When the door opened, Steve was barely aware of where he was. He slowly dragged himself through the doors, trying to focus on where he was.

"Captain?" He could hear Friday call out his name, but he couldn't concentrate on the voice, he was trying to look around the room. There weren't any other people in the room.

"Friyay-" His voice slurred. "I nee- need help."

"How can I assist you Captain?"

"Call someone." He slowly dragged himself out of the elevator propped on his forearms. Every time he dragged himself forward, he winced.

"Captain, you have been blocked from making outgoing calls. I have contacted Mr. Stark to grant your request."

"What?" Steve had pulled himself over to the closest wall, and lay with his back against it.

"Mr. Stark is on his way, per your request for help."

"No, don- let 'em." Steve stared at the elevator, before his eyes started drooping. "I gotta... move." His arm reached out, but he was too tired to do anything.

When the elevator doors opened, Steve couldn't make himself move.

Warm hands gently caressed his face, working their way up to his hair. His head was forced back and forth, almost as if Tony was inspecting it. They disappeared for a moment, and Steve whined at the loss of the kind hands.

"Friday, do a basic analysis of his injuries."

There was a moment of silence before Friday replied.

"I am unable to conduct a conclusive scan, however many contusions, a possible patella fracture, possible mandible fracture, and a likely concussion. I advise medical attention right away to assess and treat any injuries."

"Okay... Friday send up some help, tell them it's an emergency. Erase all security tape from Steve and my own floor from the past hour and shut down my floor until I can get back there." Tony sat down next to Steve who was watching his with a half open eye.

"'ony?" Tears slipped from his eye. Tony lifted his hand and brought it to Steve's face. He pushed away slightly, but Tony was much to fast for the battered body. Tony's thumb lightly wiped the tear from his face and then slide down to Steve's waist. Under the clothing, the skin had already bumped up and was swelling.

"Oh Steve. You should've just told me. I wouldn't have had to do this. You, Peter, and I could've lived so happily if you had just told me." Tony's hand remained a gently but solid weight on Steve's waist. "I've got help coming. Okay?" Steve blinked heavily, and nodded the best he could. "Don't forget baby, you could've avoided this. Right? Sometimes your mind is to dumb to think about what your doing. But it's okay baby, you're going to be better right?" Steve didn't move, but kept staring at Tony the best he could. "Right baby, you're going to do better?"

Steve nodded enthusiastically, making a slight grunting noise at the pain that came from moving his jaw to quickly.

"That's right. You're going to be better, then I won't have to do this." Tony looked up to opening elevator. "Okay, help is here. I'm right here Steve. They're going to move you, but I'm right here." Tony's hand left Steve's side as he was shifted from his side, onto his back.

"'ony!" Steve cried out. "T-ony?" Steve struggled slightly against the others, until a hand on his hair stopped him.

"I'm here. It's alright. You're alright."

"'m sorry." Steve slurred out. "S-orry." He repeated.

"You're okay. It's okay, just relax. Breath baby." Steve was lifted onto a stretcher, and pushed into the elevator.

"What happened to him?" One of the doctors asked. He didn't get answer, Tony focused on Steve, avoiding the question.