Tony sat in his tent, reading May's letter under the dim light. "Steve, come look at this." Steve came over at sat by his husband, looking at the letter. "Steve, our poor boy is miserable. We need to get home."

"Tony, you know we can't just leave. Maybe we can write him more often?"

"Steve, letters aren't the same and you know that." Steve knew Tony was right, and he knew Peter was burning up inside. But the worst part was, he knew it was all his fault.

Suddenly, they heard gunshots coming from outside their tent. They grabbed their guns and prepared for battle. Outside, there were countless men scattered on the floor in pools of blood. Men began shooting and Tony and Steve from behind. "RUN!"

They ran as fast as they could, but that wasn't enough. Steve was shot in leg and fell to the ground. "STEVE!" Tony grabbed him and dragged him into the forest. Steve was crying out in agonizing pain.

"It's okay, it's gonna be okay." Tony took off his shirt and tied it around Steve's leg. "Tony, p-people are c-coming. You've...you've gotta go."

"No, I'm not leaving you!" Tony cried. He grabbed onto Steve, embracing him in his arms. "I love you, Steve Rogers. And if you're gonna die, than I'm going with you." They could hear the men coming, but they just laid there, crying in each other's arms.

"G-goodbye Tony. I love you."

"I love you more, Steve." They shut their eyes and thought of their son. We're sorry Peter, they thought. This was it. This was the end.

But then a miracle happened.