Hey! This is my first Avengers fanfiction, and I haven't done this alone. This is actually been exchanged back and forth between a Superhusbands RP with cruciocurses on Tumblr. She's an amazing writer and its been so fun working with her! In answer to your sure wonderings of "who wrote what?", we try to switch between every few paragraphs or so. You might find a loop here and there, because we're both a bit unique in our writing style. The prompt is this: Tony is in a car crash, and doesn't remember his now-husband Steve.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Avengers or any part of MARVEL. If I did, Tony and Steve would have kissed already!

Steve promised that he'd stay awake for Tony's return, so he lay down on the couch at Stark Tower, wrapped in a blanket and watching shows he couldn't really make sense of…still. It was mostly teenage drama (God, was every 16 year old girl like that these days?) and annoying game shows with obnoxious hosts.

So at 1 in the morning, he got a little concerned. Tony was late to everything, but…

The phone rang. He figured it was Tony; who else would call at a time like this? He picked up the phone on the counter at the bar and pressed "Talk".

"Hello? This is Steve."

"Steve? It's Nat. There's been an accident."

"Accident?" Steve's reaction was immediate and he stood up from where he was on the couch, waiting for the woman to go on with the details. "What kind of accident? What happened?"

Natasha's heart felt heavy as she tried to make out the words. "A...car accident. Happy was driving Tony back from the conference with Hammer Industries, and a truck hit them from the side. They said it was a drunk driver. Happy's fine, but Tony...it doesn't look good."

In an instant, Steve was out the door and heading to his bike. "I'm on my way," he barely managed to Nat, trying to keep himself calm. He could not freak out yet, he couldn't. He needed to stay calm so he could get to Tony. "What's hospital? What room?"

"He's at New York Downtown hospital, room 214. I'll meet you at the front entrance, okay? Clint and I are 2 minutes away." she told him, swallowing the lump in her throat. "He's going to be okay, Steve. He always is."

"I'll... I'll be there soon," Steve hung up the phone and bit his lip. Natasha was right; Tony would be fine... wouldn't he? God, he hoped so. Before he had a chance to get upset he hopped on his bike and headed off, arriving at the hospital in practically no time. "Hey..." he found Clint and Natasha in no time.

Natasha gripped his arm and began steering him toward the elevator. "I'll deal with the entire registry. When you get to the second floor, turn right and go to the admission desk. Ask for Dr. Reynolds; he's Tony's specialized doctor and no doubt he's there."

Steve felt like his was in a daze when he walked into the hospital. God, he hated these places. "Right..." he mumbled, though he did as instructed and found himself at the admission desk upstairs. "Excuse me," he said politely to the woman sitting there. "I'm looking for Dr. Reynolds? I'm also here to see Tony Stark."

David Reynolds recognized Steve standing at the desk, knowing he was asking about Tony. "Steve?" when the distressed man turned, he smiled tiredly, "I'm Dr. Reynolds, your husband's personal doctor. I know about the shrapnel in his heart and how it works and such. We have a lot to talk about, Mr. Stark-Rogers."

Steve turned to the doctor and gave him a small, yet distressed smile. "Nice to meet you," he murmured and let out a sigh. "Can I see Tony? Is he... Is he alright?" He was, wasn't he? Tony had to be fine, he was... Tony. He was always fine.

"I'll let you see him in a minute. I just want you to understand the extent of Tony's injuries," Reynolds began, his kind smile dropping a little. "Physically, Tony will be fine. He has some broken ribs and a fractured left wrist, and a bad head wound. Those will heal easily. Mentally, however, is a different story. His head connected with the window on impact, causing a traumatic brain injury."

Steve sucked in a breath, trying his best not to wince at the thought of Tony being hurt. Seeing him in pain killed him and he knew it would be rough for him to visit that hospital room in a few minutes. "Brain injury?" he asked after a moment and his frown deepened. "Well he'll be okay, right? People these days... they recover from head injuries."

Dr. Reynolds studied him for a second. "Well...in a lot of cases, yes, eventually. But most of the time, the recovery is highly unpredictable. Anything could happen with the stability of the brain. In Tony's case, it seems that the only way to tell how his brain is functioning is when he wakes up. Because his body also needs time to recover from the shock, we're keeping him sedated for now. Tomorrow, we'll take them off and by all means he should wake up."

Steve listened to the doctor intently, feeling like he was getting a headache from all of this. "Okay," he finally murmured. "So he could have something wrong, but you won't know until tomorrow?" The thought of waiting until tomorrow to see Tony awake was very disappointing, but he understood there was a reason for it. "Well... alright," he finally sighed and rubbed his eyes.

"His room is right over there. You can sit with him as long as you like, but I'd suggest you get some shut eye sometime tonight," Dr. Reynolds instructed. "His nurse will stop by in about an hour, or you can press the call button if anything out of the ordinary happens. I'll talk to you tomorrow, all right?"

He took a deep breath as he glanced towards the room, suddenly feeling extremely nervous. "Okay," he looked back to the doctor and forced a smile. "Thank you." He then headed towards the room, feeling a little shaky as he pushed the door open and headed in.

Hope you are liking it! We have about 14K written so far, and barely half done, so there's much more to come. Please review and all that jazz! ^_^