-Peter's P.O.V-

Peter was cold. Cold and tired, and in a bed that wasn't his normal. He shivered slightly, and shuffled closer to the warm object next to him. There was a deep chuckle from the object, "G'morning to you too, Peter."

That was James' voice. Even with his tired mind, Peter knew whos voice that was. He peeled his eyes open slowly, and was met with the sight of James's metal chest. Peter sat up quickly, immediately regretting it when the room seemed to spin around.

The bed Peter, and embarrassingly enough James as well, was laying on was half up. He was in the infirmary, and had been snuggled into James' side. The lights made Peter slightly dizzy, and the smell seemed to assault Peter's senses.

"Woah there, Peter, slow down," James eased. Standing up by the side of Peter's bed and gently pushing Peter back to lay down. "You need to take it slow."

"What…" Peter whispered out hoarsely. His voice was cracking, and his throat dry. He cleared his throat and rasped out, "What happened?"

James winced, "What do you last remember?"

For a second, Peter panicked. Thinking that somehow the Wolf Spider in him had awoken once again, and hurt someone. Then memories of going up on the roof, seemed to come through the cracks of Peter's foggy mind. He croaked out his answer, "Cold."

The older man gave Peter a cup of lukewarm water, and waited until Peter finished it to continue. He let out a strained smile, "Yeah, Bruce said you almost went into hibernation," James' smile faded, "You really worried all of us. Are you okay?"

Peter blinked at James before nodding, "I'm fine. Sorry I worried all of you."

James shook his head, "Don't apologize. Just… just next time tell one of us when you're hurt. Please, Pete."

"Y-Yeah," Peter mumbled, shell-shocked that someone cared this much, "I'll tell you guys next time."

James smiled slightly at that, his eyes showing a slight shimmer of relief, and Peter couldn't help but smile softly back. A second later, there was a knock at the door, and Peter tensed. His tired state still made his mind groggy, and his reactions slow, but he still tensed like he usually would.

"It's Wanda," The familiar and comforting voice said from behind the door, "May I come in?"

Peter nodded when James looked at him, and James answered, "Come on in, Wanda."

The redhead walked in, smiling softly and holding a large mug, "Hi, Peter. I brought you some hot chocolate to help you warm up."

Peter smiled as he took the mug, "Thank you." There was conversation for a few minutes until Natasha walked in after a knock.

"Sorry to interrupt," Natasha greeted with a nod, "But we've all been called for a mission. Bruce, Vision, and Rhodey are staying with Peter."

Peter felt his heart sink. Of course he knew that the others would be called out on a mission. It had only been a matter of time, but the thought of something happening to any of them made his stomach twist uncomfortably.

"How long's the mission?" Wanda asked with a small frown and a worried crinkle of her eyebrows.

"Shouldn't be too long. Fury found a few things out, and is sending us to take care of it. We're getting debriefed on the way there," Natasha explained. Her eyes scanned Peter over. Looking to see how Peter was holding up from his near-hibernation, or on how he was feeling about almost everyone going out, he didn't know.

James nodded, "Alright. Be there soon."

Wanda smiles at Peter as she stood, and shook up Peter's already disheveled hair before walking out with a soft goodbye.

Once the door was closed, James turned to fully look at Peter, worry clear in his eyes. "Are you alright with us going?" He asked.

Peter shrugged, it didn't matter if Peter was okay with it or not. James and the others would leave even if Peter had answered no. "I'll be fine," Peter replied instead, "You'll be back."

James chuckled, then nodded in confirmation, "We'll all be back. We wanted to introduce you to the Harry Potter movies, but this kind of sets those plans back."

Peter smiles softly, "Then we'll watch them when you all come back."

James nodded and stood up. He put a hand on Peter's shoulder, "Get some rest, Peter. You need to heal."

Peter nodded, and settled back under his blankets. He closed his eyes, and was asleep before James even closed the door to his room.

It was a restful sleep until Peter was awakened by loud bangs. The teen opened his eyes, and was confused when only the emergency lights were on. "FRIDAY?" Peter mumbled, still half asleep from healing.

There was no answer, and Peter snapped awake when the sound of bullets reached his ears. "FRIDAY?" Peter asked a bit louder. Still no answer, and Peter's spider sense crawled up his spine.

Peter went to go check if the door was locked, but as soon as he stood up he felt his sense flare a second to late. He dodged about five darts, but was still too sluggish to escape the other three. He landed on the ground with a thump, and couldn't even flinch when the door slammed open. People dressed in a terrifyingly familiar black uniform with guns broke through the window, files out of the vents, and stormed through the door. They all piled in until fifteen people with guns aimed at Peter stood tense at the collapsed teen.

There was a tense silence until a voice from one of their coms reached Peter's ears. Even if everything sounded like Peter was floating underwater, he could still make out the voice on the other line say, "Iron Patriot and Hulk are in custody. Bring in the Spider."

"Copy that," the man in front of Peter responded. He approached Peter, reaching from behind him to get the enforced cuffs. Peter wanted to fight back, wanted to struggle as the man put the cuffs on too tightly. He wanted to fight his way out and to Rhodey, Vision, and Bruce, because they had been captured and it was all just to get to him.

But he didn't move. Just let the soldiers manhandle him into a position that made it easier for them to drag him. His head lolled and when he finally found the ability to twitch a finger, one of the soldier injected him with whatever made him this droopy in the first place. Peter slumped, and the last thing he saw was Rhodey and Bruce's wise eyes as the soldiers threw Peter into a cage on the jet.

-Steve's P.O.V-

It was a four hour trip to the Philippines in the high speed, Quinjet. Apparently, Fury had found another HYDRA base, and thought that it was a good idea to send out the Avengers. Things were still a little tense since the argument, but the worst had been forgiven already when Peter had talked about his side.

"ETA is fifteen minutes," Natasha announces from the front, "Get ready for a fight."

Everyone nodded, and began strapping on their weapons, or in Tony's case going over the diagnostics of the suit, when Tony started mumbling to himself.

"Everything alright, Stark?" Sam asked as he strapped on his wings.

"FRIDAY isn't responding," Tony explained, "Baby Girl, everything alright?" Tony's face was an obvious sign that the A.I. still hadn't responded.

Steve was about to ask Tony if he knew what was going on, when the Quinjet tilted dangerously to the right. Steve stumbled to catch his balance, his mind flashing to before the ice when a metal hand grounded him. "You alright, Stevey?" His friend asked.

Steve nodded shakily, "What's going on up there, Romanoff?"

"We've been seen. HYDRA knows we're here," Natasha explained through gritted teeth. She ducked under another plane, and growled, "I can't make a safe landing like this, you're going to have to-"

Something hit the left wing, and suddenly the plane was dropping. Steve's breath hitched, and everything seemed to go slow. He couldn't move. He couldn't breathe. He was going down, and he would crash and there was no way he would survive another-

"Steve!" Bucky yelled as he threw himself on top of the blond. His metal arm latched onto one of the seats to ground the both of them as Natasha led them through a rough landing. When the plane finally pulled to a stop, Bucky helped Steve get up with a concerned look. Steve nodded back that he was fine and looked around to the rest of the team. "Everyone alright?" He asked. The opening hatch had been ripped off sometime during the crash land.

There was a chorus of affirmative groans, and Steve looked to see Natasha walking to make sure everyone was alright. "What just happened?" Tony asked. He had stepped out of his armor as to check if he could fix FRIDAY from the outside.

"There were too many missiles to dodge. It clipped the left wing," Natasha explained.

"Yeah, I got that," Tony replied dryly, "But how did they know we were here? This Quinjet is state of the art. It's made to be stealthy."

"What are you trying to say?" Clint asked.

"What I'm trying to say, is that they were waiting for us. But I don't get how they knew we were-"

"And you aren't going to get it," A voice said from the opening hatch.

Steve turned just in time to see Zemo behind about twenty HYDRA-men with guns aimed at them. He didn't even have time to move before they all fired twice, and three darts lodged into his chest. Steve felt his knees buckle, and collapsed to the ground. The last thing he saw was Bucky collapse in front of him, and a smirking Zemo before his vision faded into nothing.

AN: Oh it's been a week. I got my phone stolen at school, so I have to wait until Tuesday for another one. Good thing is, I rocked my Wonder Woman costume during Character Day on Spirit Week.

I'm not entirely happy with how this chapter turned out, but I didn't want to make y'all wait another week for an update.

Hope this chapter tortured you guys! Make sure you favorite, follow, review, and all that fun stuff. Until next time!