Tony felt himself nodding off, his eyes where growing heavy as he continued to work on the engine before him. Having been supplied with the spare parts needed to repair it and Rocket's knowledge of the tech, he now just had to get it done. Having worked through the night, his mind constantly battling to solve a solution, to fix the battered engine before him, he was now exhausted but refused to recognise it. Tony wasn't even sure what time it was, his work consumed him. With both his hands elbow deep in the engine, in the corner of his eye he saw something white floating by his side. His head turned to investigate, finding a white mug, steam rising from the top, the coffee within nice and hot. Tony took a hand out the engine, accepting the cup from Nebula. She sat herself down next to him, minding the parts on the floor, moving some aside with her foot before she sat down beside him.

"Thanks." Tony told her, sipping on the coffee. Until then he hadn't realised how dry his throat was and how his body craved energy.

"Where's the fox?" She asked referring to Rocket, her eyes scanning the engine instantly seeing what Tony was doing and how he was fixing it.

"Replacing fuel cells that we ripped out." Tony put the coffee to the side, taking up a small device that he then forced into the engine. Sparks flew as Tony used it to bind metal together, flinching when the sparks flew towards his face.

"I'm sorry about Pepper." Tony didn't react to her words, a as if he never heard them. Nebula recalled the stories Tony would tell, how fondly he spoke of Pepper, how he wanted to one day have a family with her. She was what kept him going that kept him fighting, now she was gone Nebula wasn't sure what Tony was fighting for, he had been clear before to the others that he had given up. He didn't believe they could fix their wrongs, the loss they had been dealt.

"Even though I once hated Gamora and would gladly have enjoyed seeing her head separate from her body." Tony again didn't take notice. "I grew to care for her very much, we became sisters. It hurt to lose her." Nebula finally acknowledged her feelings and she did indeed hurt. She felt alive for the first time in a long time. Tony's eyes didn't even twitch in her direction, still taken by what he was doing with his hands, sparks seemed to fly even more violently. "We can get back what we lost." Nebula went to put a comforting hand on Tony's shoulder, she never got the chance as Tony shouted in pain. His hands flew from the engine, dropping the tool he was using as soon as he could. He shacked his hand, trying to make the pain stopped.

"I'm fine, just cut myself." Tony explained, although it was more than a cut. Having caught himself with the high-tech blow torch, he had burnt his finger deep, even cauterizing the wound with the heat. Nebula tried to get a closer look. "I said I'm fine." He now said forcefully, in a way telling her to back off. So, she did, giving him exactly what he wanted, to be alone. In moments she was gone from the room. Tony ripped a pieced of black fabric from the bottom of his top, wrapped his finger up and returned to work. The injury to him just being a minor inconvenience, his emotions simply in the way.

Natasha had tried to reach out to Barton, she never received a reply. He was mourning and for a time she left him to do so, she was planning on waiting for when he needed her, he would then reach out. However, time was now running out and she needed him, she needed his drive to bring back what they had all lost. Natasha pushed open the door to the bar, inside she found it almost empty and horribly quiet. The tv was off, the lights where dim and no one said a word. A man stood behind the bar, another sat in front of him, head hanging over a beer. Three other men sat around the room apart from each other.

"What can I get you?" The bar tender asked, getting a glass ready.

"Whatever he's having." With her reply the head of the man sitting at the bar slowly lifted. Barton looked over to find Natasha looking right at him. A beard had formed on his face, around his mouth it was drenched in beer, while his hair was a mop on his head.

"Is it just me, or can you see a woman standing in front of me?" Clint looked to the large man at the bar who had already started to pour a drink for Natasha.

"There sure is." The man replied, placing the beer down on the bar. Barton turned back to his own beer as Natasha pulled of a chair next to him, as she did he downed the half full glass. Prompting the bartender to get him a refill.

"Clint…"

"No." He immediately cut her off.

"I…"

"No." he again replied before she could even get a word out. The bartender listened, placing another full pint of beer in front of him.

"What happened to you?" She finally got out, actually disappointed with the mess she had found. She knew he had needed space, though this was not what she was expecting. To be honest she wasn't sure what she expected, whatever it was, wasn't this. Barton chuckled before he took a gulp of his fresh acholic beverage, Natasha sat just watching, waiting for her reply.

"What didn't?" He retorted.

"We have a plan, Steve…"

"Here we go, here we go again." Barton again took a long swig of the beer in front of him, the bartender watching as he cleaned a spotless glass.

"We've all lost something, someone." Natasha tried to snap Clint out of his self-pity.

"I lost everyone." He practically mumbled in response, looking down at the bubbles rising in his light brown beer, some white foam still dripping down the inside of the glass. Without time to settle, he downed the contents of the glass. When the bartender didn't take his glass immediately he looked up in his direction.

"I think you've had enough." The man said kindly, taking the glass away and putting it to one side. Barton laughed, a smirk formed on his face as he shook his head.

"We have a plan, to fix everything."

"You going to drink that?" Clint ignored her, not even waiting for her to reply before snatching the beer from out under her. A beer she never touched, the white foam still on the top.

"We can save you family." Natasha watched the smirk on his face fade, his fingers white from how hard he gripped the glass. "We can save everyone." Barton suddenly reached out shoving Natasha off her seat away from him. She kept her balancing remaining on her feet. The bartender and the few men in the bar shouted in protest.

"You can't fix this Natasha, Steve can't fix this." Barton stood up and marched up to Natasha, the men in the bar all stood up ready to step in. As Barton took her jacket in hand, Natasha raised her hand, telling the men to stay back. She was calm, looking into the angry eyes in front of her.

"We can try." She told him, the fact that there was a chance, the smallest chance meant everything to her and should for Barton too. "Together." Natasha noticed as soon as Clint went to swing at her, ducking she swiped her leg under him, bringing him to the floor with a groan. Barton used the bar stool he had been sitting on to bring him back to his feet, not yet done. He again swung for Natasha, she defended with ease before jabbing him in the gut making him double over but not yet meeting the floor.

"We have a chance Clint." He didn't listen to her words instead he took the beer from the bar, throwing it at her. A move she didn't see coming, with the surprise Barton got his arm around her neck, getting her in a choke hold. With ease she forced him to bend over onto her back, before flipping him over onto the floor. Freeing herself without any assistance. Barton groaned, this time unable to get up.

"What about Laura?" Natasha began. "Lila, Cooper, Nathaniel?" Now sitting upright, the names brought Clint to tears, his head hung, letting them drip down his face. His agony was on clear display. Natasha kneeled down beside him, taking him in her arms. He hugged her back, crying into her shoulder. He couldn't remember the last time he held someone he cared about, that in its self was a painful reminder of everything he lost. She sat there with him on the wooden floor, even though knowing time was not on their side she knew he needed this.

The sound of the engine roaring was as wonderful to hear as the first time, the engine Tony had in pieces hours ago now back together, the puzzle complete. The engine returned to life. He had to smile, he couldn't help it.

"How's it running?" Rocket called from somewhere else in the ship. Tony watched the engine breath, watched it consume fuel, turning it into energy, into pure power.

"She breaths" He called back, jumping up as quick as he could before rushing towards the controls. Rocket sat in his seat, screens in front of his showed, graphs and other numbers and well as a 3D image of the engine he had just brought back to life.

"Reading are normal, energy output to thrusters balanced, temperature a little high, that's nothing to worry about." Tony let out a sigh of relief letting himself fall into one of the padded chairs. "She's good to go." Rocket quickly checked all the readings again before getting up out his chair. "With an hour to spare." As he passed Tony's he reached down and gave the raccoon a gentle high-five. Finally letting his eyes close, even if it might be only for a few minutes.

Authors Notes

Thanks for the reviews so far, defiantly encourages me to write more, everyones kinds words always appreciated. This chapter might have been a little slow but I think it does well to prepare for the next chapter. So see you soon.