Death of the DreamWhen Tony stood up at the podium at Steve's funeral, he looked into the eyes of all the people who had ever loved Captain America, and saw hate.
They all hated him.
They blamed him for Steve's death.
So did he.
He'd thought, for a brief moment, about not coming; about sparing them all from his presence. But the thought of not speaking at the funeral of his best friend didn't sit well with him. So he stood, tall and composed, to tell the world about the man he had let die.
"Steve Rogers . Steve was a good man. A great man. He was my best friend and I," he paused, swallowed hard and thickly to repress the bile building up, "I loved him. I did. We didn't always see eye to eye, especially over the past few weeks, but I loved him, and this " He put his face in his hand and took a shuttered breath, felt the levy break loose, "This wasn't supposed to happen. I never meant for any of this to happe