A/N- So I'm sorry in advance, this one is going to be sad as well. This was requested by @Masonyourock2 and I couldn't help but actually write it.

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Trigger warning: self-harm, depression, suicide.

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Summary: after Peter's death Tony becomes very depressed.

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Third person POV

It was three months since Peter had died and two months since the funeral was held. The Avengers were still mourning the loss of their youngest member and nephew/ son. You had people like Steve, Vision, Sam and Thor who were slowly accepting the loss, people like Clint, Rhodey, Pietro and Scott who were not ready to accept but weren't exactly in denial and you had people like Tony, Nat, Wanda, Loki and Bucky who were very much in denial and didn't want to talk to anyone.

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Five months had past and the other Avengers had slowly picked up their lives again, while Tony was still in denial, he had began drinking again and became very depressed.

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It was now eight months since Peter's funeral and Tony was even more depressed. The other Avengers were really worried about him and tried to help him.

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Tony POV

I had promised Peter that I would live my life to the fullest, that I would do that for him. I am such a failure, I can't even keep the promise I made to my own goddamn son.

I went to my bathroom and got my razors from the drawer. I pulled my hoodie off and looked at my arm, so many cuts from the past eight months. I put the razor against my skin and sliced, I did that until I had five fresh cuts on my left arm and five on my right. I sat there until my mind would leave me alone long enough to clean the cuts and tidy up the razors.

I pulled my hoodie back on and went to the kitchen to get myself an cup of coffee, while I was waiting for my coffee to brew I heard someone behind me. I turned around and saw Loki standing there, "Hey Reindeer Games, what's up?" "Hello Tony, nothing. How are you feeling?" "Look at you, being all caring and stuff," I said in my usual sarcastic manner. Loki glared at me and I grabbed my coffee and went back to my room.

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One year ago today was the worst day of my life. My son, Peter, died.

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Third person POV

It had been one year since the death of Peter Stark, one year since Tony Stark fell into a depression. Today was the day that earth would no longer have Anthony Edward Stark roaming it.

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Tony POV

Today is the day I am going to end it all, the voices, the pain, the misery, all of it.

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The entire day I've been spending time with the others saying goodbye when I went to my room, them not knowing it was the last goodbye I would ever say.

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I sat against the wall in my room, door locked of course and had razors in my hand. I looked at a photo of Peter and began sobbing, "Don't worry, Pete, after tonight we will be reunited." I say as I slice the veins on both my arms vertically.

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Nat POV

We were all watching Harry Potter when we heard the alarm and FRIDAY saying, "Emergency, all of you please got to boss's room.", we all looked at each other and went up to Tony's room. Steve knocked on the door and tried to open it when he didn't get a response, only to find it locked. We all grew concerned since Tony had been very depressed this past year. Bucky kicked the door and it flew open. When we walked into the room, we saw Tones sitting against a wall, completely lifeless with bloody arms and a razor in his hand.

I saw a letter next to him and it said:

Dear Avengers,

As you all know I was very sad about losing Pete, I'm sorry but I just couldn't take it anymore. Peter was the only thing that kept me grounded and then I lost him, we all lost him.

I made my boy a promise, that I would live my life to the fullest for him. I didn't. I failed my son and I deserved to die.

I just want to be with him again, that's why I took my life.

I'm sorry for leaving you all behind like this, but this is the right choice.

Tony

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Third person POV

After Tony had killed himself, the Avengers had another funeral to attend. Everyone cried and it took them all over a year to come to terms with the death of both father and son.

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A/N- Oh wow, I feel like I made some people cry. Hope you guys liked it.

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~ x M