Tony threw a wrench across the room, making sure it hit the wall as hard as possible, the urge to yell out his rage boiling in his stomach. He'd gone over most of the information he'd been given by his cousin and was still waiting on the rest to be decoded. While waiting, Tony read and reread everything to be sure that he was reading it all right. After that, he'd locked down the lab and threw a giant sized temper tantrum. That's the best way he could describe it, this feeling of intense rage at the fact that someone would dare touch Steve, touch something or someone that belonged to him! To do the things they did to him and then still strip him of the serum...Tony couldn't handle knowing what had happened but he'd asked and Aveline had given the information, albeit reluctantly. Glaring at the screens in front of him, his gaze moved from one to the other, trying to figure out how to get Steve back to his Captain America self.

Tony tried to forget the nights he'd held onto Steve's pillow, tears falling from unseeing eyes. The day of Steve and Peter's funeral had been the worst day of his life. The pain he'd felt...the heartache...the world had watched as he'd fallen apart at the gravesite, almost jumping in to the graves. The desire to be with Steve and Peter so strong it was almost crushing. Until he was reminded about Johnny, his youngest, who still needed him. His only link left to Steve and Peter, he still had a chance to save him...but it almost hadn't been enough...

They were headed to the cemetery, Happy driving the limo with Pepper and Rhodey sitting behind him. Tony sat across from them, his face carefully blank. He'd been silent the entire time they'd been inside the church, his face a mask of silent mourning. Aveline had stayed as close to him as possible, afraid she'd lose the only family she had left. Tony looked to his right and saw Clint, Natasha, Thor, and Sam. On his left were Bruce, Aveline, and Bucky...who looked as bad as Tony felt. Of all the people in the car, Bucky had known Steve the longest. Both having grown up in the 40's, Bucky and Steve were literally men from another time. Both had grown up together, fought in the war together, up until they thought they had lost Bucky in the hunt for Armin Zola. Almost ninety years later...they had been proven wrong.

Tony watched as Bucky stared down at the floor, his face was pale but blank, the steel blue eyes were devoid of all emotion...until he'd looked up at Tony.

"You were the best thing to happen to him, Stark. The serum made some changes but Stevie said you and the boys...you were what made him better." Bucky said softly. "He would have liked what you did for him and Peter...Stevie..." Bucky took a deep breath as he tried to hold in the tremor that shook him. "Stevie always talked about what he wanted, how he would hate having to burden someone this way. He never thought you knew..." Bucky whispered softly.

Tony clenched his jaw as tightly as possible. The urge to scream ripping through him. It wasn't fair! It wasn't fair they'd had so little time together. They were supposed to be raising their boys...together! Growing old and help raise their grand kids...together! Tony could feel his rage and pain consuming him, the desire to run and hide down in his workshop stronger than ever...but he couldn't. He couldn't runaway and hide. He hadn't when his parent's died and he won't with the death of Steve and Peter. Looking out the window, however, Tony wasn't to sure he could watch as his husband and son were lowered into the ground.

"Cousin, are you sure you want to do this? You know you do not.." Aveline started softly.

"Yes, yes I do, Steve would do it for me. If I've done nothing else for him or Peter, I'll do this." Tony had told the world about how good Steve and Peter were. He had stood before them all and not broke because he'd done it before when his parents died. He'd had to stand before the world and tell them how good his parents had been. That...had been a lie...but what he had said about Steve and Peter had been the truth. They were good men, better than Tony deserved in his life. He loved them, more than he'd ever thought possible and he had stood before the world and told them that because it's what Steve would have done for Tony.

"You're not expected to say anything, Tony. You know you don't have to do this, right?" Pepper looked at him, her face creased in concern.

"Steve would do it for me." Was all Tony said. His face was blank but his pain was beginning to show. The strain of having to hold it together for so long was beginning to take its toll.

Pepper and Aveline exchanged worried looks, this wasn't Tony's usual style of armour. He would usually hide behind a wall of jokes or sarcasm to keep others from seeing how he felt, but now...now the world could see how Tony Stark really felt. He would be laid bare for everyone to see just how devastated he was about the death of his husband and oldest son.

They had all walked in a tight circle around Tony, trying to shield him from the gawking eyes of curious bystanders. He didn't hear the shouts of the press trying to get a statement, nor did he hear the many shouted comments of what people thought really happened to Steve and Peter. Tony's gaze was fixed on the two coffins sitting under a canopy...one sky blue the other baby blue, to match the eye color of each. Then the rain started, pouring down as if the angels had decided to cry the tears Tony couldn't or wouldn't cry himself.

The rain was cold but he couldn't feel it, all he could feel was the mind numbing pain of losing his husband...his better half...and their oldest son. Tony stood at the graves, watching as the diggers lowered Steve and Peter's casket's into the earth. He bit back a sob as the first shovel of dirt hit Peter's then Steve's coffin. Tony took a step closer when the next shovel full had been thrown in. How was he supposed to do this now? How was he supposed to go forward, alone. When the next shovel full was thrown into the hole, Tony stepped forward again. "Steve..." Tony sobbed. "Please...please y-you have to...I-I can't do this without you." He stepped to the edge of the grave, looking down at the casket where Steve lay. Tony stared down at the closed coffin, lifting one foot. Knew all it would take was one step...one step and they would be together...one step and...

"No, Tony, you still have to think about Johnny..."

Tony struggled against the hands holding him back. He could see Steve smiling at him, calling to him. All it would take is one...fucking...step. "Let go...please, Steve...come back...Peter..." Tony begged, voice cracking with his heartbreak. "Steve..."

"Cousin, please, step back from the graves..."

Tony ignored them, they didn't understand! He'd failed them both, failed to protect two of the most important people in his life! He was failing Johnny as well, his vital signs had gone from good to worse in the blink of an eye. He didn't know what to do or how to save him. Tony couldn't hold in the wounded sound that left him, he was losing his family and he couldn't stop it.

"Tony, come on, let us take you home..."

Tony flinched away from the hands that reached for him. His vision blurred with the tears he'd held in since the day of the accident. Sinking to his knees, Tony let his head fall and cried out his pain.

"Tones...let's go, Steve would not want you to forget about Johnny. Neither he nor Peter would want him to be left alone." Rhodey wrapped a gentle arm around his best friends shoulders, pulling him to his feet. "You need to get out of this rain and warm up. If you're sick, who will tell us what to do to help Johnny?"

Tony let out a loud hiccup...Johnny...his youngest son still had a chance if they could save him. "Johnny..." Tony turned to look at Rhodey. "I-I lost them, Rhodey." Tony broke. He couldn't hold back the tears of rage and pain. "I-I lost them and I have no idea how it happened." He cried against his friends shoulder.

"Let's go home and we can try to figure it all out there." Rhodey wrapped his arm tighter around Tony's shoulders, pulling him gently away from the open graves and towards the waiting cars. He glanced back at Aveline and Pepper, a sad smile on his face. "Right now, you need Johnny and he needs you."

Tony nodded, looking back at the graves of his husband and oldest son. He'd failed them...Steve and Peter...he'd failed them but he wouldn't fail Johnny. "Yeah, I, uh, I wanna see Johnny." Tony looked up at Rhodey. "You can stay for a while, right? Y-you don't have to..."

"Not until you're ready, Tony. We're all here for you." Rhodey responded, giving Tony's shoulders a squeeze.

Tony looked over at Pepper and Aveline, then turned to Bruce and Happy. "Slumber party in Johnny's room then." He tried to make a joke, offered a watery smile but was sure it fell much shorter than he wanted.

"That sounds like fun, cousin. As long as we can order something we can all eat as well as pronounce."

Tony gave Aveline a small smile, hugged Pepper and let Rhodey load him into the back of the limo. He looked out the back window to where Steve and Peter's graves now sat. Trying to keep the trembling from taking over his limbs, Tony watched the graves until they had disappeared out of sight. His gaze never left the window, the only thing he could see now were the still faces of Steve and Peter and he desperately hoped he wouldn't have to do the same thing for Johnny.

Tony was jerked from his thoughts by the sound of JARVIS' voice. Blinking, he looked up towards the ceiling, a frown turning his lips down. "What was that again, J?"

"Captain Rogers is asking for entrance, Sir."

Tony turned towards the glass doors and grinned. Steve was standing on the other side looking lost but just as beautiful as ever. "Let him in, J. I always have time for my husband. Save what we have and let me know when the rest have been decoded." He watched as Steve stood in the doorway of the workshop, a light flush on his face.

"Yes Sir, enjoy your dinner."

Tony watched the blush on Steve's face spread. "Thanks J, I plan to." When Steve walked through the doors, a tray in his hands, Tony stood up from his work desk and headed towards him. "I smell burgers and fries." He grinned at Steve.

Steve returned the grin, setting the tray down. "The boys thought you might be hungry, so I, ummm, made you something to eat." Steve tried not to drop the tray as he set it down on the closest desk. He watched as Tony walked over and lifted the lids, a smile on his face. "Hope you don't mind, I-I wanted to eat with you, if that's ok?"

Tony nodded, looking up instantly at the question. "For you sweet cheeks, I will stop everything. To enjoy a meal with you after all this time without you is not something I plan to pass up, ever again." Tony moved around the desk towards Steve. He knew that they needed to talk about what had happened but after reading the information Aveline had left...

Steve watched Tony, could see the stress in the lines around his mouth and eyes. Reaching up, he brushed back a few stray strands of chestnut hair, watching as the curls wrapped around his fingers. "I don't plan to pass this...us...up again, either. It was hell, Tony, knowing what you must have been going through. I-I tried to get back, Peter and I tried so many times. We'd think we made it out only to find out it had been a trick, so eventually...eventually, w-we just..."

"You stopped. You had no choice Steve, I, uh, I had Aveline give me everything her friend, Emilie, could find. The hell you went through is by far worse than what I went through." Tony framed the pale face between his hands. "I wanted to die with you, Steve. I wanted to just..." Tony broke off as the memory washed over him again. "I-I tried...more than once, b-but Aveline and Rhodey and Pepper just wouldn't let me. Bruce became a tyrant and the wonder spies were always gone but they never let me forget about Johnny. They reminded me how you and Peter would feel if I didn't get it together. I-I almost didn't, I almost lost him. He was the last link I had to you so I had to try..." Tony shivered as he pressed their foreheads together. "I couldn't lose him too, I'd failed you two, I couldn't fail Johnny as well."

Steve froze at Tony's words, anger surging through him at the thought of what Tony had to go through. At them having to be separated by people who had a vendetta against them and their family. When Tony said he wished he'd died, however, Steve tried not to break. The pain he'd felt at the thought of them returning and finding Tony dead... "I...t-that's not what I'd want, Tony. Your death? J-johnny needed you as much as you needed him. If we had come back and you weren't here..." He could feel the tears filling his eyes as he looked up into dark, troubled sable orbs. "I need you here, Tony, the boys, they need you here as well. If I never get back to being Captain America that's fine with me. As long I have you and the boys, that's all I'll ever need."

Tony shivered as he tried to control his emotions. Steve was always able to do this to him, make him feel like he was a real superhero when in reality Steve was the superhero. "I love you, Steve. You and the boys are all I have, even if I lose my mind and the company, as long as I have you and Peter and Johnny, that's all that matters to me. Everything else can and will come second to you three."

Steve gave him a watery smile, "We're both to emotional." He chuckled. "You, ummm, you're supposed to be eating not letting the food get cold." Steve pushed Tony gently towards the desk. "How is Aveline, have you heard her?"

Tony nodded, "She, uh, she plans to stay until the wedding. Something about Emilie and her fiancee are working on something for her."

"Sir, the files have been fully decoded and are at your disposal when you and Captain Rogers are ready to view them."

"Thanks, J." Tony turned to Steve, taking in the pale face and shaking hands. "We don't have to do this if you're not ready, Steve, I can look through all of..."

"No, I want this man caught for what he did to us." Steve straightened his shoulder's and his jaw hardened. "He deserves to pay for what he put us through."

Tony grinned, "Fine, let's see what it is that Aveline was able to find out. J, screens up please and lock down the workshop to everyone but the boys."

"Will there be anything else, Sir?" JARVIS asked the question as he darkened the windows and locked down the workshop, bringing up the requested screens.

Tony looked at Steve, when he shook his head, Tony nodded. "No, we're good, J. Just make sure to let us know if anything happens with Peter and Johnny."

"Yes, Sir."

Tony pulled the screens closer and spread them out around them. "Let's start with when Emilie was able to find you two. If we do that we can maybe figure out who and why."

"I know who he was, he told be right before...b-before...the woman..." Steve shivered as the memory rushed back. Looking up at Tony, he took a deep breath. "His name was Sebastian Moran, the ummm, the woman, I don't, I don't think she ever said her name but she had blond hair? I can't..." Steve's brow furrowed as he tried to remember the details of their captors.

"It's fine, honey, don't worry about it right now. We can look for that name and see if there are any pictures of him. Do you remember what he looked like or the sound of his voice?"

Steve stepped closer to Tony, feeling ice spill through his veins. "He was about as tall as I was, six two or six three, I think. He was all military a-and he, uh, he had an accent? British, it was heavy and he had cold, steel blue eyes..." Steve drifted off as he remembered those eyes. They had been empty, calculating, this man had known who they were before giving his name. "He was waiting for us, outside of the school, he, uh, he knew who we were. Had been watching the boys..."

Tony let out a low hiss of rage. "Then we find out where he is so I can introduce myself, personally."

"Ross was the one who sent him after me, the woman had said something about not needing Peter, that it was only me he wanted. S-she shot Peter..."

"Christ..." Tony snarled, he could feel his stomach churning with his rage. He should have had security tightened around them, should have made sure that after what Ross said...

"You couldn't have known, none of us Tony, could have known Ross would have made a move so soon. He started with Johnny then moved to me and Peter. H-he wanted to hurt you for protecting Bruce." Steve placed a hand gently over Tony's closed fists. He squeezed as he read the information in front of them. "There was someone else there, someone who kept Moran busy from dealing with us. I-I don't," Steve shook his head and sighed. "I do remember them changing our nurse. They were both blond but the second one, she seemed to know us. Took care of Peter when I was to weak to move. I thought," Steve glanced at Tony, aware of his dark gaze.

"You thought what, Steve? That we'd stopped looking for you two?" When Steve looked away, Tony's shoulder's dropped a little. "Ok, I guess I deserve that but I've done better since we got married, haven't I? I mean I didn't remember everything but I did try to remember all of the important stuff and I'd never forget about you or Peter. They never gave us your bodies so how was I supposed to believe that you two were dead? I would have known sooner if the news hadn't come at the time it did." Tony looked at Steve, trying to remember the last time they'd talked about what happened. "It wasn't easy, Steve. Being told that I'd lost both of you. It wasn't easy to handle and then Johnny was sick and getting worse. I tried, I swear I did, to keep it together but it was just so fucking hard without you two and I just...i-it took me awhile to get all the pieces but I didn't stop looking for you two."

Steve stopped at Tony's words. "You never had the bodies? On T.V. Y-you had caskets for us, if you didn't have the bodies, how..."

"Ross had come in claiming military responsibility, since he was your ranking officer at the time. By the time he released them it was time for the funeral and I was so out of it. I couldn't...I-I couldn't look to see if it had been really you or Peter so the caskets..."

Steve frowned, "They were closed. If you never opened them then how did you know it wasn't us?"

Tony looked at a screen that had been moved to the front of the set he was reading. "Aveline had come to me asking for help in putting Ross down for good, I of course accepted. She, uh, she was after a group of assassins that seemed to be almost like ghost, except for one." Tony drifted off as a picture of Sebastian Moran materialized. "Son of a bitch!" Tony shouted.

Steve jerked back, turning his head to look at Tony. "Tony, what is it, what did you find?" Steve moved to look at the screen in front of Tony and gasped. "That's him, that's Sebastian Moran and the woman here." Steve reached out and pulled up a screen from the back. "This is the woman that shot Peter."

Tony looked at the photo of a blond woman with blue eyes and a cold smile. "She looks familiar, they both do. JARVIS, remind me how." Tony looked over at Steve. "If we figure this out we're going to kick some ass."

Steve nodded, Captain America or not, they had a score to settle and settle it they would.