A million thanks to SouthernGal7 and Violin_0711. They both got constant texts with "What should I do next?" "Do you think I should...?" "What if I...?"
So needless to say, I couldn't have done this without them!

This is where characters hate a bit on team Iron Man. I personally like him (wow... That's an understatement) but for this story, I believe this is how they would react.

And just so you know, I don't watch the movies past AoU very often (because they depress me and my babies are fighting) so my Friday may not be very good.
I'm a Jarvis lover... So... Sorry.

~A~

"Friday find out where the call came from!" No, no, no, no, no, oh please no.

"Boss, it looks like your having a-"

"I know! Okay! Jus-just find him!"

He stumbled into his suit, wanting nothing more than for this to be some awful nightmare.

"The phone call came from a Super8 Motel in Brooklynn. Feeding you the coordinates now."

This wasn't real. None of this was...
This was his fault all his fault. This was his fault. He couldn't... He needed...

"Boss, breathe. I'm contacting Col. Rhodes."

"No, just, just go!"

He had to get there. Had to stop this. Had to see... Had to... To...

"Room 314." The AI supplied as Iron Man arrived at the rundown building.

The window made an excellent door. He crashed in, glass shattering to the floor. The room was small with only two duffle bags and what looked like a months worth of fast food wrappers.

"Steve!" He flipped his faceplate up, calling out.

"Check the bathroom, Boss."

He did. He regretted it.

The super soldier was lying in a pool of blood, a bullet hole neatly through his right temple.

"No." He whispered, "No, no! Friday!?"

"He's dead Boss."

"No, no, no, no." He brought a hand to his mouth, trying to stave off the vomit that was beginning to rise.

The outer door opened, "Steve?" The voice was careful. "Did a bird fly into the window again?" It was Sam. He was trying to sound unconcerned, but the fear was too deep to hide.

Tony should leave, or at least make an attempt to move away. But he couldn't. He couldn't pry his eyes away from the sickening sight.

Sam rounded the corner, "You," the angered voice came. Tony heard before he saw the gun being cocked. Then Sam saw Steve.

He shoved past Iron Man, kneeling by his friend. "What did you do!?" The pure malice in his voice brought Tony out of himself.

"I-I didn't, I swear, it wasn't me."

"Then what are you doing here!?" The man was standing now. Tony tried not to notice the blood staining Sam's jeans.

"H-he called me." Tony couldn't breathe. Steve was dead. Steve was killed. Steve killed himself.

"And why on earth would he call you!?"

"He, uh, he wanted to apologize."

"Apologize? He called you to apologize?!"

"Well, uh, yeah. Then... He... He..."

"He what?" Sam was shaking with anger. "Said, 'Congratulations you're getting your wish' or maybe you flat out told him to kill himself. I don't think you could get low enough to surprise me at this point!"

"Sam, I didn't, I never wanted this to happen! He just kept apologizing and, and then he said goodbye, then... Then... There was a gunshot and I traced the call to here."

The former paratrooper gave a short laugh. "And he called you! Of all the people in the world, he called you. You can't tell me that doesn't mean something!?"

"Sam, I-I'm telling you, this, this, wasn't me. I never wanted-"

"What you 'wanted' doesn't matter Stark. What matters is that you finally did it. You pushed him over the edge. You may not have pulled the trigger Stark, but you might as well have."

"S-Sam, Sam please, I-I didn't-"

"Get out!"

"Sam-"

"Unless you plan on arresting me, get out."

Sam turned as if Tony had never been standing there. Falling to his knees, he pushed Steve's half-opened eyes, closed.

Tony brought the helmet back over his face.

"Get me out of here."

"Boss-"

"Get me out of here!"

The suit obeyed.

~A~
There will be at least one more part.

Until then, please review. I write more when I get reviews :)

God bless,
Jamie