A/N: Yeet

This is a continuation of Peter's Amnesia and will not make sense if you haven't read. Reminder that Peter and Steve have an eight year age gap between them in this.

Side note, if I ever ship Peter with an older character, he will always be at least 18. I refuse to ship a minor with an adult.

So Peter has to be 18 if we letting that shit slide

Also, I understand if you don't like the ship in this, I just got the idea and rolled with it. I don't really ship it myself either.
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Peter felt different when he woke up.

He knew someone had moved him there and dressed him for bed. He took a guess it was either Steve or Tony.

His body took over for him as he let muscle memory do it thing. He walked to his bathroom, showed, still dazed a bit, got dressed and brushed his teeth before heading to the common room where everyone was.

He was obviously still out of it, seeing as he stumbled quite a bit as he went for a plate on the counter that subconsciously he knew was for him. He wandered over to the other avengers sitting and like the lap was meant for him to sit in, he plopped down on Steve's lap.

The group chuckled at Steve's surprised face.

"Muscle memory," Tony said as he shoveled some eggs in his mouth.

Steve just nodded and ate as usual.

Not really much he could do.

Peter started to wake up after the coffee he drank, surprised he was sitting in Steve's lap. No one seemed to view it as weird, so Peter just finished his food before hopping off Steve's lap and going to put his dishes in the sink.

With that done, he stood in place, confused as to what to do. He felt as if he had a routine, but it didn't work with his memory gone and his muscle memory could only do so much.

He twitched. The lights in the room seemed to glow, bright, brighter than the sun. It stung him eyes. He closed them, but the light still seemed to seat through.

And he could hear too much.

The others breathing; Tony's eating, teeth scraping against his fork, Natasha shifting in her seat, Steve's foot tapping against the floor-

His mouth was dry and wet and still tasted like breakfast. He wanted to puke.

And smell.... oh god everything smelled, even his clothes. He could smell a very faint cologne but it was so bold to him, so loud.

Everywhere his skin touched something felt like a group of weights was shoved on.

Too much.

Too much

Too much. Too much.

Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much.

Peter's What's spinned and and Peter registered how the chairs scraped against the floor, his hands flying up to clamp over his ears.

Why was everything so overwhelming?

Was it always like this?

Peter's body started to fall and Peter recognizes strong arms catching him. They were warm, familiar and it felt right to be in them. He relaxed a little, just enough for glasses and headphones to be put on him from another person.

The noise, it stopped.

The light didn't burn.

Peter slowly blinked, seeing the glasses were blocking out the light of the room. He could hear, but it wasn't bad. Like a filter.

He relaxed fully, letting out a sigh of relief, seeing who was holding him.

It was Steve.

Huh, Steve was comfy. 

"What was that?" Peter whined helplessly.

"That," Tony said from besides Steve, "was sensory overload. It's um... a side effect of being Spider-Man."

"That sucks." Peter was set down and the world seemed a lot better. "I'm going to relax in my room for a bit if you don't mind."

"That's fine kid, you need us for anything, we'll be here."

Peter nodded and headed to his room again. He wanted to be alone, but he also wanted to see if he could find anything that would help.

When he got to his room, he looked around for the first time. There were tons of Star Wars posters and just a bunch of science themed posters in general.

He was quite the nerd.

He saw pictures on a desk in the corner, the desk itself littered with half finished formulas and maybe a prototype for a weapon? Peter couldn't be sure, after all, he was missing a good chunk of memories. His eyes went to the pictures.

One of them made him sad, and he didn't know why. It was a picture of him as a child, maybe about three? He was sat on a woman's lap, and a man sat beside them. They were all smiling brightly at the camera, Peter waving at it.

For some reason, Peter knew who they were. He grabbed the frame and thumbed at the ridges of it, his eyes watery as his lips quirked a sliver of a centimeter upwards.

"Mom... dad... I wish I remembered you." The worth's were not even a whisper, it was a choked breath of air that threatened full on sobs. He wanted them by him, his parents, to hug him and hold him. He wanted that so badly.

He set the frame down and picked up another blindly.

His eyes snagged on May, the woman who he believed was his aunt. She was beaming in the photo, kissing Peter's tween cheek. Peter was dressed for school and looked like a massive dork. A man was besides them and he looked at May and him with absolute adoration.

Uncle Ben.

Peter smiled warmly at the picture.

He'd be proud, wouldn't he.

He closed his eyes, recalling a conversation from long ago, a memory that slipped back to him.

"Isn't Mr. Rodgers dead?" Peter asked his uncle as he stared at the name on his arm.

"Well, I guess not. Unless there's some fool out there with the same name."

Peter nodded, looking at the name.

"He'd be lucky to have you Pete. You make the world a better place by being in it."

"Thanks Uncle Ben," Peter smiled fondly and dropped his arm, moving to sit next to Ben as he flicked on the news.

Guess who was the first sight?

Steve mother-fucking Rodgers

"Guess he's alive after all."

Peter set the picture down, picking up his wrist. How did he forget Steve? Why was he blocked? He meant so much to Peter, didn't he?

Peter pushes away the intruding thoughts. Another picture.

This one was of Peter, Pepper and Tony. Peter and Tony were smiling from where they sat in what looked like a lab and Pepper had affectionate gazes on them.

Peter discovered photos of his friends and everything. It was cute.

But it really didn't give him anything.

Though, while setting down a photo, he noticed something on the garbage bin. Peter's brows furrowed and he reached for it, snagging a crumpled up picture. Well, two halves of a crumpled up picture.

Peter patiently uncrumpled it and set it down, connecting the image.

His brows furrowed more.

It was a pretty cute photo of Peter and Steve. Their noses were red and so were their cheeks in ears, bundled up in scarves and jackets. Peter and Steve held up their hands in the photos, a glittering gold band around their left hand's ring fingers.

What?

The rip was almost perfect, splitting the two apart. Peter could see dried water marks on the picture. Judging front eh size and shape, he guessed it was his own tears.

Peter looked at his left hand, no band in sight.

Did they fight?

Steve seemed happy around Peter so it wasn't a breakup or anything.

Phone

The though jumped in his mind.

He had a phone, maybe there would be hints there.

He saw it on his nightstand after a brief look around, scrambling for it. He unlocked it, glad that he didn't have a password on it.

It looked like there were a few voicemails left for him the night he left.

He clicked on the first one, Tony's voice flossing the message.

"I know you're mad at me bambino... I'm sorry I yelled. I'm just.... I worry for you. You're a lot like me, self sacrificing and constantly throwing yourself in danger. I know you aren't a kid anymore, I know, but I'm scared you're going to go out one day and never come home."

Tony sighs

"When you get back, we should talk. I love you kid..."

Peter felt really sad by the message, why did they have to fight?

He clicked the next one.

"Hey Peter, it's Bruce. I want to apologize for fighting with you. I just didn't want you and your dad to be angry at each other. He cares a lot about you, we all do. It kills us inside when you come back with injuries. We know we can't stop you, but we can lessen them. Anyways, I'm sorry kid, hope you can forgive me."

Jeez, the fight must've been pretty bad.

He clicked on the last one and it was probably the worst.

"God, Peter, I'm so sorry. You have every right to be mad at all of us, but please answer their calls? We can talk when you get back, but Peter, please don't be reckless, I know you're upset but please, don't throw yourself into danger. We both said thing we didn't mean, and I know you didn't mean what you said, so please, come home. At least stay safe."

It sounded like he'd been crying before the call, and Peter gets that he sorta understood what they argued about.

"I know you're not a kid anymore Peter, I just want to protect you. I still remember meeting you when you were fourteen, when you were a child. I didn't think it would blow up in our faces."

Ah...

He didn't want to be treated like a kid.

Peter didn't feel any memories rush back, but he kinda pitied himself.

He kinda wondered where his ring went as well.

Did he chuck it in the bin?

No, even if Peter was mad, he wouldn't do that.

So it was probably somewhere safe.

Peter looked around his room, seeing if he could find the ring anywhere.

He really did look. Every crack, nook, cranny. He searched.

What the fuck did he do with it

Why the fuck did he decided to ditch it

Where the fuck did he put it

Who the fuck-

-Oh right, him.

Peter groaned and laid on the floor after a good ten minutes of searching.

Yup...

The version of himself with all the memories was a god damn idiot.

Peter was sure of it.

He looked towards his bed, just sorta staring at it, but not really looking at it.

But he snapped back into reality at a small glint. He darted for it and underneath a few books, was the ring apparently.

If Peter could go back in time to slap himself, he would.

He slipped the ring on without hesitation.

Fit like a gl-

"I'm twenty one, Steve. I'm not a fucking child."

"You sure act like one! Tony is just looking out for you! I agree with him too, you just got shot last night! Why are you so eager to leave!"

"Just because I take a break doesn't mean crime will, there will still be people out there who need me Steve! I can't afford breaks!"

"You're not good to the dead! And you can't save everyone!"

"I'm going out for patrol, stop babying me."

"Seems like you need to be babied."

"Fuck off steve, I'm done with this."

"Down with what?"

"Us!"

Steve faltered, voice caught in throat, "what?"

"we've been together since I was eighteen Steve. You refused to kiss me until last month. You're treating me like I'm going to break, but I'm not. I'm done with it."

"Pete-" peter ran out of the room, pulling off his engagement ring.

Ouch

Ugh, why is life so complicated?

Peter moves to lay on his bed, grabbing. His phone once more. He looks at the pictures in his phone, glad that he hadn't deleted anything recently. There were tons of photos that showed who Peter was and how much he meant to everyone.

He really liked it all.

Peter was cuddled into Steve's side, watching a movie with him.

"You two look comfy?" Tony mockingly asked.

"Fuck off Dad," Peter jokingly snapped back.

"Betrayed by my son."

Natasha walked in, "what're you guys doing now?"

"Dad's being annoying."

"I am not!"

If that's what they were like, Peter wished he remembered more of it all. He wish he understood the villain's ability.

What was the purpose of blocking memories? What was there to gain?

Peter was jus confused and frustrated. He wanted nothing more than to talk to everyone, listen to their apologies, but it didn't make sense if he didn't remember the argument. He sorta remembered his argument with Steve, but that was it.

He just wanted his memories back.

Peter flicked through social media, obviously not posting since memory loss and all that. He flicked through Ned and Mj's social media, and they both looked like they were busy.

Best not to bother them.

He went to Harry's. Harry was apparently away in Japan, according to his Instagram story. The last photo he posted was a picture with Peter.

'This dork is gonna get married before me. Happy twenty first Peter'

The pair dated a month back.

Peter smiles softly and turned off his phone, closing his eyes for a second.

"Harry, I'm not drinking."

"Oh come on, you're twenty one now!"

"Harry."

Harry shook his head with a low chuckle, "fine, fine. Heard you got engaged."

"Oh," Peter startled, "Yeah! Steve proposed a week ago."

"I'm happy for you Pete, you deserve to be happy."

Peter smiled and then slumped.

"Something wrong?"

He sighed, "sometimes I wonder if he'll ever actually see me like an adult. I mean, he didn't kiss me until the day before he proposed, so I'm worried, you know?"

"You need to talk about the whole thing with him."

"I don't know how to bring it up."

Harry rolled his eyes, moving over to Peter, "force the conversation if you have to. Do you really want to get married if you're worried this much?"

"I love him."

"I know you do. That doesn't change the fact you need to talk to him."

"I know. Can we forget about it for now? I kinda want to spend time with my best friend without worries."

There was a warm affectionate tint to Harry's smile, "all right Pete. Let's play a couple games."

"Let's play."

He had good people in his life, didn't he?

He wasn't even aware he fell asleep again, dreams filled with memories.

He didn't know it, but he cracked the dam, and small memories were spilling out, applying pressure on the  crack. It would break soon enough. More just needed to sleep through.

When he startled away around dinner, he got up and stretched, feeling different. A good different. He felt like he knew a bit more about who he was with his memories. It was mostly all the good memories.

He wondered if the others would notice.

He walked out to eat and the Avengers were all gathered still, now with the inclusion of May. Must've gotten back from work.

"Oh, you're up!" Tony said warmly.

Peter nodded, "guess I was pretty tired."

"You hungry kiddo?"

"Yeah, I just want to eat forever."

"Okay kiddo."

Peter went to the kitchen and looked for something to eat, even though he knows there was probably nothing.

"Can we get pizza?"

"What kind?"

"I'd say pineapple personally, but I think cheese is a safe bet."

Tony nodded and quickly ordered the Pizza.

Peter went to get a drink, just some water before joining May, Tony and Pepper on the couch.

No one quite noticed right away that Peter had put the ring on.

They knew why he ditched it in the first place, but putting it back on would be, maybe surprising.

Maybe.

Peter leaned into his aunt as he scrolled through his phone, content in how her fingers dragged through his curls.

"Sweetie, you Alright?" May asked softly.

Peter nodded, sitting in Ben's lap. His uncle was running his fingers through Peter's hair, a calming gesture. "Yeah."

May turned her gaze to Ben.

"His soulmate was on tv again."

She seemed to understand, "what was he doing this time?"

"Fighting aliens it seems."

"He'll be fine sweetie, don't worry."

Peter nodded weakly, glad the news channel wasn't on anymore.

Peter sighed, looking at his wrist. Peter really cared about him, huh?

"Sometimes I wish Ben was here to talk to," Peter whispered.

May was the only person who heard, pausing her movements briefly, before continuing.

"I do too."

She pressed a kiss to Peter's mop of hair.

He appreciated the gesture, but suddenly she was lighter on the way her hands dragged through his curls.

Fragil.

That's how they were treating him.

It made his skin crawl.

His hurt to breath suddenly, as if he could recall wearing the god forsaken binder. It hurt to remember.

The thing helped ease dysphoria he had, though it will still be a constant thing in his life, even now, but it was better now.

But the pampering and how they treated him...

It was the worse.

He wanted to be treated like everyone else and he hated how they seemed to hold back.

Why did they hold back.

He wasn't fragile.

He could Yeet Steve across the whole tower if he wanted to!

"Peter, are you okay?" Pepper asked.

He flinched, and it was visible to everyone who looked at him, "just lost in thoughts is all."

"Alright."

Great, now they were looking at him like he was some baby. They were coddling him!

"Pizza's here!" Rhodey stated.

Peter bolted up, wanting out of the whole situation.

Soon they were all sat around the table, eating. Yet, Peter could feel everyone's stares.

Stop.

Just stop!

He wanted to scream

"Would you all stop looking at me like that?" His voice was pained, annoyed, and they clearly heard it.

"Looking at you like what kiddo?" Tony asked awkwardly.

"Like a kid," Peter gritted out. "I'm not going to die from someone running their fingers through my hair, I'm not fragile, yet all of you treat me like I am."

"Pet-"

"No, I actually hate it. I hate it more than any of you would ever know. It makes my skin crawl, my chest tight, like I've been wearing a binder for five days straight. It's suffocating. I don't want to be treated that way, I want to be treated like a normal god damn human being."

His head panged with a sharp jolt of discomfort and pain. It was nauseating.

"I'm a god damn adult." Peter pushes away from the table, "can't you at least pretend you agree?" He stormed off, straight into his room, slamming the door shut.

Maybe he should invest in an apartment elsewhere.

Away from everyone treating him like a child.

He wasn't a kid anymore.

His head started spinning and everything was blurring. His vision faded in and out, giving brief flashes of white he heard something, then felt a pain in his knees and arms, and chest and his chin.

He couldn't move.

His brain couldn't process everything correctly.

Did he fall? His hands were touching something and it sure felt a lot like carpet.

Did he fall?

There was a sharp ringing in his ears, whistling loud enough to call the dogs from five cities over.

Then it was over.

Probably because Peter passed out.

When he came too again, he was overly away of the people in his room. It was like when he lost his memories.

He was annoyed, overwhelmed.

At least he understood why he was so upset.

"Peter-"

"I'm fine, apparently that was the last thing I needed for the damn to break. You all babying me." Peter scoot away from them, backing himself into a corner.

"Peter..."

He didn't look at them, he couldn't. He just wanted Mj, Ned, Harry, Harley, any of them to come rescue him. They were the only ones who never treated him like he was fragile. But everyone was busy, and Harley was out of state and Harry was out of the fucking country.

His support wasn't there to save him from the super powered nannies that decided he was still fourteen.

Not all of them were like that. Brice just seemed worried in general, but not babying him. Everyone else??

Well, Bucky was fine. Probably because he knew how strong Peter was. Loki just never underestimated anyone.

So those two were the only three who treated him how he wanted to be treated, huh?

Well, it was more like the three didn't treat him like a kid.

"Can you guys just get out?"

"You don't want to talk to any of us?"

"Loki, Bruce and Bucky."

The group paused, but begrudgingly left.

They left the three in question behind.

"Why us?" Bruce asked.

"You've never treated me like a kid."

Understand washed over their features.

Bucky spike first, "oh Pete, you know they don't mean harm."

"I-I Know. But it just reminds me that my voice is higher pitched, there's scars on my chest that are not from fighting and everything about my body feels wrong. Kid feels like an insult."

Loki looked down at his feet. He understood somewhat, but unlike Peter, he was a shapeshifter, so if his skin decided to feel tight, he could shift. Peter couldn't.

"So that was what was on your mind when you fought?" Bruce asked.

Peter nodded, "Yeah. Everyone was treating me like I was being childish. Yeah, I was being stupid, but it frustrated me."

"Pete...". The three sat on his bed and Peter relaxed a bit, moving to sit with them. He didn't mind being spoiled, he liked that, but there was an obvious difference between being spoiled and being babied.

Like then, when he just wanted to take his mind off his annoyance and all that, leaning into Bucky, Loki messing with his curls as Bruce seemed to be left to think. The three weren't extremely close with Peter, that was something that was reserved for Pepper, May, Tony and Steve, but they were close.

The whole thing felt like a mess.

"When my memories came back, I was really happy, because the good ones were first. Even when some bad ones came I knew everyone here cared about me. Now I just... I don't know how to feel."

"That's a perfectly valid thing," Bucky said calmly, "you're allowed to not know, to be upset."

"Thanks Bucky. I want to be happy, to not feel mad at everyone. I love Steve after all, but I'm honestly terrified of how things will progress if he cannot see me as anything but a child."

The three looked at him sadly.

"He does love you. I remember him looking at his wrist every day back when we were stupid kids. He was so happy that he had a soulmate. When the name was still on his wrist when he woke up from the ice, he told me he was more than ecstatic. He didn't even care about anything else. Though, he was surprised when he actually met you. Who knew his soulmate would be just as super as him?"

Peter smiled a bit at that.

"I know he treats you like your fragile sometimes, but I think he's just scared, just like you. You're both supers, but you have a secret identity and you two getting married could put you in a lot of danger."

"I can protect myself."

"He knows that, but what happens when someone can hurt one of you? They can hurt both of you."

Oh. Oh.

"You're his Achilles heel. Once upon a time it was Peggy, me. He'd still die for any one of us, but you mean so much more to him."

Loki and Bruce seemed to agree.

"Everyone else... you're like a little brother to us. I know the others should treat you as a child, but they want to protect you. You aren't invincible," Loki added.

Bruce nodded, "and May, Pepper, Tony, they're your parents. Of course they'd be gentle with you. I heard Tony threaten Steve when he first asked you out. You were just eighteen, and Tony wanted to protect you."

"We all love you Peter."

He sighed, "I know." His fingers played with his ring, the band that stayed heavy on his finger. "I should apologize for yelling."

"Says who? Just talk to them," Bucky said with a soft chuckle.

"Thank you guys."

The three men merely smiled and all four of them rose to their feet.

Loki did say something though, "Peter, my magic has greatly improved, I may be able to correct your dysphoria if you so want."

Peter froze, "you'd do that for me?"

"I'd do anything for you. No one should feel trapped in their own skin. It will make you quite drained though, so... I shall help you after you make up with everyone, if you want."

"Thank you Loki."

"It's always a pleasure."

The four walked out of Peter's room and towards the lounge/ common room, whatever, where the rest of the Avengers were sitting , all trying to look unbothered, but failing.

Peter's words held weight with them.

Why wouldn't they? They all loved him.

When they heard the four enter, their heads snapped to them.

Freaky.

"I freaked out on you earlier, I'm sorry. I know you were all just worried about me, but please... I just want to be treated my age."

Honestly, they were already ready for that. Steve got up, "Peter, I'm-" Peter rushes forward, wrapping his arms tightly around Steve. Steve was taken by surprise, looking at Bucky, who gave a knowing smile.

Steve quickly wrapped his arms around Peter. It felt like an eternity, yet it ended too soon. He couldn't be mad though, not when Peter looked himself, happier, and exactly the man he fell in love with.

They didn't need words. Tony got up next and Peter separates from Steve to move towards him, "I'm sorry about the other day. You were just trying to look after me. I shouldn't have yelled."

"I know Peter, I know you didn't mean what you said."

"Forgive me?"

Tony smiled and yanked Peter into a tight hug, "of course."

"Anyways," Peter said, pulling away from Tony, "I need to talk to Steve real quick, I'll be back." Peter grabbed Steve and pulled him out of the lounge and too another room.

What room you may ask?

An office.

"What's wrong Peter?"

Peter shook his head, "there's nothing wrong. I just thought I'd tell you. Loki says he might be able to get rid of my dysphoria. I don't know what he means exactly, but I'm going to quickly pass out after. I... I don't want you to be worried. I know you don't think I can't handle myself Steve, but I also know that you are too worried for your own good."

"For good reason."

"Yeah," Peter sighed, "but I just wanted to say that. I do have more I want to talk about, like you actually acting like my fiancé, that stuff, but I don't want to talk about that now."

"Alright. I love you."

"I love you too."

Steve pulled Peter in for a kiss, and Peter was in heaven. If was short lived, since they were just in there for a talk.

Hopefully they'd be doing more than kissing if their future talks went well.

Besides the point.

They left the room and Peter went to Loki. Loki and him talked before Peter went to grab Tony, Pepper, May, and Steve before leading them and Loki out again.

It wouldn't be until later when May, Pepper, Tony and Loki left the room that they'd find out.

Loki cured Peter's dysphoria by making him cis. So his body was changed to what it was meant to be.

After that? Who knows.

There's a lot to go from there. Peter still didn't want to be babied, and the Avengers had to work towards fixing the way they acted.

There was Peter and Steve, whatever happened with them.

But oh well.

Peter regained his memories and seemed to mostly sort out everything. So that was good.

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A/N: the ending is kinda shit, I know.