Tsubakigirl ask for me for more detail, and I do realise I haven't been adding a lot of details. Which hopefully I fixed. Also I quite trying to put in line breaks so I'm making my own.
Oh and just so you know I'm going by the looks of the man in the Amazing Spider Man movie.
And one last thing. Just want to know if the point of view of the writing isn't weird.
Here is chapter 3, hope you enjoy!
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(This first part takes place right after Bruce finished stitching Peter up. So this is more of Steve's, Bruce's and Tony's perspective. Just so you don't get confused!)
Bruce, Steve and Tony all met up in the living room of the Avenger tower. This floor was made for the comfort, it had a fully stocked kitchen with all kinds of foot. A extremely nice wet bar that Tony used often. The living room was one of the best parts, it had three couches that made a U like shape and a huge television. But the main thing that always got the most attention was the view. There was a wall with ceiling to floor windows that overlooked the city of New York. It was night time so you could see the bright lights of buildings, sign, and car driving fast enough to blur the light into a streak.
Bruce let out a towered sigh and flopped down onto one of the couches. He ran a hand over his face and through his hair. He looked tired, with faint dark circle under his eyes. Steve and Tony followed him and also flopped down onto a couch and let out a sigh at the same time. None spoke.
Finally Bruce broke the silence. "He's going to be fine. Going to have a pretty nasty scar, but fine. I cleaned the wound pretty good, so the chance of infection is minor." Steve gave Bruce a relieved look.
"What happened out there?" Bruce asked with confusion of his face.
"Dr. Connors was attacking a group of civilians. It seemed he was trying to find something in a car, but was having trouble finding it." Steve said.
"Connors? The scientist thats in herpetology? I thought he was locked up after he tried to turn the city into lizards." Bruce asked.
Tony nodded his head. "Yeah its seem he got out. Steve got there before I did and was having trouble containing him. Then Spidey showed up. Saved us both by pushing us out of the way. He seemed he didn't have enough time to move away himself."
Bruce nodded then let his head fall back and closed his eyes. "He's young." Bruce said without opening his eyes.
Both Steve and Tony looked him. "How young are you talking?" Steve asked. Concern was showing on his face.
"At least his early twenties, maybe younger." Bruce said lifting his head and looking at Steve.
Silence took over once again. For at least five minutes no one moved or said anything. Suddenly Steve stood up and walked toward the elevator. Both Tony and Bruce looked at him.
"Where are you going?" Tony asked.
"He's all alone in there, if he wakes up he's going to be confused. And we don't want him trying to move around. So I'm going to watch over him." Steve said over his shoulder.
Tony and Bruce looked at each other. Then both let out a sigh.
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Steve walked into the medical wing and started to walk toward Spider-Man's room. When he reached the doors they silently slide open and he walked in. He moved toward the bed and looked over the man that saved him and Tony. He wore a red and blue spandex suit that had a design of webbing all over it with a giant black spider in the middle. He was missing one pant leg though, Bruce had to cut it away to get at the wound. Steve looked at the wounded and wince. He was pretty nasty looking. The cut was deep, almost reaching the bone deep. Bruce had to use staples to put the skin back together. The skin looked like an angry red because of that. It looked clean though, no dirt, random blood drips and no signs of infections. Banner did a good job. Steve felt an itch in his hands when he gaze went to Spider-Man's face. He wanted to see if what Bruce said was true. But he he couldn't do it.
Spider-Man's breathing was coming out slightly labored. He looked at the IV drip that was giving him fluids, blood and morphine. They had already gone through one bag of blood, telling him just how much blood the man lost.
Steve let out a sigh and ran and through his hair. He looked around and spotted a chair. He sat down and look over Spider-Man once again.
Steve still felt really bad about how he treated him when he saw him. The words echoed through his mind.
Steve felt his eyes start to droop, he fought it. But finally sleep overtook him.
Steve woke up so the sound of a small scream. He woke up instantly and was on his feet in a second. He looked toward the bed then looked down and saw Spider-Man on his hands and knees on the floor. He rushed over to him and gently picked him up to place him on the bed. He heard Spider-Man let out a whimper. Then heard Bruce and Tony come in. Jarvis must of alerted him that their guest woke up.
Bruce came in a looked over Spider-Man he quickly deduced that he tied to get up and most likely sneak away. "You shouldn't of gotten up. You have a couple of dozen staples in that leg. You're lucky you still have it." Bruce said with concern in his voice.
He saw Spider-Man turn his way. "Wel-" He started but croaked. Tony quickly grabbed a glass and filled it with water. Tony handed it to Spider-Man who grabbed it, it seemed like his gaze traveled upward till he saw Tony's face. Spider-Man seem to freeze before snapping out of it. He pulled his mask up just enough to gulp down the glass of water. He let out a gasp when he finished it and handed the glass back to Tony. Tony, Steve and Bruce shared a look. Bruce was right, Spider-Man was young. They only saw his jaw but they could tell.
Steve spoke up first. "You okay kid?" He asked.
Spider-Man let out a tired sigh. "Peachy, got office supplies in my leg. Head feel like a teenagers zit that someone just popped."
Tony chuckled and both Bruce and Steve smiled. The kid had humor at a time like this. He must be braver than they thought.
"I like your humor kid. But Doc's right, you can't move around like you did before." Tony said.
"Yeah, I guessed as much when I landed on my hands and knees almost screaming in pain." He said before pulling his mask back down on his face.
Bruce moved over to the machine that gave Spider-Man blood, fluids and morphine. He pushed a couple of buttons. "I'm going to up your morphine." He said before moving back toward the bed with his hands in his pockets. "You're going to need a lot of rest. And don't worry, we won't try to figure out who you are." He gave the man a warm smile.
Tony looked startled. "But, but-" Steve quickly jabbed him in the side to shut him up. "Ow! What did you do that for?" He asked. Steve didn't respond so Tony glared at Steve while rubbing his side.
Steve looked down at the man with a sad smile. "Sorry again about that I said earlier. Really don't know why I said it."
Spider-Man shook his head. "Its fine, all is forgiven. And thank you for taking care of my leg. But I can only stay only for tonight. Tomorrow I need to leave."
Bruce frowned. "We can't stop you, but you will need to come back to get those staples taken out and make sure an infection doesn't doesn't come in while you out and swinging around."
Spider-Man nodded his head and then let out a pretty loud yawn. Bruce, Tony and Steve looked at each other.
"We will let you get some sleep." Steve said before walking toward the door, Tony and Bruce behind him. They walked through the door and back toward the elevator.
"Jarvis can you make sure to alert me if Spidey tries to do anything stupid again?" Tony asked.
A voice came through a speaker of the elevator. "Of course sir. Anything else?"
"Nah, we're good." Tony responded.
Silence invaded the room as it moved. "He is young." Steve said.
Bruce sighed. "Yeah he is."
Jarvis's voice came through the speaker again. "Sir it seems like Spider-Man is making a call he made through a phone he had hidden. Would you like me to record it or intercept it?"
Both Bruce and Steve sent glares at Tony, daring him to say yes. Tony tensed a bit. "No, no. Thats fine, thank you Jarvis." Tony said. Tony gave them a small nervous smile.