Yes, part two of sorts to Close Your Eyes (with Bucky) but with a different character. 

WARNING:  It's really angsty.  Seriously.

"Should I call (Y/N)?"

"Might as well."

A few agonizing minutes passed before FRIDAY's voice returned with the answer that Tony knew was coming, remembering that you were at an appointment and likely waiting for him; he could see your face and your anxiously tapping foot in his mind, and he managed a small smile at the thought.

It would be the final disappointment that he would put you through in his life, leaving you with so many more yet to come even after he was gone.

"There was no response, boss."

~~~

"I think he has Tony's nose," you grinned, pushing the ultrasound picture into Steve's hand, "poor kid."

"I don't have any clue what you're looking at, (Y/N). It's all just wiggly lines and shadows." He crinkled his nose as he squinted and tried to focus, holding the paper close to examine anything that even remotely resembled a nose. "Is that it?" he pointed, holding it out to you with a hopeful expression.

"Oh, no," you smiled, "no, that's definitely not his nose. That's what makes him a he, Cap."

"Oh...oh! Right! Right..." his voice faded as he began to study it again with renewed determination.

"(Y/N)?"

You turned away from Steve at the sound of the soft voice behind you, barely hearing Bruce as he entered the room. When you saw him, you stood to meet him but you felt your knees weaken at the realization of what he was about to tell you. You could see it in his face; he looked like he had aged twenty years in the one day that they had been gone on what Tony had called 'a mission he could finish in his sleep'.

"Bruce..."

"Woah, (Y/N)," Steve gasped, standing at your side to catch you as you wavered, "what's wrong..." he paused, looking up at the doctor. "Oh, no...Banner...oh, (Y/N), come on, sit down."

Bruce slowly moved across the room towards you, but everything was moving in slow motion, as if you were watching the scene happen to you from outside of your own body, not as an active participant in something so ridiculous. There was no way that this could be real, and your mind was protecting you with its refusal to believe it.

"I have something," Bruce stopped, holding his hand out to reveal a small flash drive, "that you're supposed to listen to when you're ready. But if you can't," his voice softened and began to break, "then I can hold onto it until then."

"This isn't happening," you mumbled to yourself, folding your arms over your barely rounded belly and leaning forward as the pain rose in your chest and your eyes began to sting. Steve's arms tightened around you when your breaths hitched in your throat and your body began to shake, but even he wasn't strong enough to hold you steady. "He should have been home by now..."

Steve took a deep breath and felt surprised at his own emotions, not feeling his tears until they ran down onto his cheeks, growing more abundant with the sound of your crying into his chest and the feeling of your hands clutching his shirt; he wanted to give you his strength until he had none left, but he quickly came to realize that he had barely any to give. "What happened?" he whispered to Bruce, who had now taken a seat on your opposite side.

"I don't know all of the details, but there was an ambush, and something malfunctioned in the suit. I was...I was too far away...I couldn't get there."

You pushed back from Steve and turned to Bruce, who was still holding the drive in his hand. With a trembling reach, you took it and turned it over, inspecting it intently through tear hazed eyes, though there was nothing special about it on the outside. On the inside, it held the final memory of Tony that you would ever have. "How did you get this?"

"When I, uh, tore the suit open," he choked out with a small cough, "um, FRIDAY told me that he had recorded this for you...before he..."

"Right. And where is he now?"

"Downstairs. Thor and Clint are moving him from the jet."

With a gentle nod, you leaned forward from Steve's grip and stood, moving cautiously to the computer station on the wall next to you. With a few casual swipes of your hand, the screen came to life and you inserted the drive, still struggling to keep your shaking fingers under control.

"Miss, are you sure that you want to do this now?" FRIDAY asked before beginning the replay.

"Yes, thank you, FRIDAY." Turning back to your teammates, you again took a seat between them and accepted Steve's embrace, leaning against him for support while you waited for your world crumble before you. He was about to share in something that neither of you wanted to hear, but he didn't shy away; his arms only held you closer when your husband's voice echoed throughout the room.

"Hey, sweetheart, it's me. But you knew that, I suppose. Who else would still sound this good right before they die, huh?" There was a long pause, almost so much so that you were about to check the drive for a problem with the playback when it began again. "Okay, yeah, terrible time for a terrible joke. I'm sorry. Listen, (Y/N), I'm down to the wire here, and there are things that I need to say. I never thought that this would be the way I'd say them, but here we are."

You straightened slightly and tried in vain to prepare, only to feel yourself leaning into your friend even more when Tony began again.

"Do you remember that charity event where we met? That big, fancy, overblown party thrown at that monstrosity of a mansion that was clearly built for an egomaniacal ass?"

"That was your mansion," you sniffled quietly.

"Why did you even talk to me? Baby, I was not worth a single second of your time, but for some reason that I still don't understand to this day, you wouldn't let that jerk that I used to be fool you. You called me out on every last bullshit line that I pulled, and every lame move I could think of, trying to impress you. If only I would've known that being myself would work, we could've saved months of awkward begging and pleading that I'm not exactly proud of. Just one more thing to add to the list of reasons why I can't believe that you chose me."

"I've told you a million times why," you mumbled, looking down at the ring on your left hand, your thumb twirling it mindlessly as you listened to him. The lights of the lounge danced through the brilliant stone he had given you, it's shine catching Steve's eye when he looked down to make sure that you were okay.

You could hear Tony's breathing change, becoming faster and uneven, and a wince of pain when he tried to move. He didn't speak for several minutes, trying to regain his composure and his strength to finish what he needed to say to you before he would never have the chance again.

"Bruce, I know you're there with her, and if I know my girl, then Steve's there too. Could you guys give us a minute?"

"I'll be right outside, okay?" Steve nodded to you, pressing a kiss to your hair as he pulled away reluctantly. When Tony's voice returned, it stopped both men in their tracks, leaving the two of them to finally break down once they had cleared the threshold of the room.

"Gentlemen, thank you. For all of it. I wouldn't trade your friendship for anything."

"Oh, god," you gasped, pushing yourself against the back of the couch with panting breaths, trying to regain any sense of calm, "I can do this...I can..."

"(Y/N), that man that you met at the party all of those years ago died that night. The man you are listening to right now came to life, and even at this moment, I've never felt more alive because of you. I know that I'm ruining our plans, and that I'm leaving you with so many things that I wanted to share with you, and honey, I'm so sorry." He paused for a moment with a few hacking coughs and harsh whistling breaths as he began to falter. "I know that I've always said it's cruel to name a child after his father, but all of the sudden, I'm not so much against it. Let the kid ride out some success on my name; I'm not gonna be using it."

You were almost hyperventilating now, feeling a tingling beginning in your toes and working its way up your legs. Steve knocked on the window to get your attention, seeing the shift in you, but you held up a now numb and cold hand to keep him at bay.

"(Y/N), promise me that you'll find a way to be happy someday," Tony coughed weakly, his voice growing quieter and his words slowing. "Keep moving forward, sweetheart, please. Little Tony is gonna need that strength that I've always admired about you. Promise me, (Y/N)."

"I promise," you panted between sobs, knowing that the moment was coming.

"That's my girl. You made me so much better, (Y/N)...and I love you."

A sad stillness and silence hung heavily in the room, feeling as if it would crush you if something didn't break through it. When it was finally interrupted, the change in voice left you crumbling onto the couch in agonizing and broken sobs.

"That is the end of the recording, miss," FRIDAY announced solemnly. With Tony gone, she wouldn't continue, just as she was programmed, and her last words dealt one final blow.

"I am so sorry that I failed you."