(A/N) Hey it's me. Just saying that the end of this fanfic is coming probably sometime this week. Also in personal news I just cut my hair, don't know why that's relevant it's just that I cut like 8 inches off and then dyed it black so it's been a weird day.

"Your call captain." She clicked the safety off on both guns before she started counting down. Both pistols aimed towards different agents, one was steady prepared to kill someone she believed had the right to die. The other though was slightly shaking not believing in the victim behind the barrel. "One, two," she and Steve both tensed, "three."

Quick as possible Steve kicked the injured archer out of the way and blocked the bullet meant for Tony with his shield. Without so much as giving Violet any time to collect her self he tackled her with all the weight that the super serum had given him. "I choose the forth option."

"Nice line." Tony muttered pushing himself in a more comfortable position on the wall he was leaning on. A mission that proved useless with his entire body in pain. "Was that off the top of your head or?"

"Shut up Stark." Steve grinned knowing that even though he was injured it wasn't enough to stop his sarcastic comments. He sat Violet up and grabbed zip tie handcuffs out of one of his pockets, an invention that he was quite fond of.

"Let me go!" She screamed tears forming in her eyes realising that any chance of getting revenge back was gone. "Please, let me go you don't understand." Violet struggled against her restraints tears now freely sliding down her face while Steve went to check on his team.

"Tony are you okay?" Steve asked the mechanic whose breathing was being forced out. The question was redundant to ask seeing how he was definitely not okay but Steve asked it more to keep Tony conscious and talking rather than medical reasons.

"I'm alive." Tony grimaced holding two thumbs up. "How's Barton?"

Steve looked to the man who started to stir looking around seeming lost. He thought about asking how he was but that would have been in vain considering that the man was deaf. "Honestly I have no idea."

Clint looked worse for wear. He was pale and had thin trails of blood dripping out of his ears. Once he had gotten the blur from his vision gone he caught the captains eyes. "I can read lips." He informed.

"Are you good?" Steve asked slowly making sure that Clint got every word.

Clint nodded standing up carefully unsure of how good his balance was at the moment. He picked up the bow he had dropped and walked over to Steve who brought their injured mechanic to a standing position.

"Let's get out of here." Steve muttered pulling Tony out of the container while Clint grabbed Violet who didn't protest.

There was no reason for her to fight. She had failed her son again, no amount of fighting would fix that. After all the planning and preparation she had done she had failed. There was no other way to put it than that. Failure was the only thing that went through her mind. Tony Stark was still alive and Daniel was still dead.

As they went on the quinjet and Tony Stark was laying back happy to be rescued she found more tears forming. This was her son's hero that had been the reason for his death laying back filled with the joy of being alive. Where was her sons joy? His chance at finally being at peace, his murderer dead, was gone. Violet couldn't help but wonder why he got to live.

"I'm sorry." Tony Starks voice drove her from the self pity Violet had indulged herself in.

Confused and seething with anger she glared at him. "What did you say to me?"

"I'm sorry for your loss." He repeated himself gaining strange looks from his team, save Hawkeye who couldn't hear what Tony had said, who thought it impossible for him to be able to apologize for anything. "I didn't know your son and I don't know half of what you're feeling right now, but I am sorry that he is dead because of me."

She actually laughed at him. Her blood boiled as she became the type of angry that made you know that you were still alive. "What do you think that is supposed to do? Do you think that apologizing is going to make all of this better for me? Maybe if I was some doe eyed girl that you never called after a one night stand I would accept an 'I'm sorry.' But I will not accept an apology you don't really mean."

"Tony you don't have to do this." Bruce told him while using what little medical knowledge he had to treat Tony's wounds.

"I do mean it." Tony ignored him. "I've always meant it. My legacy was to make weapons and I made the greatest of all and called it peace. Hundreds have died because of what I've done and I will never know all of their names," surprisingly tears made it into Tony's eyes. "There are things that I will never be able to apologize for, but please let me try."

"Tony," Bruce said calmly as possible, "it's alright. You have a fever, you need to stop talking. Try to relax." He put a hand on Tony's chest to keep him leaned back in his seat but Tony just swatted it away.

"No, Bruce she has to know." He pleaded before falling into a coughing fit.

"I know Tony." said Bruce. "But your leg is infected and you're running a fever getting stressed won't help you need to relax right now."

Tony started muttering apologies in his delirious state of mind. The fever had taken hold quickly and made his already weakened mental status it's prey.