"Captain!" The doctor walked in. Steve was sitting on the bed and Tony stood right next to him. "How're you feeling? We need to get x-rays of your jaw and your knee." Dr. Sackler walked to Steve and gently checked his jaw. He lightly placed his fingers on his jaw and turned his face. "The bruising should go away within a few hours. I'm impressed by how quickly this healed with all the other... complications." He dropped his hands and walked to the counter in the room. "Any sharp pain or discomfort that you are considered about?"

"He's finding it painful when he eats."

"Ok. Well that is to be expected for a while. It's only been three days and considering how many other injuries you had, this is the best healing we could've asked for. Any trouble with your knee?" He bent over and opened the counter, grabbing a large blue hospital gown.

"No. Well, he has a limp when he doesn't use the crutch." Tony took the gown when it would handed to Steve.

"Well, let's get these X- rays done, and we can see whats going on. Change into the gown and I'll be back in a few." The doctor smiled and walked out, shutting the door behind him.

Steve started to pull his shirt off, and Tony unfolded the gown. When his shirt was off, Steve stood up, leaning heavily on one leg instead of both. He hesitated slightly, but undid his knee brace, then slowly undid his pants, without touching his boxers. He sat, pulled the pants off from around his ankles, and stretched his arm in front of him. Tony draped the blue sheet over him, and shoved Steve so he could tie the gown.

"Steve? I thought you had cleaned up from this morning?"

"I did." He replied quietly.

"Steve there's blood soaking through your boxers."

"I- I cleaned- I don't know why. I'm sorry."

"It's alright. It's fine. We just have to make sure you don't bleed through the gown." Tony tied the gown and lightly put his hand on Steve's shoulder. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm good." Steve answered quickly and quietly. Tony grabbed the brace, wrapping it around his knee and securing it snugly.

"Look Steve. I'm sorry. For the other day. And this morning." Tony stood up in front of Steve. "I just get so frustrated. With the company and the Avengers. And then I learned about Peter. I just-" Tony took Steve's hand. "I got scared. And jealous. And it hurt. Not only do I have a son, but nobody told me. And Pepper trusted you? More than me? So you got to grow up with my son, my blood, and I didn't even know he existed." Tears swelled in Tony's eyes, and drops ran down Steve's face. "I just saw red. And I took it out on you. I shouldn't have done that. I'm so so sorry Steve. And if you want to leave me when you're healthy, I won't stop you." Tony lifted Steve's face, and gently kissed the streams of tears that had fallen. "But I love you, and I'll do better. I promise. I'll go to therapy. For real this time. And I'll get better so you and Peter can live here. We could be a happy family, and Peter can be with who he belongs with. Me."

Steve shook his head. "That- it sounds nice."

"Yeah? I think so too." Tony took a deep breath. "Just imagine. You, Peter, and I. All living together and happy. And-" A knock interrupted the conversation.

"Steve? I'm coming in." The door opened, and Dr. Sackler walked in pushing a wheelchair.

"Do I have to-" Steve didn't finish the sentence, instead motioning toward the chair.

"Well considering your knee isn't fully healed we don't want to strain it."

"I can use my crutch-"

"Steve. Dr. Sackler says it's better for you to use the wheelchair." Tony cut him off.

"I'm not incapable-"

"We know that. It's just for the imaging. We need an accurate picture so we can see how the healing is going." Dr. Sackler inched the chair toward Steve.

"Fine, but only this once." Steve sighed and limped toward the chair. Tony and the doctor offered their hand to help him sit, but Steve slapped their hands away. "I can do it myself." He grumbled. Steve dropped into the seat, unable to catch himself. He let out a high pitched whine when his sore butt made contact with the seat.

"You alright?" Tony asked, eyebrows furrowed in worry. "What's wrong?"

"I, uh, jostled my knee." Steve lifted his leg onto the rest for it with Tony's help.

"You all set?" The doctor asked.

"Yeah."

"Good." He lifted the brake, and propped open the door. "Also, I'm sorry but no guest are allowed into radiology. Sorry." He nodded to Tony.

"Oh. No problem." Tony sat in the seat by the bed as Dr. Sackler pushed the wheelchair through the door.