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Chapter One

Right after the battle of New York...

Steve had been the first to leave from the Shawarma place, heading back to Stark tower, soon to be Avengers tower. He walked in and placed his leftovers in the fridge, not caring if anyone else ate them. Sighing, he closed the fridge and rested his head against the door handles. He must have dozed off because he felt a tapping on his shoulder.

"Hey." Steve said raising his head tiredly.

"You okay?" Bruce asked. "I've been standing here for ten minutes and you haven't noticed me."

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine, thanks. Just need some rest." Steve pushed off the fridge and turned to head to his room.

"Steve wait." Bruce turned towards the soldier and sighed. "Steve you have to get these wounds looked at."

Steve sighed again, all he wanted to do was sleep. "In the morning Bruce, I'm so beat."

Bruce shook his head, "Steve that's not a good enough excuse, please let me just look you over."

"Fine." Steve breathed as he made his way over to the couch.

"Where are you hurt?" The scientist asked, hoping for a real answer.

"Chest, stomach, head, leg, chest." Steve stopped listing as his eyes slowly closed.

"I need you to stay awake just a little while longer Steve and help me out here okay? Just hang on a couple more minutes." Bruce asked kindly. "Can you pull down the top half of your uniform please?"

Steve nodded sleepily, grunting as he unzipped and peeled the uniform from his hurt body. Bruce gasped, Steve's entire top half was mangled and bruised. Steve's eyes slowly closed again and he sunk further into the couch, unconscious. Bruce sighed, beginning to work. He first taped up the soldiers ribs, moving onto his burn and laser marks. He was cautious not to hurt Steve, but he was out cold. He finished up with his front side and tried to flip the injured man over, but he was too heavy. Bruce turned at the sound of the door and saw the rest of the team coming in.

"Hey." Bruce greeted them.

"Hey, is he okay?" Natasha asked. She was helping Clint limp to the counter. The archer sighed and rubbed his eyes.

"Yeah, that's what he said, I haven't found anything too bad yet." said Bruce. "Can I get a hand here?"

Natasha nodded and came over, helping to flip Steve's sleeping form over. Natasha gasped quietly and Bruce swore as they saw his back. It was manged more than his front side. There were two bullet holes and a stab wound that looked infected.

"We should really get him to a hospital." Natasha said.

'No, he wouldn't want that. I'll fix him up best I can and we'll see what he says to do in the morning." Bruce said with a sigh. The doctor cleaned out Steve's wounds and wrapped them up tightly, hoping they wouldn't bleed. By the time he was done it was 2am. He figured to just leave the soldier on the couch instead of waking him up. He informed Tony and Thor when they came in not too long after the assassins. Now that he was done curing the captain, he went to bed. He didn't want to leave the captain, because of the severity of his wounds. But he did anyways. Besides, there is always Jarvis, he kept reminding himself as he fell asleep

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