An-Memories Part two, Steve and Bruce

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Peter had been scribbling on a piece of paper Bucky had given him, it calmed him down. He didn't even realise it was turning into someone until a blonde man interrupted him.

"Who's that?" He asked, Peter's body jolted, cause him to drop the pencil, it came crashing down into the floor. Peter narrowed his eyes and turned away from the man towards the wall. He puffed out a harsh breath of air.

"Asshole," Peter muttered, the man sighed behind him. Peter couldn't stay mad at him though, he looked up to him, he didn't know why, but he admired him. He felt save and sound with him, he loved him. Bucky said his name was Steve.

"Sorry, Pete." He said, offering the pencil to Peter. Peter turned and took it hesitantly, he forgot what it was like for someone to be nice to him, kind. He stared down at it, he picked back up the paper and handed it to Steve.

"It's me, before everything. Before ya know. Before the scars." Peter said softly. Steve nodded, he sniffed.

"It's really great," Steve said, Peter smiled tightly. Steve smiled back at him and sat down on the seat next to him.

"How've you been?" Steve asked, Peter shrugged.

"I can be alone in a room now." He said softly, Steve nodded.

"How are you passing your time?" Steve asked gently, Peter pointed to a stack of drawing.

"My memories are getting less blurry. Ones without other people. It makes remembering easier. Drawing it, or writing it down." Peter said quietly. Steve nodded.

"Bucky said you were drawing a lot. I brought you something." Steve said, pulling something out from his back pocket. Peter took the packet of pencils with a soft smile, the pain shot through his head again, his grip loosening on the pencils. They hit the bed with a thump, his eyes widened, tears slipping down his face as his hands shook.

"Hey, cap! Captain!"

"Mr Stark said you'd say that."

"I'm from queens."

"I'm I'm, I'm Peter Parker! It's, it's an honour to meet you, Sir!"

"Sorry for stealing your shield dude..."

"Wow! You're here! I didn't think you'd show up! Happy grandfathers day!"

"What kind of disguise is that?"

"Oh my god! I have to show you vines!"

"I'm making you a Spotify account so you can listen to music through the ages!"

"Wow! It's beautiful Mr Rogers! Thank you so much. I can't believe you drew me!"

"Nah I'm fine Mr Steve, just a light poke.... with a knife..... to the liver...."

"I'd love that! I'll bring my sketchbook tomorrow!"

"Wow, they're beautiful Steve!"

Peter blinked away the tears. He jammed his palm up to wipe the tears away, Steve was blinking at him confusedly. Peter shook his head, taking in a shaky breath.

"Steven Grant Rogers. You mother fucker." Peter breathed. Steve reddened and blinked at Peter.

"You brought them on purpose. I, um, I remember you. And the memories. Oh my god. Steve. I remember you. Wow. Steve. Oh my god. You're here, and you're my friend, and and, oh my god. I used to call you Grant. Dude. Dude!" Peter exclaimed, a wide smile on his face, as he reached to grab onto Steve's shoulders, shaking him back and forth.

"Language." Steve breathed, Peter rolled his eyes.

"American English dipshit. You asshole. The first thing you say to me when I get my memory is language?! You are unbelievable! I am so telling Bucky!" Peter exclaimed.

"You seem happy." Steve breathed. Peter rolled his eyes.

"Give me a hug you fossil."

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Peter's eyelids were dropping when Bruce came shuffling into the room. Bruce was carrying a stack of blankets for him. Peter sat up sleepily and smiled lazily at him. It was three months since he came back, people kept trying to talk to him and get him to remember them but it wasn't working. Apparently they had to find the right emotional attachment to a memory.

"Brought all those blankets you wanted," Bruce said, Peter nodded tiredly.

"Thanks, it gets really cold here at night," Peter said, taking one of the blankets off the pile.

"I also brought one of your stuffed animals from your room," Bruce said gently, Peter took it gently and nodded.

"When can I get out of here by the way?" Peter asked tiredly, Bruce shrugged.

"Couple more days, then you can go back to your room. Tony's already decked out a wheelchair for you." Bruce said. Peter shrugged.

"Good for him," Peter said while narrowing his eyes. Bruce snorted and put the blankets at the end of the bed. Peter shrugged again and cuddled the toy to his chest, humming.

"Tired?" Bruce asked, Peter nodded.

"Yeah, but it's still light out," Peter said, yawning afterwards. Even though he still had the lingering feeling of love and comfort around everyone else, not remembering why he felt that way made it hard for him to trust them. But Bruce was patient with him and didn't constantly try to push the memories.

"That's ok, your brains whirring with all the memories. You've been working your body with learning how to do things again. How's the writing going by the way?" Bruce asked, spreading out the blankets making Peter hum. He pulled the rolling bed-side closer to him and handed Bruce the notebook. Bruce nodded with a smile.

"You're doing great, you could start trying your signature if you want." Bruce offered, Peter nodded and shakily moved his pen. He could remember how to do things, just doing them was the problem. He'd been so hurt from the kidnapping and something in his brain was damaged. Peter scrunched his face up.

"Can you do yours first? I wanna see how the pen moves." Peter asked, handing him the pen. Bruce nodded and took it from him. Peter's vision was blurry as he watched Bruce, the familiar shooting pain shot through his head and tears dropped onto the open page of the notebook.

"Wow! You're Dr Bruce Banner! You're my hero! I read your book on Gamma radiation, and the other one on wormhole theory!"

"Can you, can you sign my book for me? It's just it used to be my uncles and he always wanted to get it signed."

"Oh! Here's a pen!"

"Ben Parker was his name. Yeah, he was great."

"Wow! You're giving me a free copy of your new book?! And it's signed?! Oh my god!"

"Woah! I didn't even know I could do that with my strength! Wow! We need to keep testing me!"

Peter blinked several times, his face splitting knot a grin, "Nevermind, I already have your signature." Peter whispered. Bruce blinked down at him and laughed.

"Yeah. Yeah, you do bud." Bruce said softly. Peter laughed, crashing into Bruce.

"So that's where that book came from. In the corner." Peter said quietly, Burce hummed.

"You used to read it to help you sleep, and you said-" Bruce started, Peter held up his hand.

"It used to be my uncles. He used to read it to me before bed, that's why I still do it." Peter said softly, Bruce nodded.

"Yeah. You're getting better Pete. you're gonna me ok."