Accidental Relocation Chapter 2

A couple days passed and Peter didn’t feel nearly as guilty about the camera as he originally had. The young man had learned some new facts in that time period and he wasn’t overly impressed with the heroes anymore. It turned out that while the Avengers were good for large events, like aliens, they were useless with the small things. None of the heroes came out to help the people; sure they had prevented an alien invasion but where were they when a woman was being raped or a man mugged.  Maybe Spiderman was just a small picture kind of man while the Avengers focused on the larger shot.

“Peter, darling, could you lift this for me?”

The man in question smiled at the older women and headed over to help. He had discovered, after taking apart the camera, that several parts of New York were still rebuilding. Naturally he had started helping out, Aunt May had trained him well, in any way he could. The rebuilding worked well in Peter’s favor; he helped people clean and fix up their houses and they fed him in return, he was having some money trouble, which was awesome. He also offered to help with any malfunctioning electronic devices. As a result he was learning a great deal about their technology. Peter was rather proud of his proficiency. Sure, his situation sucked but he loved learning new things.

The whole rebuilding thing was something else that was pissing him off. Where were the heroes now? Half of this mess was caused by them and yet none of them could be there to help clean it up. Granted, Tony Stark had donated a crap ton of money for the fixing of the city but he never showed up personally. The only decent one, he figured, was Captain America. The captain supposedly showed up to help whenever he was available.

It was a couple of hours later that a sandwich was shoved into his hands.

“Sit.”

Peter accepted the sandwich and offered the middle aged woman a smile.

“Thanks Angie.”

She smiled back and patted his shoulder.

“You’re welcome dear. Now you are to relax for at least fifteen minutes.”

Peter made a face but plopped himself down on a large piece of rubble.

“Oh, and Peter, could you look at my phone for me? It’s stopped taking pictures,” she said with a huff.

Peter laughed and accepted the phone as well. The sandwich disappeared in no time and soon he had his head bent towards the phone.

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Lawson.”

Peter ignored the mellow young voice in favor of opening the back of the phone to get a better look.

“Oh Steve, I keep telling you to call me Angie.”

Peter continued to pay no attention to the conversation going on over his head; he was too engrossed in the phone and barely heard it. As a result he jumped when he felt a nudge to his shoulder and quickly glanced up. He almost dropped the phone as well as his jaw in his quick rush to stand. Standing in front of him, looking rather amused, was Captain America.

“You’re Captain America,” he blurted out and then flushed.

Smooth Peter Smooth.

“Yes,” smiled the captain. “But you can call me Steve.”

Peter shook he hand offered to him in a daze before remembering to introduce himself.

“Oh, I’m Peter, Peter Parker.”

He couldn’t help but study the hero as he turned to talk to Angie again. Jesus, the man was built. He was taller than Peter by a couple inches, but where Peter was slender and flexible, this man was pure muscle and attractive, very attractive. Peter had planned on avoiding the heroes, and here he was meeting one less than a week after his arrival.

‘What kind of luck is this?’ Peter silently wondered, before forcing his attention back to the phone.

Ten minutes later he wandered over to where Angie and the Captain were working. Well the Captain was working and Angie was talking. Peter politely waited for a break in the conversation, noticing that Captain America seemed to have no problem lifting heavy rock and talking at the same time. Sure, Peter could do it too, but he had to act like he couldn’t which was a bit of a pain.

“Here’s your phone Angie,” he said and handed the device over.

The older women took it, snapped a photo of Steve Rodgers, and texted it to a friend. Seconds later she beamed up at Peter happily.

“Thank you dear.”

“No problem,” he replied with a smile. “I’m going to get back to work now.”

He quickly headed over to a different section of the house. He figured that Captain America wouldn’t be interested in him so it should be safe to work nearby.

“So you’re good with phones?”

Or not; Peter glanced up uncertainly but, yep, that slightly hesitant voice did belong to Captain America in all his muscly flesh. The young man quickly turned his eyes back to the wheelbarrow he was filling with rubble, trying in vain not to blush. Peter had been in the hero’s presence less than an hour and already he had a massive crush on him.

‘You’re hopeless,’ he thought to himself before answering the older man.

“I guess.”

“Could you help me with mine?”

Peter forgot about his work and jerked his head up to stare at the Captain. The man was holding out a phone and after a couple second he accepted it.

“Wow,” he breathed. “This is incredible.”

It was clearly the newest Stark phone; Peter’s fingers were already itching to pull it apart but he refrained since it wasn't his. He pulled his eyes away from the beautiful device to look at Mr. Rogers.

“What exactly do you need help with?” he asked.

Peter shifted his mental process into tutor mode; it always helped him when dealing with other people, and resulted in him being less shy.

“Everything,” the older man replied with a sigh. “Tony made it especially for me, but I can’t understand any of it, and every time he tries to help me I just end up more confused.”

Peter snorted in amusement before taking a closer look at the phone.

“You’re from the 40’s right?”

“Yes, that’s correct,” the soldier said confused.

“No wonder you’re having problems then. If you’re used to a dial phone this is going to be much too complicated for you.”

“I've considered getting something else,” Mr. Rogers admitted. “But I don’t want to hurt Tony’s feelings.”

Peter could only stare at the hero amazed. How could a man like this: handsome, strong, protective, and kind exist? He quickly forced his mind back to the problem; glancing around at the other volunteers he got an idea.

“I have a solution that might fix that.”

Steve tilted his head slightly in a silent question and Peter flushed again. He quickly looked away from the handsome man in front of him.

“There are many people here that lost their phones in the invasion. With all the rebuilding, they don’t have the money to get new ones,” he explained. “Mr. Stark could hardly fault you for giving your phone away to someone that needs it. You could then just buy a new one, something less complicated.”

He looked back at him in time to see a smile spread across his face.

‘This guy is too gorgeous for his own good.’

“That’s an excellent idea Peter, except I have no idea how to shop for a phone,” Mr. Rogers admitted.

“I could help you,” Peter offered.

Steve’s smile brightened, making Peter want to bask in the glow forever, before clasping the younger man’s shoulder gratefully.

“Would you? I would greatly appreciate it.”

“Sure,” Peter nodded.

“I’ll be right back then.”

Peter watched the other head off, presumably to give his phone to someone, before sighing. He was supposed to be avoiding the heroes, not offering to go phone shopping with one. He blamed Steve Rogers; the man made him feel like a clumsy 15 year old boy. It wasn’t long before the Captain returned and the two men waved good bye to Angie.

Peter followed the soldier as he headed off across the street.

“The closest shop is on 4th and Victoria,” Peter said and received a nod.

“Do you have a vehicle?”

“Ah, no,” Peter admitted. “I tend to walk everywhere.”

Actually he had spent two days doing a scan of the whole city, learning where all of Stark’s cameras were, so he actually preferred using the roof tops to get around when he could. It wasn’t quite as fast as web slinging but until he could get the materials to make more web slingers he couldn’t risk it. Plus there was that whole avoiding attention thing.

“I’ll drive then.”

“What-” Peter cut himself off with a whistle.

Mr. Rogers was walking towards a magnificent motorcycle and Peter caught up quickly.

“Wow, she’s beautiful.”

The super soldier placed a hand on the bike’s handlebars proudly.

“Thanks.”

He proceeded to straddle the bike and glanced at Peter with a smile.

“Get on and hold tight. I’m a good driver but you don’t have a helmet.”

Peter could only stare for a moment and Steve frowned.

“Is something wrong?”

The young man snapped out of it and shook his head with a wry smile.

“No, I’m just going for a ride on Captain America’s motorcycle to help him pick out a phone.”

The soldier chuckled and Peter finally got on the bike behind him.

‘No feeling him up Parker,’ Peter told himself firmly.

He couldn’t help but lean in against the other man as he took off fast though. Peter hadn’t really had much experience with relationships, just Gwen really, but he was starting to think he might be bi. He really shouldn’t be this turned on by a strong solid back. The young man had to think non sexy thoughts for most of the drive. He really didn’t want Captain America to notice he had a hard on for him. He still enjoyed the ride though. The Captain drove faster and Peter let out a loud whoop as they turned a corner. He was a little disappointed when they arrived at their destination. He had to lean in close and yell in Steve’s ear to be heard over the wind.

“Park on the right.”

They were both grinning widely as they got off the bike.

“So you like motorcycles then?” Steve asked and Peter nodded.

“I’m a bit of an adrenaline junky,” he admitted.

“Me too,” the other man chuckled.

Peter led the way into the shop; it was highly amusing to see the only employee’s mouth drop when Captain America followed him in.

“Do you have any flip phones?” Peter asked the worker.

The man snapped out of his daze and led them over. There were two models on display and Peter looked them over carefully.

“Could he see a working one?” Peter asked, using Captain America’s presence shamelessly.

Steve gave him an admonishing look which Peter ignored as the man hurried off to grab one.

“This is an older model,” he explained. “It should be much less complicated than your previous one.”

The man soon returned with the phone which he handed over. Peter thanked him with a smile, watching in amusement as the man blushed when Steve did so as well, before turning to show it to the Captain.

“This is how you call someone,” Peter demonstrated. “And this is how you text.”

He showed the man how to use T9 and how to add a new contact.

“Aside from that, the phones pretty simple. There are a couple of tools you can use like ‘notes,’ ‘schedule,’ and an alarm clock.”

Peter showed those to Steve as well and then smiled.

“So what do you think?”

The hero shot him a brief smile; he was looking over the two different models, before nodding.

“I’ll take this one.”

Peter stood near the door and tried not to laugh as the employee rushed to help Steve. The man was trying to give the phone away for free but the hero was insisting on paying for it. The whole thing ended with the kid asking for an autograph. Peter was hiding his smile when Steve finally finished and walked over to him.

“Can I give you a ride somewhere?”

Peter shook his head, a smile on his face.

“Nah, I have some business in the area anyways.”

The older man nodded and shook Peter’s hand.

“Thank you for the help,” he said warmly.

“No worries,” Peter said with a shrug.

When he looked back it was to see a confused look on the soldiers face and he chuckled.

“It means don’t worry about it, it’s not a big deal,” he explained.

“But you did me a great service today Peter,” Steve protested.

Peter didn’t respond to that and just offered the man a good-bye wave before walking away. He couldn't help but sigh in relief when he heard the motorcycle start up. That would be the last he saw of the man; New York was a big cit after all.

He knew there was a building in the area that he could nap in for a couple hours. Then he would head out; make sure there weren’t any robberies that night. Tomorrow he would have to start working harder. He couldn’t risk getting attached to this place. No matter how nice the eye candy was; it wasn’t his home.