Tony has been in surgery for hours, and Helen only came out once, a devastated expression on her face; to give him a little pink bundle of fabric with something precious inside. Rhodey opened the little cloth with tears in his eyes, and a sob left his lips when he saw the treasure inside. Until that moment he had never wondered how a 13-week baby looked like, he just thought it was a bunch of cells. But this? This was a little, perfectly formed human being. A baby. A dead baby. And judging by the color of the cloth, it was Tony’s little girl, Maria.