A/N: And I am here! I have been trying to calm down with my updates, but I go to bed each night shaking because I feel the NEED to update this particular fic. I tend to forget about the others, but I loooooove writing this. Except when I have to do horrible things to characters. I mean, I'm totally cool with torturing you guys, the audience, but not my precious characters. Anyways, on with the story...

Disclaimer: I do not own Spider-Man or the Avengers or any of their characters. That's all Sony, Marvel, and Disney.

-Peter's POV-

Peter's eyes flew open, but he squinted because of the light and his weakness. Steve's face was right in front of his, and he had to use everything within him to keep from blushing... Or screaming out in joy.

Peter gave the best smile he could at the moment, "You're alive." his rough voice commented, "Are you my Prince Charming?" He joked and then coughed.

Steve smiled down at him, and Peter felt warmth rush through his body. Steve then moved to, as Peter assumed, remove his restraints. However, his efforts failed and he left to, as Peter once again assumed, get the keys to free him.

Peter felt a wave of exhaustion come over him. He closed his eyes and let himself float off.

After a minute, Peter woke to the feeling of being picked up. He chose to keep his eyes closed, as he recognized the muscular body that he had once ran into. In Steve's arms he felt safe, so he turned to get closer to Steve by digging his face into Steve's chest. He also clutched onto Steve's jacket. He was not letting go. Peter was not going to lose another person.

Peter felt the pair bounce as Steve continued to walk. All the sudden, he felt himself being drawn in closer to Steve. Then, he felt soft lips touch his forehead. Peter was shocked and he nearly froze, but then a sense of joy and happiness shot through him and he smiled. He then dug his face deeper into the man's chest because of the comfort the closeness provided.

Peter felt his foot tap against the elevator door as the two climbed inside the elevator. As the elevator rose, Peter realized how cold it was without his shirt, and he shivered.

Steve awkwardly tried to wrap the jacket he was wearing around Peter too, but he failed, "Sorry, Peter." He whispered, "I could put you down and quickly give you my jacket before we reach to floor to leave."

Peter quickly shook his head. He did not want to leave Steve's arms for a second.

"Okay." He heard, "Are you s-" Steve was cut off by the elevator suddenly stopping.

Peter heard the doors open and then Steve say, "That does not look like the floor we are looking for." Then a pause and, "And none of those people look like receptionists."

"Well, that's a bit of a problem." Peter vaguely heard himself say.

"Yeah. A bit."

Peter heard guns click and then the soft tap of feet against the ground, "Stand down, Mr. Rogers." Peter heard a disturbingly familiar voice, "We don't want to hurt you, we just want Peter." 'Oh!' Peter realized, 'It's Gustav!' "So, just hand him over to us and we will let you go."

"Over. My. Dead. Body." Peter heard an unusually cold tone from Steve.

"Suit yourself." Peter heard, and then the sound of gunfire. Next thing he knew, Peter felt the rush of air from Steve running. There was the sound of bullets hitting Steve's shield, men yelling, and the loud drum of feet running.

Peter then felt his head forcefully hitting a door as Steve slammed into it, pushing it open.

"Sorry." Peter heard, but he didn't care. It was nothing compared to what was going on now. Nothing compared to what they did to him.

There was then the bouncy feeling, like when you are driving down a bumpy road, from Steve, probably, climbing stairs. Men followed behind, and soon Peter heard a shot and then felt Steve stumble for a second, but he didn't stop or say anything.

Peter tried to open his eyes, but he couldn't keep them open because of everything going on in and around him.

"Peter, just relax best you can right now." Steve said, "You need to heal and not get any more banged up."

"I can do that later. I honestly don't think now is the time to relax." Peter coughed, "What happened to you?"

"What do you mean?" Peter heard slight panting, though he wasn't sure if it was from Steve.

"You stumbled. Did you get shot?"

"Nothing to worry about. Especially not right now."

"Steve."

"Just a graze in the leg."

"Okay..." Peter clutched harder onto Steve, now with some of Steve's shirt in his fist. 'Man, my head really hurts.' Peter complained in his head, 'And my body feels all tingly.'

Peter soon felt Steve pushing through a new set of doors, and then the sound of gasps from people. They must be in the lobby.

However, this fact did not stop their attackers. Peter heard them come through the dorm not too long behind.

"Crap! They're right behind us." Peter heard Steve.

"How? How are they keeping up with you?" Peter questioned.

"I have no idea." Peter heard in response. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through Peter's left leg. Peter hissed and Steve clutched onto him, "Almost there."

All of the sudden, Peter felt the push of another door and then fresh air. Peter breathed in and tried to enjoy it, but his body was exhausted. After a minute, despite his will, Peter fell unconscious.

-Line break-

Peter woke up feeling extremely dizzy. He opened his eyes, and, squinting, looked to his right, where his blonde friend sat, asleep, holding his hand. Peter looked around and recognized the area as the Avengers' med bay. He had been here once or twice as Spider-Man.

Peter then examined himself to see that he was practically in a full-body cast. He tried to move, but the pain from the move resulted in a squeak and a startled Steve.

"You okay?" The soldier asked.

"Yep, just tonight myself what not to do."

Steve nodded and then looked at Leter in the eye, "Like rely on Spider-Man?"

Peter sighed, "I know you think this is all his fault-"

"It is."

"But I'm a grown up. I make my own decisions. I chose to do this, not him."

"But he encouraged it."

"He didn't-"

"And even if he didn't, part of the deal was for him to watch over you, which he clearly did not do."

"He was and probably still is out of state!" Peter let the lie slip out of his mouth, "He couldn't do much for me."

"Then why didn't you tell me so-"

"So, what? So, you could try to talk me out of it? No way."

Steve gave a partial scolding, partial hurt look, "Peter, I just want you to be safe. I don't know what I would do, what I would have done, if you were killed." Steve squeezed Peter's hand.

Peter looked down at their hands and made a face, "Um, Steve?"

"Yes?" Peter looked up to see that Steve's face was closer to his than it was a second ago.

"You're crushing my previously crushed fingers."

"Oh! Sorry." Steve quickly let go of Peter's hand. The two continued to stare at eachother until Steve slowly came in, as if he doubted himself, and placed his lips on Peter's. Surprise, confusion, and excitement all shot through Peter at the same time. Steve brought his hand behind Peter's head, but Peter pulled back.

"Um..."

"What's wrong?" Steve asked worriedly.

Peter thought back to the day at the mall, "I thought that I saw you k- Um. Kissing a woman at the mall a couple a weeks ago. The day before we went out to breakfast? Same day Spidey dropped a kiss on Mr. Stark." 'Oh crap. Tony.'

Steve looked at him confused, "I was still on a mission that day. Didn't get back until twenty minutes before I saw you."

"Then, how come Tony was back so early?"

"He flew ahead." Steve informed before pausing for a second and then asking, "Peter, do you not trust me?"

"It's not that. I just swore I saw you with a wom-" and then Peter stopped himself. 'Side effects.' Peter realized, 'Hallucinations.'

"What is it, Peter?"

"Nothing. Forget all I just said. I just realized something."

"What?"

"Nothing to worry about." Peter looked at Steve, and before Steve could question him, Peter dove in.

Peter slid his fingers in Steve's hair, and Steve placed his hands along Peter's cheeks. It was an awkward kiss, as Peter couldn't really sit up, so Steve had to get up on the endgame of the bed and lean way down, but it was still great. The kiss made Peter forget about everything that was happening around him.

A/N: Now I need to start singing "Peter and Steve sitting in a medical bed, k-i-s-s-i-n-g." I know, there was some repeated stuff from last chapter, but I had no better way of starting the chapter, so live with it and love the adorableness (you can tell I had a live for that because of the chapter's title). Anyways, Peter's in big poop. First he's got Oscorp crap, then pissing off Steve as Spidey, and now kissing both Steve and Tony. Yikes! Do not want to be in his shoes! Anyways, as usual, please review, follow, review, review, review, review, review, and, oh yeah, favorite (bet you though I was going to say review. ;) )