Note: the following story is an idea of my own, but the characters involved in this idea are a byproduct of Disney/Marvel Comics Entertainment.

This is a tale of what happens to a man when he is given a choice to sacrifice his marriage for the safety of a love one. What would happen to the man who rejected such a choice and decided to live the normal life. This is such a tale...

BLAM!

The gunshot was the only noise that stood throughout skirmish. It was that noise that cleared the crowed fighters and when they were finish they were able to see what has happen.

A hush went throughout the crowed men. Silence overcame them. After a few moments the whispers spoke out….

"What have we done?!"

"When the director hears about this…"

"It was a self defense…it was in self defense…"

"Someone better report this to the director…"

It was a dark and raining day…perfect for a funeral, especially when considered who is to be buried today.

Flocks of various people gathered the local cathedral, to say goodbye to the person being buried today. Yet the crowd of people outside of the church, along with the various guards and police patrolling the scene, couldn't compare to the amount of people gathered inside nor the tension that was within the building of the holy.

The people who did come to the wake, almost all came supporting the armband of his former colors and even his infamous black one.

However, inside of the church and the front and centered of it all was the grieving widow as she held her stomach and wondered of the life now growing within her.

She turned around and looked at the various people coming in to say goodbye. Most of them were former friends of her and her husbands, but now they all seems like strangers to her. Strangers who were all dressed in black and wearing the colored armbands.

She was then comforted by another one of her husband's former associates and lovers, a woman with white hair, but held a somber sad form on her face. No words passed between them, but an understanding face showed throughout both women that they knew what the other was feeling at the moment.

The words of the Reverend were spoken throughout the entire event thus far, but she didn't even care listen to them. She looked off to her side to see the man that got her husband killed and left his child without a father.

He looks sad sitting among his group of "allies", but she couldn't tell if it was sincere look or not.

She couldn't tell whether he felt guilt over the whole situation or not…all she knew was that this was his fault.

It was his fault that she was brought into this great tragedy. It was his fault that she lost almost all of her family…her lover…her husband and friend.

For that alone, she now had the unbridled hatred of one Mr. Tony Stark. A hatred, that was shared throughout the various mourners today…those within the church and those that couldn't make it at all.