Here's the 4th chapter. Enjoy!

Steve saw Natasha about to explain, but he needed to tell someone his thoughts before he exploded.

"Tony has a brain injury and he woke up a little while ago and he didn't...he didn't remember me." Steve rambled all too quickly. "He barely even looked at me. Like I was a stranger. And that everything we've been through together..."

Before anyone could react, Steve shot up from his seat and ran out of the room, feeling numb and tired and he just...needed to get away.

Bruce blinked. "He what?" Did Steve say that Tony didn't remember? Holy shit, that wasn't good.

As Steve moved out of the room, Bruce started to go after him, but Natasha gently grabbed his arm. "Let him go," she said softly. "I think he needs a few minutes alone. This is all so..." she sighed softly, "it's just crazy."

Steve could feel even more tears start to stream down his cheeks as he ran down the stairs and out of the hospital entrance doors. He didn't bother putting on his helmet, just got on his motorcycle and took off.

He didn't know where he was going. His tears made his vision blurry and his head wouldn't cooperate with him, so he just drove. He passed the cars, never looking anywhere but straight ahead.

"You know, sometimes that motorcycle scares the living shit out of me. I mean, how old is that thing anyway? Can't you get a car? I have lots of cars. Safer cars." Tony's voice echoed. Tony hated his motorcycle, which Steve always found funny considering all the stupid shit he does than can get himself killed.

When he first met Tony, Tony looked untouchable to people. He'd been publicly disgraced enough to handle bad reviews, insults, anything that comes his way. He seemed to be able to recover from everything. But as he got to know him more, Steve found out that he really wasn't. Not when people he cared about was in danger. Tony will drop everything and run to save somebody, anybody, really, from a crisis. No matter what the cost of the consequences of himself.

When a mission with S.H.I.E.L.D. Steve was working a solo that went awry, and he was on the side of the road somewhere bleeding from a stab wound, he'd woken up in a hospital with Tony by his side. Natasha told him later that Tony had defied Fury's orders and looked high and low for him until he could barely stay awake. The rattled fear in Tony's eyes made Steve see a whole other side of him, a part that he kept hidden with his ego.

He then realized he was standing at Stark Tower, which was now the home base of the Avengers. Tony had insisted changing it, because most of the building was "boring". The team had spent months here, having dinners and enjoying each other's company. Hell, they'd even had their wedding here.

"Steve, sometimes you have to jump in and maybe the quickest choice might make it all right."

Steve wanted to start crying again, but he was dried of tears.

Natasha let Steve take his time. She knew that right now he probably needed to have a little bit of time away from the hospital, and she understood why completely. She didn't particularly like hospitals either, and she knew he was probably freaking out of Tony's situation.

God knows she'd feel the same way if it was Clint in that hospital bed.

She kept occupied, trying not to think of the "what ifs" considering Tony- mostly, what if he never regained his memory? What if he didn't remember his friends, his husband?

No, she told herself. That wasn't going to happen. This was Tony freaking Stark; he was going to be just fine.

"So Steve's been gone for a while," Bruce commented a bit later from where he stood outside the hospital room, looking inside as if to check on the man lying in the bed. "It could be getting close to time for Tony to wake up."

"I'll call him."

The agent pulled out her cell phone and dialed the number, relieved when the other answered. "Steve. You alright?"

Steve almost hung up. He didn't want to deal with anything right now. He wanted to stay in Tony's main room at the top of the Stark Tower, sitting on the round-about couch in the drop living room, looking at the pictures that Steve had forced Tony to put around the room.

"Yeah. I'm fine."

Natasha didn't sound the least bit convinced. Steve could easily detect it from her voice. "You should come back. Tony is going to wake up soon."

Steve felt the lump in his throat make a return. "He doesn't know who I am. Why bother?"

"Steve Stark-Rogers, don't you dare talk like that or I swear I will find you and knock some sense into you," Natasha's voiced raised angrily. "He needs you. He needs you because what if he remembers and you're not there?"

"Nat..."

"The doctor said spending time with people he doesn't remember and showing him photos might help. So, are you going to mope or are you going to do what you do best; help someone?"

"I'll...bring some photos. Be there in 20 minutes." Steve said blankly. He felt incredibly guilty for what he said now. How could he ever give up on Tony?

"Okay," her voice was softer, "Steve, it's going to be fine."

Suddenly the phone was snatched from Natasha's hand and it was Clint on the line. "Don't start feeling sorry for yourself or I'll come kick your ass," he stated, before, "and Nat's right. It'll be fine, okay?"

Steve wasn't sure. "But he..."

"Steve," Clint's voice was firm. "Bring the pictures. Bring little things from home. Those will help, okay? You know Tony, he's too stubborn to let a thing like this get him."

The super solider let out a breath. "Right," he admitted softly and then stood up, getting to work on collecting the pictures he wanted for Tony.

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