Avengers Sickfics and Preferences

Steve X Reader

(Y/N) woke up with a pounding headache and an unsettled stomach. She let out a groan letting a concerned Steve know that she was awake. He was sitting up reading a book when he heard a groan come out from the pile of blankets (Y/N) was in. "Mornin' Baby. How'd you sleep?" He asked trying to find her back to place a comforting hand on her back. A low growl was all he got as a response and pulled her into his lap. "Are you feeling okay?" "Do I look okay to you?" He gave a weak smile and hugged her, trying not to put any pressure on her stomach.

"Do you want breakfast?" He offered with caring eyes. The thought of food was enough to make (Y/N) gag. She sickly swallowed the bile rising up her throat before nestling back into the warmth of Steve's side. "(L/N), get up. We've got training to do." Tony Stark had entered the bedroom, disregarding Captain America in her bed. "Not happening today," Steve announced. "Why the hell not? Because she's got a hangover and wants to spend all day with her precious boyfriend? Get up and be ready in ten." Tony walked out of the room and started muttering something to JARVIS. "You can't train today, not in your condition" warned Steve.

"Too bad." (Y/N) made an attempt to get up but in reality, almost passed out right then and there, however, she continued and made her way to her closet and got on her training gear without throwing up by some miracle. She stood up after putting on some make-up and sprinted to the toilet, followed by Steve. "You're not up for this. Just tell Stark you're sick." "Superheroes don't get sick." She grabbed a piece of toilet paper and wiped the drool from her mouth. "I'll see you at lunch." "Oh, please, you won't last an hour nevermind lunch. Love you"

Tony and (Y/N) had been throwing punches for fifteen minutes and (Y/N) wasn't looking too good. "You sure you're alright, kiddo?" (Y/N) stood up straight for a brief moment before collapsing onto the boxing mat under them. "Seriously? JARVIS, Get Steve and tell him (Y/N) is passed out!" He grabbed a hoodie placed it under her head as a makeshift pillow. "Wake up, loser. Parker wouldn't even do this. Aw, come on. Please?" Tony was trying to plead with the unconscious teen which was pointless and he knew that it was too. "What happened? I thought she'd at least make it an hour." Steve was already beginning to loop his arm under her knees and carried her bridal style.

"(Y/N)?!! Mr Rogers, what happened?" Thor and Peter chased him as he lay the girl down on the couch. "Grab her a thin blanket and a damp washcloth. Stark, grab a trashcan. Uh, Bucky, get her a glass of water," Steve was shouting out orders and the team followed urgently. (Y/N) slowly began to stir from her slumber as Steve laid the washcloth on her forehead and pulled the blanket over her, noticing her ribs seemed extra defined. "How long has she been sick without me noticing?" thought the blonde. "Mr Rogers? What's going on?" He was pulled out of his thoughts and looked down at the girl, smiling softly.

"Hey, baby. How's your stomach feeling?" "Fine? Baby? I think you've got me confused with someone else." Y/n looked disoriented as she sat up. "Give me that tablet over there. I need to check on my mom's post-ops. I need to make sure she's okay." The whole team shared uncomfortable glances, excusing Bucky who was just plain confused. "When she was an intern for Tony, her mom had a big surgery but didn't make out of the OR. She hacked the systems and found out. She wasn't seen for months until Tony went to her apartment and brought her here. That's how she became an avenger." explained Natasha, staring at (Y/N).

"Hey, loser, want something to eat?" Tony Stark knew the girl never had an appetite but also noticed her negligible weight. "I need to know how my mom-" (Y/N) doubled over, throwing up straight into the trashcan. Steve went to put a comforting hand onto her back, which she immediately slapped away. "Rogers, she's delirious. Let me take over," Nat pushed him aside and pulled back the strands of hair that were already covered in vomit. Her body shook violently every time she heaved up more vomit. "You're doing great. That's it. Let it all out." The kind words of encouragement were exactly what needed as she lay back down.

"What do you need, doll?" Bucky stepped forward, trying to help in place of his best friend. "Sleep and cuddles." She curled back into the huge sofa and shut her eyes. "JARVIS, turn down the lights and turn up the heat!" cried out a sleepy (Y/N). The team all looked sympathetically at Steve and then back to (Y/N). "Anyone that doesn't need to be here, leave. Bucky, cuddle the poor kid, Tasha, call Strange and tell him that (Y/N) is in a bad way. I don't give a damn what he says about house calls just get him here ASAP. Rogers, get the bear she has in the lab" shouted Tony.

"Ay mi estómago. Quiero a Steve. Donde esta el? Por qué me abrazas? Vete, gilipollas" (Translation: Ow my stomach. I want Steve. Where is he? Why are you cuddling me? Go away, asshole) "Who speaks Spanish?" shouted Bucky. "I'd move, gilipollas" snickered Nat. Bucky rolled his eyes and got up from the couch. As Bucky sat (Y/N) up, she lurched forward, emptying the contents of her stomach into the trashcan. "Oh, baby, good girl, get it all up." Steve sat down on the couch behind her, (Y/N) sitting between his legs. He pulled her hair into a ponytail and rubbed her lower back, knowing it would make her vomit more.

After twenty minutes of non-stop vomiting, Dr Strange had shown up, coaching (Y/N) through the vomiting, occasionally shining a sympathetic smile in her direction. Another ten minutes had passed and Steve removed his hand from her lower back so she could relax for a while and let Strange look her over. There were strings of drool hanging from her mouth as she muttered incoherently to herself and rested back onto Steve. He pulled the soaked hair from her dripping forehead and Strange began his exam. "Stress, exhaustion and overworking weakened her immune system and she picked up what would be a minor stomach bug." "So basically, she's working too hard?"

A few hours later, (Y/N) had finished throwing up and leaned against Steve when Tony waltzed into her bathroom, staring angrily at her. "Okay, loser, you're going to listen up and listen up good. You did this to yourself. Kid, you worked so hard that when a small stomach bug comes along, it almost kills you. You are insane. I mean I know being an avenger is stressful but this is just crazy. I'm not going to have the closest thing I have to a daughter do this to herself. Explain yourself and do it fast." Tony was pacing as he rambled but now stood with his hands on his hips.

"Y-You'd kick me off the team. I- I mean the only reason I became an avenger is that my m-mom died and I was d-depressed so you took me on. I'm the w-weakest link. And may I r-remind you, Parker is p-practically your freakin' child. You d-don't need me," sighed Y/n. "I know I don't need you, I choose you. Parker doesn't have telekinesis or know how to hack into hospital databases. He doesn't build motorbikes for his boyfriend. I choose you, loser." Tears rolled down (Y/N)'s face and a couple slid down Tony's. The adorable moment was interrupted by (Y/N) jumping up and puking into the toilet for the billionth time.

"Do you want me to go?" "I think you should. She'll be here for a while." Steve's hand rubbed small circles on her lower back waited with her until she dozed off on the cold tiled floor. He picked her up bridal style with her head instinctively nuzzling into Steve's chest. She slept for 22 hours straight while the Avengers took turns watching over her but she just slept clinging onto her bear and softly snoring into her pillow. Tony was dozing away as she slowly sat up, her clothes feeling almost wet. She pulled the blanket off and got up to put on something else.

"Yay! You're awake! I kept checking your pulse every half hour to make sure you were still alive. You obviously were or are. Uh, you're fever still hasn't broken and we didn't want to disturb you when you're obviously exhausted. How are you feeling?" "Coddled and nauseous and hot." The blunt answer reassured Tony somewhat but the dash to the toilet followed by violent vomiting was enough to make him nauseous. "Matame por favor,"(Translation: Kill me please)  She muttered, using the back of her hand to wipe off the vomit/drool on her mouth. Tony helped her out of the bathroom and went in search of Natasha to help her change into fresh clothes.

"Are those my sweats?" Steve was reading a book next to Thor. He pretended to be looking at his book but wanted to look up at (Y/N). She just shrugged in response and climbed onto his lap, straddling him with her burning forehead buried in his neck. "Hey, baby, what's wrong?"Thor tried to see her face but her damp hair hung like a protective curtain. "You want cuddles?" "Por favor" (Translation: Please) Steve handed Thor the book and Steve made himself more comfortable for both of their sake's. They stayed like that for an hour before Tony made Steve carry 'the koala' to the kitchen for (favourite) soup. She just stirred it for ten minutes before Tony took the spoon and started to feed her.

It took a few more hours for her fever to break and days for the throwing up to subside but with the help of the Avengers, she made a full recovery and was made take breaks a lot more often.

A/N! First sickfic done. DM me for requests etc.