Ah! So a few of you said you'd love to see the other Avengers' take on Tony's decision and death. While I thought that was great, I hadn't planned on actually writing more. *shakes fist at sky* BUNNIES!
Anywho, to those of you that wanted this to happen, here you are. I will post them as I get them finished (though it might take a while because I have very little free time atm), and the order will be determined at random. Though do feel free to tell me who you think should be next (you never know, I might listen!).

Chapter 2: Bruce

Bruce groaned as he slowly entered the waking world. Last night had been crazy, and he knew that he would pay for it this morning. To be fair, though, he hadn't thought that Christmas dinner could be as awkward as it had turned out to be with the other Avengers. He supposed that without Tony there making his usual jokes the others really had nothing to say, or bond over while defending their honor from Tony's jabs. He had perhaps drunk more than he should have in order to ease the tension that had started to build, and now he was regretting that decision. Well, he was regretting that he hadn't thought to leave himself some pain pills nearby for when he woke up.

He was just getting up when his phone made the noise it always made when it was about to die, and he took a moment to decide whether or not he wanted to just let it die. He didn't. Instead of heading to the bathroom for a nice, hot, soothing shower he was now on a mission to find his missing phone charger. If you counted it being in his side table drawer as 'missing', which he did. He plugged the phone in and was surprised to see there was a missed call. He held the phone to his ear, careful to keep it from unplugging itself, and was surprised to hear Jarvis.

"Dr. Banner, I regret to inform you that you will need to come to Stark Tower sooner than usual to deal with a situation that will have no doubt gone noticed by you and the rest of the team." With that the call cut off, leaving Bruce wondering what was so important that Jarvis felt the need to call. It couldn't have been anything good if Tony wasn't calling and asking for his assistance in some project or other and then dropping the news afterwards like it was unimportant. With that thought in mind he set his phone down and headed off to take a quick shower so he could see what was going on and hopefully fix the mess before SHIELD found out what was going on.

A half hour later and he was taking the elevator up to Tony's private section of the Tower. The ding sounded and he stepped out of the elevator only to be greeted by silence. It wasn't what he had expected, and the lack of Jarvis offering him a greeting and letting him know where Tony was had him second guessing if he was in the right tower or not.

"Jarvis? Tony? Whatever is going on isn't funny, Tony, and I am clearly not amused, so stop acting like a child and say something." He looked around, waiting for something, anything, so that the cold dread that was starting to work its way through his chest would go away. He turned towards the bar, heading for the panel on the wall that he knew was there so he could at least bring Jarvis back online. Maybe the AI would know what was going on and could tell him why he was here. He flipped open the panel door and typed in the code Tony had given him a while back and waited for the system to reboot itself. He didn't have to wait long as the lights came on and the hum that seemed to always be in the background started up again.

"Good morning, Dr. Banner."

"Good morning, Jarvis. Can you tell me where Tony is? Also, why have you been offline?" It might have just been him, but for a moment Bruce could have sworn that the AI was hesitating.

"Mr. Stark is in his bedroom, Sir. He had me shut off last night, only coming back online to leave a message on your voicemail. Would you like me to notify the rest of the Avengers?" Bruce could only nod as the dread settled in his stomach at the words. He began to slowly make his way to Tony's bedroom, anxious to see why the arrogant genius had not greeted Bruce himself. It was out of character for the man, and Bruce was suddenly reluctant to find the man. With a deep breath, he opened the bedroom door. It was dark, and he thought about ordering Jarvis to turn on the light, before realizing that he could see well enough without it.

Tony lay in the middle of the bed, looking almost peaceful for once, as if he'd simply fallen asleep. Bruce knew that wasn't the case, however, and took the steps necessary to reach the bed. He grabbed Tony's wrist and felt for a pulse, but there was none, and the genius was ice cold. He let the wrist fall from his grasp and took a seat on the bed, doing his best to keep his composure. He felt the tears threatening to fall and knew that he wouldn't be able to stop them, not this time.

"Jarvis, why didn't he tell us?"
"Sir, I believe he did not wish you to watch him die."
"That makes it worse, don't you think?"
"Yes, sir."

Okay, there you go! Feel free to let me know what you think! Also let me know if you spot any errors so that I can fix them! Hopefully it wasn't too OOC for you, but if it was, I'm sorry. Hope you enjoyed it and the next one will be up as soon as possible!

-SM