Steve's POV:

Bright light, that was the first thing he saw, a white light that made his head hurt. Things fuzzily started to come into focus, there were people standing all around him, putting things on him, sticking him with needles, he could feel it, but wasn't in pain, he didn't understand.

'Ah, morphine…' he thinks, looking up to his left seeing a blurry outline of a clear liquid hanging from a metal rail, 'I must be in the hospital…how?...when did I get here?'

He then hears someone calling his name, the voice is familiar but he can't remember who it is, it sounds like someone from his past…someone from another life… 'Howard? No…not Howard. His…son. Tony! Its Tony…he sounds upset. Why is Tony upset? I don't understand…'

Suddenly there's another voice, it's calmer, closer, he turns his head to see a figure standing over him, the figure is blurry, but he can tell it's a woman, wearing blue, and she had dark hair. He tries to focus, squinting past the bright light, and the tiredness that is overcoming him, trying to tug him back to the warm, dark place he's just awoken from. He squints, lets his eyes focus and then, suddenly, he sees her. 'An Angel'.

"Am I in heaven?" He rasps. Wait…he didn't mean to say that. Why did he say that?

The Angel smiled. "No Captain Rogers, you're in the hospital, you're injured, but we're going to take the best possible care of you alright?" She spoke. Her voice sounded like music.

'No, why is she turning away?'

The Angel was then replaced with possibly the least Angelic face he could imagine – Tony.

"Steve!...Steve, hey there bud, you gave us a bit of a scare there! Look, just because you don't wanna go to a charity gala doesn't mean you have to keel over on us alright? Could have just said-"

"Tony! It's alright Steve, you're okay now, and the doctors are going to take really good care of you. Just focus on getting better okay?" Interrupted Pepper, stroking his arm soothingly.

Pepper looked tired. Pepper hardly ever looked tired, even when she's running after Tony all day, and Tony, he was putting on a brave face, but Steve could tell he was worried and he had blood all over his suit.

'My blood. That's all my blood?'

He wanted to apologise to his friends, for making them worry, for ruining Tony's suit, for going in unprepared, for not listening to Bruce. But before he could say any of that, he felt that he was losing the battle with the warm darkness, he felt it creeping slowly up him until it reached his eyes, seeping in and drawing out the light.

"Steve! Steve…What's happening, do something!" He heard Tony shout.

'Why is he shouting?…I just need to sleep'

"Captain Rogers, come on, stay with me! Push Epinephrine now! Come on, stay with me Captain Rogers!"

'The Angel wants me to stay…but I can't, I'm so tired'

That was the last thing Steve thought before slipping into oblivion, having no feeling whatsoever of almost 1000 volts coursing through his body and no recollection of the doctors and nurses above him having to restart his heart a further two times. He especially doesn't remember hearing the great Tony Stark, Iron Man, crying over the near death of Captain America.