Peter dropped to the ground in a sobbing mess. This wasn't supposed to happen. It just wasn't. This was his next loss of love. Why did everyone die? They're all supposed to still be here.

"I don't want you to Stark, please!" He cried. Tony had made his last sacrifice for the world once more. "You were supposed to be here." He couldn't believe it. He just couldn't. Tony Stark was the last father figure he would most likely ever have. It seemed that just everyone around him just...died.

"I don't want you to go! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" He couldn't help but let the next sob tear through his body as he clutched the ground hoping maybe it could swallow him whole.

"Kid?" It was Steve Rogers. The man Tony Stark had once hated because of his lies. Now, it doesn't matter anymore. "Tony wanted me to let you know something." Peter let the man take a seat next to him. "I loved him either way. I didn't care that he hated me."

"I just want him back. He wasn't supposed to go. I needed him." Steve helped the red-eyed Peter up as the young boy kept sobbing.

"Peter, you know Tony. He's always gotta make a scene." Peter looked down as he sat next to The Captain America and barely even acknowledged it. "We'll lose. We'll do that together too. We lost Tony, Peter. We can mourn together. You don't have to be alone." Peter sobbed once more. Steve wrapped an arm around him. Peter clung to the soldier's body.

"I loved him, Mr. Rogers. I never got to tell him that. I never told him he was a father figure to me." Steve nodded but smiled.

"He told me to tell you that he loved you, Peter. He wanted me to let you know that you were like a son to him. Also, to be a good big brother to his kid." Peter went tense.

"His k-kid?" Steve smiled.

"Pepper is pregnant, Peter. She wants you to help her name the baby. You are apart of the Stark family and Avenger family. Understand?" Peter nodded into the star wearing man.

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Now go see Pepper." Peter pulled himself up but dropped down.

"He won't ever get to meet his son, Cap." Steve sighed.

"He met you. He loves you. He already loves the baby too. He also loves Pepper and all of the Avengers, kid. He hasn't left. He's always in here." He roughed the kid's chest that hid his heart.

"Okay, thank you. It's an honor, sir." Steve just smiled as he sat there in front of Starks beautiful grave.

"You too, son." Peter left to go see his mother figure that carried his younger sibling he would soon meet.

Steve sat there and looked at the grave some more. "I told you, Tony, I told you we'd always be together. I'll watch over your family. I hope you know that. Also, I always did love you. No matter what. We would always be best friends. I know you never really forgave me, I never really forgave myself. Bucky didn't either. In the end, we'll be together. My grave," Steve looked at the open grass next to the cement that had a carving that read 'Tony Stark'. "Will be right there, and so on."

"You'll be remembered. IronMan."