Author's note: I do not own any of the characters used in this story; they are all owned by their respective companies. I hope you enjoy my story. Please let me know if there are any spelling errors or anything else that needs improvement. Also, listen to the music above to feel the emotions that the characters are experiencing.

Tick, tick, tick. The sound of the clock echoed through the room, making seconds feel like minutes, minutes feel like hours, and hours feel like years. He never thought time could drag on like this. He never imagined he would see his daughter have her heart ripped out of her chest. All he could think of were the happy memories of the past and the new memories that may never be made with his whole family. Seeing her like this reminded him that she was not supposed to be alive when she was born. But right now, he had to make the difficult call to his wife, Trina, who was with one of their cousins.

Meanwhile, Steve Rogers, AKA Captain America, and his wife Natasha, AKA Black Widow, found their daughter Juliana with a gunshot wound to the chest and a badly broken leg. Steve picked up his daughter and ran with her in his arms, unaware that his cousin had just done the same for his own daughter. Soon, Captain America and Black Widow arrived at the hospital with their injured daughter. They were completely unaware that their cousin Tommy was in the waiting room, and they didn't know that both of their daughters were in the same hospital, being treated for different injuries.