AVENGERS ONESHOTS

[chapter: 10] Sick

AVENGERS X READER:

Y/n laid in her bed, cocooned in all the blankets she could find and attempted to sleep, which she succeeded at. She fell asleep peacefully for the rest of the night. Hours later everyone was up, except Y/n. Who was usually up by now. They let her rest though because she had returned late last night from a solo mission. They just went on without her until it was noon. She would've gotten out by now and some had gotten concerned. They decided to investigate and went to her room. Steve quietly opened the door and they stepped inside to see her under multiple duvets and blankets sweating and shivering. Her face flushed and contorted expressions of pain. The team had sympathetic looks replacing their once resting faces. Bruce walked over to her and held his hands up to her forehead.

"She's burning up, can someone carry her to the medbay. I'll get it ready," Bruce soft spoken. Steve removed the sheets carefully, to reveal her figure covered by only a pair of short shorts and a loose tank top. He continued to pick her up and followed the others to the medbay.

He sat her down on the hospital bed as Bruce and Dr. Cho examined her. The team moved out of the way, concerned for their friend they stayed close by.

"She's just come down with a bad flu, a few days rest and plenty of fluids and she'll be better," Bruce shrugged. The team was happy, happy that she wasn't dying. She was the mediator, the optimist and was nurturing. She helped them all during their darkest hours of the night. Holding them tightly in her arms and soothing them through their sobs or screams. She woke up not too long after, questioning why she was in the medbay. Which they explained, well Bruce explained.

For the next few days she was smothered. Whether that meant Steve making soup. Bruce checking on her every two hours. Clint grabbed all the blankets. Nat made sure she slept. Tony made sure she took medicine. Thor made sure she had good company and kept her happy. He even shared some pop tarts with her. Which he never did.

Y/n was curled up on the couch, soup in her hands, blanket around her waist and her friends surrounding her. They had taken care of her so well. She was grateful for their assistance and help the past few days. Even Peter stopped by yesterday. Tony told him Peter that he was busy helping Y/n get better as was the others. Peter came by anyway, bearing snacks, star wars movies and support.

Soon enough she had gotten better.

However some of the others... let's say they had gotten worse after being in contact with her.

"TONY YOU NEED TO SLEEP! BARTON PUT YOUR ARROWS DOWN AND GO THE FUCK TO BED! I DON'T CARE IF YOU'VE BEEN CALLED IN NATASHA EAT YOUR SOUP!"

A/N: NGL.. I got lazy at the end, this was old and I wasn't as inspired to continue it. I still wanted to try to complete it.  I also wanted to ask for you to vote and comment! I adore the comments I see when reading, it makes this website more enjoyable. Also if you have any suggestions of books similar to this one, I would love to read them. Especially if they were writen by you lovelies! 

PEACE OUT GIRL SCOUTS

-RAY