Stephen Had Just Wrapped Up His Last Surgery. He Had An Opening For A Few Hours To Finish Up Some Paper

There are two types of writers:

1. 'It's fiction, it doesn't need to make sense!'

2. 'I didn't account for the rotation of the planet and how that affects the constalations while my characters stargazed at different times of year, I have failed as a writer, and this entire thing is trash'

Stephen was standing in a corner nursing a drink when he was approached by a young man who had a look of determination on his face. Great. Either its someone who idolize him, wants him to be a mentor or a gold digger. They were at the mingling period for the conference he was attending about the latest and greatest break through in the medical field.

" Dr. Strange... it's an honor to meet you sir"

" I'm sure. Look, I'm trying to have a nice quiet evening. Get what you came over here to say. I'm single but I'm not looking for a partner currently no matter how cute you are. I'm not looking to mentor anyone. If you have what it takes then I'll see you back here next year kudos to you. If your just gonna fan boy and tell me how great I am, you have two minutes. If your going to tell me how I inspired you with my talent you can-"

" You did inspire me. But not for the reasons your thinking of. 10 years ago my uncle died on your operating table. "

Stephen steps back and stares into the brown eyes of the young man infront of him. He has a hardly had any deaths in his records. He swallowed a sip of his drink, clearing his throat.

" I am sorry for your loss... I assure you I would have done everything in my power to save him."

The guy sighs and nods his head glancing down and then back up at him.

" I hated you. For years. You were the best of the best, that's that the nurses said. And yet my Uncle still died under your knife. ... I swore I would never let anything like that happen again to anyone else. That you must have made a mistake.... that you weren't good enough to save my uncle."

Shifting his feet a little he glances over his should looking around the room. " But no one could have saved him from that wound.... I went to school, graduated early with honors and I know... I know you did everything you could, it just that the tools we had available at the time weren't good enough. -

It's why I'm here, I've created a several new tools that help out the field and I wanted to thank you."

He smiles and reaches his hand out for a hand shake

" My hatred for you pushed me to help others more. The designs and tools I've help patent... they are going to save lives. And I have you to thank for that Dr. Strange. It's an honor to be in the field with you"

Stephen stared at the young man longer before reaching out and shaking his hand.

" What's your name?"

The young man blushes as he shakes Stephen's hand

" Oh! Um Peter, unm Dr. Peter Parker Sir... forgot to introduce myself"

" Well Dr. Parker, let's get a table and you can tell me all about these new patents"

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love when fictional men are so devoted to their partner it makes them dangerous and insane. very slutty behavior keep it up king

Bucky chuckled at the remark Steve just said, taking a drag from his cigarette. It's a thing they both do while in the tower. They always stand on their own balconies and catch up.

He was about to speak when the balcony door slid open.

A sleepy " Babe?" came from the doorway.

Bucky turned his head to glance over his shoulder, and he smiled at the sight that greeted him.

A half asleep, Peter, wearing only his large henley, was slowly stumbling his way over. Only one eye partly cracked open to see the other still closed. Peter moves stand behind Bucky and presses his face into his back, wrapping both his arms around his waist.

"Come to bed. I need cuddles."

" Yeah? That's what they call it these days?"

Peter snorts a little and squeezes a small hug, giving Bucky's back a couple of kisses.

" I can give you wild ride in the morning. But I wanna cuddle with you tonight. It's too quiet without you. "

" Aw, Doll. You feelin' soft tonight and want pillow talk?"

Peter laughs a little and pulls away from Bucky to head back inside.

" That line might have worked back in your day but not on me. I'm tired, and I need your snoring to put me to sleep. "

" I don't snore,"

" Sure babe, don't be too long. Night Steve."

" Uh.. night Peter."

The door slides shut again, and Bucky frowns at it before looking back at Steve.

" I don't snore."

Steve raises his hands up in an ' I don't know ' gesture.

" You snored before the war... maybe you're just relaxed enough to... snore again."

" Shut it, punk. If anyone snores, it's you."

" Well, uh... 'babe' when did this happen? Does Tony know?"

Bucky points at Steve after putting his cigarette out.

" Not a word."

And then he opens the sliding door to his room and just as quietly closes it behind him. Steve is left alone on his own balcony, staring at the spot. Bucky just was out.

" Shit "

Peter climbs in through the window at 4am, being as quiet as possible so as to not wake Steve up. He quietly steps out of his suit and changes into his pyjamas and tiptoes across the bedroom to climb into bed, when his heart almost leaps out of his chest. He hadn’t realised Steve had been sitting on the edge of the bed in the darkness. Peter’s heart races as he turns on the lamp and speaks breathlessly, his voice high.

“Hey! What- uh, why are you just sitting there? It’s 4am!”

Steve glances up at Peter, and Peter can see how tired and worried the man looks. When Steve speaks, it’s in a low whisper.

“I couldn’t sleep,” he says. “I was worried.”

“About me?”

“Who else?”

Peter feels warmth in his chest at Steve’s words. He kneels in the floor between Steve’s legs and takes his hands gently.

“Hey, listen, I’m fine okay? I do this all the time.”

Steve lets out a nervous laugh, looking down into Peter’s eyes with love and worry. “I know you can take care of yourself. I know you’re out doing good, protecting people, being Spider-Man. I get that. But I still can’t help worrying about you.”

“What is it that you worry about?” Peter asks softly. The way Steve is looking at him is making his heart melt. He’s never been looked at this way in his life.

“You’re just a baby…” Steve whispers, holding Peter’s hands tightly as if to never let go ever again,

Peter lets out a soft laugh. “I’m 18.”

“You’re my baby,” Steve murmurs. “If anything happened to you-”

“Nothing’s going to happen to me, I promise. I swear I’m always careful. If I got into any real danger I’d run and get backup. Don’t you trust me?”

“Of course I trust you. I love and trust you more than anything and the fear of losing you is driving me crazy, Peter.“

“What would you have me do differently? I- I don’t want you to ever have to worry. Let me know what I can do.”

Steve pulls Peter up to a standing positing and then pulls him closer so Peter’s sitting on his lap. Peter smiles and wraps his arms around Steve’s neck, leaning his forehead against Steve’s.

“I want to keep you here with me in this bed forever and never let you leave,” Steve says quietly, closing his eyes. “Would you like that?”

Peter smiles. “I would. But-”

“-But you’re a superhero. The most adorable superhero I’ve ever met, by the way,” Steve lightly kisses Peter’s cheek. Peter giggles softly holds onto Steve tighter.

“But you have a duty. And who am I to stop you?” Steve continues.

“I also have a duty as your boyfriend to not keep you up all night worrying about me,” Peter says. “I don’t have to patrol at night. One of the best things about being Spider-Man is that I can pick and choose when I work.”

“I can’t ask you to-”

“I’m offering. In fact, it’s non-negotiable. No more night patrols unless I know something is going to happen. I won’t make you stress, okay? Don’t want your age to catch up to you,” Peter says, giving Steve a playful smile.

Steve laughs and nods. “Yeah, we wouldn’t want that.”

“So it’s settled,” Peter says.

“I love you,” Steve murmurs, leaning in closer.

“I love you too-”, Peter is cut off when Steve closes the gap between them, kissing Peter softly and tenderly. Peter lets out a content sigh and kisses back, feeling his heart race in his chest. Everything feels so perfect, and Peter knows in this moment that he never ever wants to cause Steve to worry about him again.

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