Dedicated to: The_shifter_97
Limping inside the Tower with the help of Chris and John, it doesn't take much time before (Y/N)'s Fiancee, Wanda, to see him from down the hall.
(Y/N): Great... now Wanda's going to worry about me. I hate seeing her upset...
Wanda: (Y/N)?!
She immediately drops her bags in shock, before running all the way past the training room where Agatha and Drax were, to (Y/N). His helmet is damaged, he has cuts and blood all over his face and arms. Not only is his chest piece dented as well, but his right leg has a burn mark the size of a skull on it.
(Y/N): H-Hey... sweetheart...
Wanda quickly wraps her arm around (Y/N) as Chris and John hands him over to her, before leaving and returning to their posts.
Wanda: Let's get you to our room.
(Y/N): I'm...Fine.
He forces a smile to try and give her a bit of reassurance, despite his desperate need for a medic.
Wanda: No your not! You need to rest.
He sighs as Wanda continues to walk him towards the room, before openening the door and laying him down on the shared bed.
(Y/N): Yes Wanda. I'm f-fine...
She then frowns before planting a gentle kiss on his lips and rubbing her hand through his filthy (Y/C) hair.
(Y/N): She's almost to good for me.
Wanda: I worry sometimes...
Her hands then go from his head to his shoulders, and she unstraps the chest piece from him.
Wanda: You look chafed.
(Y/N) replies with a small nod, and she smiles at him.
Wanda: I'll help.
(Y/N): Thank...You.
She rubs her hands through his bare chest, massaging and easing the pain, while also making him feel loved and secure, somehow.
Wanda: I love you (Y/N).
(Y/N): I love you too... Wanda. You're the only... Medic I'll ever need.
She smiles and tends to his wounds.