Have no fear the chiropractor is here.

Peter was in a beautiful amount of pain. Oodles and oodles of pain. He could see through time and into the fourth dimension. He could see hypercubes that's how much pain he was in.

The best part was, this was only about a 6 on his pain scale level. There were times when he woke up in a cold sweat, remembering that time he'd reached 10. Thankfully it had only ever happened when he was in his own bed and not staying over at Tony's.

That was a conversation he wasn't planning on having any time soon. Someone was putting something on his face. It felt weird but familiar. After a few seconds he realised through the fuzziness that it was Tony. He tried to bat him away, but was he was far too weak to do any thing about it.

Tony just shushed him and kissed his forehead. Peter wasn't sure what Tony wanted but he wished he'd leave off, he just wanted to sleep. And perhaps take his own weight in Vidocin.

He wasn't sure what that amount of pain killers would do to him, let alone his spider sense. So he decided (probably wisely) not to consume that much, if he was honest with himself however he would have to admit that it was mostly the cost factor.

Peter was still lying on the floor, on the (normally) exceedingly comfortable throw cushions when he heard people talking above him. Their voices were low and hurried, and the only thing he could hear was "you can't leave it on he'll suffocate" but his senses where telling him everything was golden so he decided to let it be.

He tried to listen in, but all he could get is that the person with the lower voice was pissed off at the one with the more familiar voice. After a few seconds he realised that caller number two, was, was, was Tony. Tony, he knew Tony.

Someone was leaning down next to him now, the one with the deeper voice. He was saying stuff, stuffy stuff of the stuff variety. Peter was struggling to open his eyes and listen when he felt a jab in his left arm, his body automatically reacted and he wished it hadn't as he groaned in pain.

"Et tu body" he whispered, but the pain was slowly well not going away but it was definitely weaker. Like it'd been dampened.

Wearily he opened his eyes only to see Captain-god-damn (probably not) America's face inches from his. In any other situation he would have been fangirling out, or fanboying out rather. Or trying to be cool. Or telling jokes or something, but all he had the effort to do was whisper thanks and pass out.

Several Hours Later

(da da da da da daaaaaaaaaa)

"I don't even want to live in this world anymore, why am I even alive?" Peter moaned quietly to himself as he sat up. Or at least as he attempted to sit up and failed miserably. His back hurt but not as much as before, and he was very glad he wasn't in a hospital.

With another groan, he looked around at his surroundings.

He was in a large bed, one he hadn't seen before. There was tasteful pop art decorating the walls, and to his right a large window. The drapes were closed, and there was only dim light in the room. When he glanced to his left there was a door that lead god knows where and another directly in front of him that was slightly ajar.

Voices were drifting in from outside and now that he was past the worst of the pain and delirium he recognised their voices.

But more importantly he knew what Tony and Captain America were talking about. Him...

He'd never felt more exposed in his entire life.

That feeling continued when he realised that his mask was off.

Panic quickly set in.

He was still trying not to hyperventilate when Captain America strolled in.

"So Iron Man, (he said the name slowly and carefully), still refuses to tell me what's going on, how you got hurt"

Peter's heart leapt, before he heard "Spider-Man. And I can't say I approve of what you're doing but Iron Man assures me that you're, he paused for a while before continuing, "qualified"

Peter had to resist to quirk an eyebrow he wasn't aware that Tony could, … convince Captain America like this.

He resisted the urge to be either fawning or sarcastic at this statement and instead decided not to say anything.

"Although I have to say,- he continued- I am impressed with how you dealt with Kraven -he said the name slowly- and with these web shooters you've invented". He finished talking and looked remarkably awkward, this was a man you (almost) single-handedly defeated the Red Skull. Not to mention his countless battles against Baron Zemo among others, and now he looked almost as if he wanted Peter's well not approval but interaction. Like he was uncomfortable with the one-sided conversation.

Peter was still very tired, but he managed to ask what Captain America had done and in a rather more tentative voice what the damage was.

The man almost beamed and in that moment he became less of an idol that Peter had looked up to as a lonely child, and more of an actual person.

"You have some back injuries and a few lacerations across your lower back and your shoulders, particularly along your collar bone"

He paused and looked at Peter, he had an odd expression on his face that Peter couldn't quite read. Captain America seemed to be waiting for some sort of reaction from Peter, it seemed rude to let a national icon stand there awkwardly.

So Peter made a non-committal noise and tried to think of a way to tell a man he looked up to since forever to leave him alone so he could sleep.

Fortunately he didn't need to, just as he was about to tell Captain America to amscray Tony sauntered in. Unfortunately however, Captain America didn't notice him straight away and so he kept on talking.

"I'm a little surprised that Tony is actually dating you, to be honest. He says shit like that all the time, so I thought he was trying to make you uncomfortable" he confessed.

He was still oblivious to the now gleeful Tony prancing around behind him, who was apparently doing some kind of happy-dance.

Peter hoped that it wasn't an inadvertent rain dance.

Before any warnings could be made the over-excited Tony was latched onto Captain America's back and he was babbling about how happy he was that "Capsicle" had finally sworn.

Above and beyond anything else Tony was cute as hell when he got exciting about something, especially when that something was so stupid.

Peter couldn't hide his smile and chuckle over Tony's adorableness and the good Captain's obvious discomfit.

Tony's wandering eye and mocking voice instantly transferred to his boyfriend, but he couldn't hide the glint of worry through his laughter.

"What's so funny bug-brain?" he asked, comedy gold it was not.

"Nothing. Its just you are so cute" Peter admitted fully aware of the reaction he was bound to receive.

"Cute? Me?" Tony demanded in mock anger, "I will have you know that I am the manliest man that ever manned" he said, completely confidant.

Peter just snorted.

Tony moved around the Capitan and sat down next to Peter on the bed, leaning in to kiss him gently.

If it wasn't for the wounds it probably would have progressed farther than a simple kiss, it was a good thing too. Peter wasn't sure how his burgeoning (hopefully) friendship with Captain America could survive him accidentally seeing them fuck.

As it was a polite cough was all it took to drag Peter from his somewhat lust-filled haze.

"I hate to do this, but I need some answers about what's going on. I have to check, the young man in the bed-wait young man? Tony didn't give him my name?- is Spider-Man?"

Tony nodded.

"And you are dating him?"

Another nod.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?"

Tony shook his head fervently.

"Good enough for me"

"Breakfast Cap?"

"Please"