My ocs react to different situations: idk what im doing

They come home with a bruise on their face

MCU

Faye Stark:

Tony notices and is about to say something, when she says: "I punched first." Her father glances at Pepper.
"Then you're grounded", he says after a nod from Pepper
"Okay", Faye says as she walks to her room.
"And you can't come into the workshop for a week!" her mother adds.
"What!? That's not fair!"

Vera Romanoff:

She walks in her and Steve's shared appartment and gabs some ice to put on the bruise.
Steve is immediately on his feet to make sure she doesn't have any worse injuries, but she waves a hand, signalling she's fine. "It's just a bruise, apparently Sam has a mean right."
"Sam?" Steve asks in confusion. 
"We were sparring", Vera responds. "I won."

Emilia Maximoff:

She regenerates, you wouldn't know if she got punched. You wouldn't even know if she got stabbed when she went on a walk.

Nythera:

She walks onto the ship, the bruise dark against her purple skin. Gamora is immediately at her side. "What happened?"
"A guy was talking shit", she mumbles as she shrugs off Gamora's concerned hand that was placed on her shoulder. "I'm fine."

Luna:

She doesn't even notice she has a bruise, until Strange is holding her cheeks and looking at her like she's about to die. She's never seen him so concerned. Or felt him so concerned. Usually he has pretty good control over his emotions, but now she feels the waves off stress coming from him like a tsunami. "What?"
"You have a bruise", he says.
"Oh. Yeah. I walked against a door earlier."
"You..." He frowns. "You're a mythical creature who can sense and change emotions, feel incursions and what not, but you walk against a door?!"

Calypso:

She walks into her and Loki's shared quarters after some training with Sif. Loki is sitting on the bedwith a book and she immediately relaxes when she sees him. He closes the book and gestures for her to get in the bed aswell.
"Who punched you?" he asks.
"Sif. It was an accident. She wanted to show me a thing with her sword."
He hums and runs his thumb over the bruise, before pressing a soft kiss to it. "I don't like seeing you hurt."
"It's just a bruise."
"Still."

Acotar:

Luneira:

She walks in, complaining loudly. "Why do men punch so hard?!"
Azriel frowns and walks out of his room, already sensing something was wrong. Someone had hurt his mate. He already doesn't like that she has to dress as a boy in the Illyrian camps just to keep her wings and this feeling just makes it worse.
"I'm fine", Luneira says before her mate can open his mouth. "I promise."
"You have a bruise", Azriel says as he walks over and cups her cheek. Her hair is so short... He doesn't like it.
"It's just a bruise."

Cresent City:

Fyrum:

She tosses her bag somewhere on the couch, a suspicous clinking sound coming from it.
"You don't live here!", Bryce shouts.
"Yeah, but my brother does, so I basically do!" she shouts back.
"We're not actually related!" Hunt responds. "If anything you're more my... stepmother!" He walks from the room and frowns when he sees the bruise. "Who the fuck punched you so hard it gave you a bruise? I didn't even think you had blood to form a bruise."
She shrugs. "You're right about the stepmother thing", she says, completely ignoring the question. "Why don't you put on a shirt, lover boy?"

Icebreaker:

Jessica:

She just walked in and there's two men around her. Rhys and Nate. They're both being overprotective assholes.
"I tripped during rehearsal. Apparently I can't do a backflip on pointes."
The two men blink. 
"First of all, why were you trying to do a backflip? You're doing Hamilton", Rhys asks.
"Second, why were you wearing pointes? You stopped doing ballet a year ago", Nate adds.
"Lola didn't believe I could do a backflip and I still like doing ballet, I just didn't like being in pain every day because of it."

Rhys:
He just came back from a game where an opponent crashed into him at full speed. Now he just wants to cuddle with the most wonderful person in Maple Hills.
He walks into her room and crawls between her legs on her bed, laying his head on her chest.
She smiles at him and his modd is immediately lifted. It gets even better when she cups his cheeks and runs her thumb over the bruise. 
"What happened?" she asks.
He buries his head between her breasts. "Idontwannatalkaboutit", he mumbles against her skin. "Ijustwannacuddle."