Peter sat next to you, watching the heart monitor beat steadily. He fiddled with his fingers nervously. He stood and paced back and forth. A cold hand came to rest on his shoulder. He turned around.

"Hey, Mister Barnes."

"Bucky."

"Right." Peter muttered, looking back at you.

"She's gonna be alright. She's tough. She just doesn't know it."

"Yeah, but I feel like it's my fault. Sure, the suit helped, but she doesn't have my rapid healing abilities, or my spider-sense, or-"

"She went back because of guilt. She knew the risks." Bucky cut Peter off. "I love her, too. We just gotta be patient." He assured.

"Yeah. Wait-I didn't say I loved her." Peter commented, turning a shade of pink. Bucky raised an eyebrow and grew a smirk.

"Get outta here. I'll tell you when she wakes up." Bucky offered. Peter gave you one last look before nodding at the super-soldier and walked out, quietly closing the door behind him. Bucky's smile faded as he turned to you and sighed, sitting down and running his hand through his dark hair.

~Can you summon an army of spiders~

Bucky jolted upright upon feeling himself fall asleep. He ran his hand along his face and looked up at the clock. He had been in there three hours. He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to relieve the soreness. He looked up at you. Your eyebrows twitched. Bucky quickly stood and took the remaining two steps to reach your bed.

"Y/n?" He asked, tentatively. You stirred again and groaned.

"Did you get the number of the truck that hit me?" You asked groggily. Bucky chuckled.

"It wasn't a truck. Are you okay?" He asked. You groaned again.

"Mostly. Is everything alright?"

"Yeah. The guy that shot you and the people with him are now behind bars." Bucky assured.

"Oh, yeah. How's Peter? Ugh, he must feel awful."

Bucky's eyes widened slightly. "Oh yeah. I'll be right back." He said, walking out the door. You sighed and pushed yourself up trying to sit up. You winced a tiny bit but managed to lean against the headboard. Peter rushed inside moments later, followed closely by Bucky. Peter strode up to you.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"I'm fine."

He nodded, smiling a tiny bit. He looked you over.

"It was totally my fault." He said.

"What?! That's not true!"

"You got hurt!" Peter defended.

"You told me to leave, but I came back." You retorted. Peter sighed in defeat, sitting down and running a hand through his hair. "I still feel like it's my fault."

You smiled. "It's not." You said softly. Peter looked up at you and you met his eyes. You felt a tap on the shoulder and you turned, seeing Bucky. He jerked a thumb at the door.

"I'm gonna head out, and update everyone else on your recovery." He announced, walking out the door. You watched him leave before turning back to Peter.

"I was really worried." He confessed. You looked up at him and smiled.

"Thank you."

You both sat there in silence for a few moments before you broke it.

"Maybe I should be the guy in the chair for a little bit longer." You joked. Peter laughed.

"I don't think I'm ready." You admitted. Peter smiled.

"You will be. One day." He encouraged. Suddenly, the rest of the Avengers burst through the door, all with huge smiles on their faces. Tony looked less thrilled, though. They all came forward, and began talking to you. Peter took this as his que to exit, so he made his way to the door, giving you one last look before quietly closing it behind him.

A/n: It's done! Do you think I should to an Epilogue where Tony and Y/n make up?