The sound of Clint's phone screen shattering on the floor made Laura look up from where she was helping Cooper with his homework.

"Honey?" She questioned cautiously.

"I need to get to the facility now." And with that her husband pounded upstairs. Laura followed after him to find the archer pulling out his overnight bag in their room.

"What's wrong? Why do you need to go to the facility?"

"Steve just shot himself." Laura stared at him incredulously.

"Are you serious?" Clint nodded solemnly. "I can't believe it.."

"Me neither… Stay with the kids, you can come down on the weekend to see how everyone is dealing."

"What's his condition?"

"I don't know, my phone kinda broke right after Nat said Steve shot himself."

"Oh God." Laura held her hand up to her forehead, her eyes were on the brink of tears and her whole body was shaking. Clint threw the shoulder strap over his head and, quickly giving Laura a kiss on the cheek, ran out to the big barn with a smaller quinjet in the loft. Laura looked out the window at the archers back, she walked downstairs slowly with her hands covering the better portion of her face. Steve killed himself. She couldn't hold the tears anymore.

"Pepper Potts."

"Hey Pepper." Pepper grinned at Natasha's voice coming through her Stark phone. She had been in her office or in several meetings all day so it felt good to hear a familiar voice.

"Natasha, what's up?"

"We need you and Tony at the Avengers facility immediately." Natasha's cold tone gave no indication of the direness of the situation.

"I'm sorry Nat, I have meetings all day and Tony has been holed up in his workshop all day." The CEO said apologetically.

"Steve killed himself." Pepper smile fell.

"Tony and I will be there in 20."

After cancelling her schedule that day she speed walked to her boyfriends workshop. Pepper opened the doors without knocking to find him working on a suit.

"Pepper!" Tony turned around, "Come check this ou-".

"We need to leave." She cut Tony off.

"What? Why?"

"Steve." Tony looked at her questioningly.

"What's wrong with Steve?"

"He's dead." The inventor's face contorted to a look of disbelief and agony.

"What? How?"

"He shot himself."

When Clint got to the facility an hour later he was met with a sea of worried faces. Pepper was in the corner of the waiting room talking quietly on her phone, there were obvious tears running down her face. Tony was sitting with his forearms on his knees and his head in his hands, his face couldn't be seen but the tiny puddle on the floor under his face gave Clint an idea. Wanda was balling softly into Visions shoulder and Sam and Rhodey were quietly talking with each other, both of their faces slightly splotchy. Maria and Fury were conversing silently near the door he had just walked through and Jane and Darcy were quietly sitting next to each other with looks of pure brokenheartedness. Finally Clint's eyes found Natasha. She was staring out the window absent-mindedly with tears shaking her whole form. Clint quietly crossed the room and sat next to her, she didn't even look at him.

"Hey.." He started, "How are you holding up?"

Natasha looked at him finally and Clint was able to examine the extent of her pain in her eyes. Her body shuddered and she finally spoke.

"I lost my best friend." Clint immediately wrapped his arms around her breaking form, trying desperately to hold her up.

"He was the only person besides you who listened to me and didn't judge me for my past. And he was the one who woke me up from my nightmares and comforted me back to sleep, what am I gonna do when I see his bloodied body in the bathtub everytime I close my eyes. He won't be able to help my nightmares because his corpse will be the source of them." Her eyes looked haunted. "I will never be able to get rid of that image of his arms covered in self-harm and blood, and that gun in his hand with blood spilling from his neck. That will never go away." The archer held her tighter to his chest with his own tears finally spilling. I click came over the room and FRIDAY's voice came over the speaker softly.

"Excuse my interruption but I thought you should know the medical team has figured out what happened to the bullet." Some of the people in the room perked up slightly while others slouched lower in sadness.

"Go ahe-ad FRIDAY" Tony softly said with a crack in his voice.

"In Captain Rogers attempted suicide he had lost a lot of blood which resulted in him missing his head and instead shooting his neck barely missing his windpipe and more." A collective sigh came out as they realized their friend was in fact not dead. But their happiness was short lived as the AI continued.

"However, the amount of blood lost and the bullet wound trying to heal itself before the bullet had been removed has resulted in a slim chance of survival. With all variables added up, The Captain's chance of survival is 20%."

"Thank you FRIDAY." Tony solemnly said. As Tony said this the door opened again admitting Thor into the room. No one had noticed his arrival with the usual lightning and thunder.

"Heimdall had informed me of the Captain's condition." The god said quietly explaining himself. But before anyone could respond to him the AI's voice filled the speaker again.

"Captain Rogers left a verbal suicide note. Would you like me to play it?" With her first words to anyone in the group but Clint, Natasha answered.

"Yes"

A/N: There is a chance of survival! I have two different roads I would like to take this down(obviously) so feel free to review what you think should happen. Thanks for all of the amazing support in my first fanfiction and I intend to post a new story either this week or next week so stay posted! Remember to F&F and R&R, love you all!

-fightingangels2k