swallowed. "Yes." Bruce suddenly rushed past Tony and out into the hall. Tony rushed, following him. "Bruce, where are you going? It's not a good idea to watch it." Bruce turned, glaring. "Would you like to tell me how I killed your wife Tony?" Tony was silent, having no idea what to say to him but Bruce took that as his answer and kept going down to the lab.

Once inside, he locked Tony out, locking the lab down and going to the screen. "Friday, pull up the video?" "Sir, I don't recommend that in your current psychological state." "Friday, play that video." There was a pause before she agreed. "Yes sir."