Who likes the new cover for Stitches? I kinda really like it, even if it is simple

Sarah Rogers would proudly say with confidence that she's proud of how her son turned out, because Steve might not be the smartest cookie or the best child to walk the earth, but he was confident, loyal and had a golden heart. Sarah Rogers sees Steve as the best thing to come out of her rocky marriage, and yes okay, Steve might not be the best and he was no goodie two shoes, but he was not his father which she was glad of.

Today, however, is a prime example how good natured her son is.

This wasn't how Steve intended on spending the start of his Christmas break, he has planned on going home after the bus dropped him off near the supermarket close to his home and get changed into a fresh pair of clothes and then head out with his group, but of course that didn't happen.

He had been passing the supermarket when he heard a cry for help, and Steve with his damn good hearing and always sensing trouble, had of course lurked to find out where the cry of help was coming from and what was happening. He stumbled across a bunch of ill-mannered teens beating up a defenceless homeless man, and Steve being Steve, he wasn't going to allow them to continue.

So, in the end, Steve had managed to fight off 2 out of 3 of the teens that were causing ruckus just because but the time he was fighting the 3rd teen off, someone had phoned for an ambulance after taking in the homeless mans appearance after the beating. The flashing lights of blue and white had scared off all three teens, leaning Steve and the homeless man in the parametric's hands.

"I asked for once thing, Steve, and that was for you to not get into any sort of trouble before Christmas but here we are, in the same place with you injured and another Christmas photo ruined."Sarah Rogers fumes, trying her best not to flip out and break her sons nose any further as she secures a piece of medical tape over his nose.

"I was doing it-"

"For the little guy, I know."She cuts him off, always hearing the same excuse over and over again. She sighs, stepping back and examining the damage that has happened to Steve. His wounds were freshly stitched with paper stitches which would dissolve soon enough, ribs bruised and two cracked and nose broken with a mould over the bridge to keep it in place."But you can't keep doing this Steve, one day you're going to get hurt, badly, and stitches and bandages won't be able to fix it."

It's a mothers groping fear for her son to get hurt, so badly enough that it leaves them scarred, disabled or dead. As a nurse and a mother, Sarah Rogers has had to witness the death of children, the Grieving of parents. It was the worse part of her job, to see a teen of Steves age be hooked up to life support machines or have life saving emergency surgery to fill the gaping hole in the middle of their chest.

"Well when that time comes, it will come."Sooner than one thinks. There's a voice in the back of his head that is telling him, almost like a beg to tell him mom now of his plans for the future, that if he is unsuccessful in school - and let's face it, he isn't doing all that well despite all of the tutoring that Bruce is giving him on the weekends - that he's going to enrol into the army.

Steve knows that Sarah isn't going to take it well, of course she won't. Steve is her only son, the only person in her life not to die or get up and leave. No mother wants to see their child - never mind their only child - head off to war, not knowing if they will return with open arms and kiss to the cheek or in a coffin with the American flag draped across in respect.

Luckily enough, the sensible voice is Steves voice reasons and Steve doesn't open his mouth and speak anything about the army.

"What am I going to do with you, boy."She shakes her head with a sigh. Steve is so handsome and it's a pity to see him battered and bruised, with life lasting scars across his chest and face that only remain because he keeps picking at them before they can heal or are too deep to cover up completely."I need to wrap you up in cotton wool."

"You don't need to, you want to."Steve corrects, a drawl in his voice as he speaks."And anyway, I'm fine. It's not life threatening and it's not as if I'm house bounded."Steve gives his mom a look, watching how her shoulders sag with a loud sigh as he looks longingly at her son, almost as if she's trying to calculate what is going on in his head, reading his mind.

"We'll talk about this tomorrow, I'll sign you out."She still has the remainder of her shift to complete, unlucky for her, she has the graveyard shift but it was overtime pay which means double the money than a regular shift."Do you need money for a bus or can one of your friends pick you up?"

"I'll get a lift from 'Tasha."He informs, staggering off of the hard hospital bed that his mum had ushered him on whenever she spotted him sitting in the hallway, left by parametric's rim his oath staff to take care of. His injuries weren't life threatening for a doctor to be involved, and despite hospital rules about family aiding family, she had mended Steve herself.

It also gave her the excuse to scowl at him

Sarah sends him off with a cautious kiss on his cheek, patting his forearm to send him off, telling him that she'll sign him out and that he's free to go.

The hospital that his mom works in is all to familiar for Steve. He had spent a lot of his childhood in the hospital, and it wasn't because he was always getting into petty little fights with other boys because they were picking on someone else, but because he was often right along during weekends and spent his after school days here, in the waiting rooms and in the hallways.

Doctors, Nurses and long staying staff new Steve pretty well, and if it wasn't because of Sarah Rogers constantly showing off photographs of her son and boasting about how much of a wonderful boy he is, it was because they have known Steve for years. They all knew he was a generous boy, sneaking in chocolates and buns to the elderly that just suffered a broken hip or little kids that have just undergone operations.

"Good evening, Steve."A doctor nods Steves way whenever he spots the teen walking the halls in boredom as he waits to be picked up. He had disturbed Natasha with a phone call obviously at the wrong time, seeing as she was not happy when he phoned which meant he had to wait lunge to be picked up, not that he minded.

"Hello Doctor Caldwell."He nods with a polite smile, continuing his venture down the corridor. He gives polite smiles and little waves as he walks, peering into side rooms that he knows people that are in and getting a chorus of greetings whenever he passes one of the open wards. He's passing a room which makes me stop dead in his tracks.

"Whoa, wait, I don't think you should be doing that."He frets, the door wide open which gives him the view of the male that is standing on one of the hospital chairs, his head caught between the hospital room tv and the wall that it hangs on, making agitated grunts.

The male wasn't wearing a hospital gown unlike most patients but he knew he wasn't a normal technician fixing the television due to the hospital identification bracelet around his wrist and the heart monitor and IV drip attached to him. They are in a private room, the only difference being the television that hangs on the wall and the slightly bigger side.

"And I don't think you should be interfering with what I'm doing."He grumbles back, his back to Steve as he fiddles with a couple of wires that were hanging out the back of the tv."You can either help me fix this fucking television or go away."

"You're sick, I don't think you should be up and about. That is what I was pointing out."Steve soothes, his hands out as he walks further into the room."But I mean, you should leave it to the hospital technician to fix the television."

"Ha!"He laughs."Now either shut up and leave or fetch me a screwdriver, a universal one if you can, one that can be changed to fit multiple screws Incase you don't know what universal means."They inform, voice muffled with concentration and not even spearing Steve a glance who is hanging around the doorframe, unsure if he should step into the room and hold the chair so that the teen doesn't fall.

"Um, okay-"

"-And also a cheeseburger, I've been craving for one since I woke up. I really love cheeseburgers, tried to get a nurse to sneak one in but they all hate me and basically told me to go to hell."Steve can tell that he's rolling his eyes, the way he huffs out a breath."I mean they can join the list, it's pretty long."

When Steve struggles for a reply, they finally turn from their place of standing on the chair, mouth falling into an O shape and coffee coloured eyes going wide in realisation that he wasn't talking to hospital staff, but to a patient that equally looks as battered and bruised.

"You're not medical staff, shit, and here I am ordering you around."They nibble on their bottom lip, bringing a hand up to rest on the opposing wall for balance and using the other to run over his brow. Steve swallows thickly, taking in the little details of the teenager that is balancing on the chair.

He can't help but notice the little scars that litter his arms and wrists, or the cuts around his face or the bruising on his cheek. He wears a dark tank top that dips low at his chest, exposing the bandages that cover his shoulders, biceps and chest. What makes Steve freeze is the odd blue light that glows from the teenagers chest, circle in shape and right in the middle.

"You don't have to get me a cheeseburger, but I need a screwdriver. If I'm not allowed to have my bots in my hospital room, at least I can do is fix this television."He grumbles, his annoyance making his heart monitor beep a little faster."You look like shit, what happened?"

"Hun?"Steve snaps his eyes away from the teenagers chest and the odd blue light, looking up to meet the coffee brown eyes that stare at Steve, waiting for an answer."Oh, um, got into a fight."He shrugs his shoulders, his voice a little uneasy."I'm Steve."

"Tony,"Tony smiles just a little, not looking bothered or alerted about the blue light in his chest. If he is being honest, Tony sometimes forgets about his new addition and carries on as if it wasn't there to start off with. It wasn't as if Tony was on bed rest, he was actually encouraged to get out of bed and take walks down the corridor and back, but of course, standing on a chair to fix a television was a little too extreme for his condition.

Steve doesn't say anything further, trying his best not to look down at Tony's chest but finding that he's unable too. He's too drawn to the glow, out of curiosity of why it is there and what it does to keep Tony healthy and alive. Although, he doesn't want to be a bother to ask Incase he causes Tony to panic about it.

"Hey, you alr-"Tony pauses, following Steves wondering eye and realising that he is looking at the covered up Arc Reactor."Oh. You want to know what this is?"

"I have to go,"Steve blurts, already making his way back into the hallway, having to force himself to look away from Tony's chest. Tony frowns."Sorry, I have to go. Now."Steve doesn't even stay to say goodbye, already making his way down the hallway and further away from Tony's hospital room, hoping that Natasha is waiting in the carpark.

Tony blinks, his eyes trained on the spot where Steve was once standing. His right hand curls around the top of his tank top, knuckles brushing against his arc reactor which causes him to cringe, the reason why Steve had left. Tony shakes his head, blinking again before turning back to the television that he was fiddling with, almost as if the last 10 minutes didn't happen.

Please tell me your opinions!

On Steve?

On Sarah?

Steve and Tony's first encounter and Steves reaction to the arc reactor?

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