8. Spider-man

New York always seemed to be crawling with superheroes.

Literally.

Steve watched as Spider-man crawled up the side of a Daily News building and swung onto the next building.

He shook his head and threw his shield, ricocheting off of a fire hydrant and slicing clean through three of the slime monsters oozing their way up through the sewers. Anyone who said he had a glamorous job clearly had never actually seen the frequency in which supervillians attacked New York.

Spider-man dropped silently next to him, groaning when he landed in the entrails of one of the slime creatures.

Steve nodded thankfully to him as he webbed a few of the creatures to a nearby wall.

"Thanks." Steve said, body-checking a monster into a shop window and using a broken piece of a car to get one off of the newly-arrived hero.

"This is nastier than cafeteria food. And that's saying something."

Spiderman complained. Steve slammed a monster that was trying to sneak up on him with his shield.

He rolled his eyes as he wondered where the rest of his team was. Actually, they were probably relaxing at the tower, while he was the one who didn't know where he was and had a broken phone. He had a nasty suspicion he was in Jersey.

"Gross!" Spidey yelled when his costume was soaked in goo as the last of the slime creatures departed back into the sewers. The red-costumed hero webbed up the sewer grate, just in case, and Steve pushed a heavy dumpster overtop.

They breathed heavily for a moment, leaning on the dumpster, then Steve stood up and squinted into the rapidly-sinking sun.

"Do you know how we get home?"

He asked, sighing, feeling the adrenaline from the fight start to fade in a big way.

Silence.

"A cell phone?"

Steve heard a large sigh from under the mask.

"Webs?"

He showed the empty web dispensers on his forearms in response.

"Bus?"

Spidey asked.

"Bus."

Steve agreed with a groan.

Steve manages to scrounge up a couple quarters from his pants, and Spiderman finally gets a few dollars from an old lady who tells him he needs to eat more.

Steve sits heavily on a bus seat in the back, and his fellow hero sits nervously next to him.

He closes his eyes and tips his head back on the seat.

"Remind me to never go outside of the tower again."

He says.

"Didn't some guy with a wand attack the tower last week?"

Spiderman reminds him.

Steve groans.

"Sorry."

Spiderman says, but Steve can tell he's smiling.

The rocking of the bus is beginning to make Steve lethargic, especially after the battle he'd just fought. The plastic seat, which is hard and slightly sticky, is getting more and more comfortable as time goes on.

Steve catches his head tipping forward a few times. It's not like he had been getting as much sleep as he needed lately, anyways.

He pulls his shield a little closer to his feet as an old lady with a cat carrier squeezes by. Spiderman, next to him, pulls out some headphones (how old is this kid?) and sticks them in his ears over his mask.

Steve watches the headphones, then watches the lady with the cat, then gives up and lets his head fall to his chest, almost instantly asleep and leaning hard into his fellow superhero.

Somewhere in the dim back of his mind, Steve registers Spiderman stiffen, then whisper, almost to himself;

"Gwen's never going to believe me."