Avengers Sickfics and Preferences

It Hurts!- Reader x Avengers

The symptoms slowly began to creep in as the avengers were all laid upon the gigantic sofa in the main living area. it was movie night. A night where personal space is completely disregarded and food is not shared.  (Y/N) was curled into her usual nook of the couch with her precious popcorn but as the 20th Century Fox music began on the 115" TV, she found herself losing interest in the buttery goodness ut brushed it off as eating too much pizza at dinner. 

As the end credits rolled downwards, the weekly debate over the plot began but it lacked the input of (Y/N). The only person to notice her silence was Sam, he was usually told 'You tell me I'm wrong once more and I'll make sure you don't wake up tomorrow' "(Y/N/N), what do you think?" The teen shrugged, mumbling something that sounded scarily like "tummy hurts". Thor and Bruce locked eyes recalling the last time (Y/N) was sick. She got so dehydrated that they had to sedate her to get her down to the MedBay and when she woke up, whew that was a scary time for the Avengers.

"Lady (Y/N), would you like to accompany me to your bedroom?" offered Thor, Natasha and Steve pausing their make-out sesh following what Thor just asked as casually as could be. "Just don't mess with strip lights and you're welcome," responded a slightly pink (Y/N). Natasha and Steve's eyes were popping out of their heads. (Y/N) and Thor? He's old enough to be her father! 

Meanwhile, (Y/N) and Thor were making their way to the elevator, opting not to race up the stairs for a change. "And how does the ache feel?" Thor's diagnosing (Y/N) efforts were hopeful, but all he got was incoherent mumbles in return. "Dear Midgardian, would you like what I believe to be known as a hug?" (Y/N) turned into the tall man, met with his warm and comforting arms. "You feel warm, shall we enter your bedroom?" He felt something that resembled a nod so they separated and F.R.I.D.A.Y. did the honours of sliding open the door to (Y/N)'s bedroom. Thor knew where it was but had never been in there. 

"Your bedroom is very nice. The lights change colour I assume?" Whilst Thor was picking his jaw up from the floor, (Y/N) was curling in under her favourite fuzzy blanket. Her face was nuzzled into the pillow and Thor's heart swelled at the sight, allowing himself to be distracted from his mission. He loaned a heating pad from Wanda and by some godly miracle (get the pun) was able to place it on the youngest avengers abdomen. She stirred a few times throughout the night, but she slept soundly with only the occasional whimper or groan for the majority of the night. 

However, as the morning came round and the sun began to peek through the gaps in the blinds. (Y/N) began to feel unwell... Not spew your guts unwell, just unwell. "Dr Banner is requesting an update on your condition, Ms (L/N)" F.R.I.D.A.Y.'s voice rang through the room. It was originally the laundry room but (Y/N) found all the other rooms on the floor much too big for her tastes. Luckily, there was a bathroom next door so they just made some adjustments and boom it was the best room in the compound. "I want snuggle huggles." That was the update. 'I want snuggle huggles.' 

To say Bruce was pissed with the lack of information he was given, was an understatement. Tony feared that there would be a code green. As he stormed to the elevator, Tony silently trailed behind him, for (Y/N)'s protection. 

"Bruce?! Will you give me snuggle huggles?" (Y/N) was always babyish when she was sick. She acted like a five-year-old every time but no one cared because she was sick. "Tony, go get Sam and tell him we got a 5YOTB, understood?" Bruce questioned. Sam had a special bond with the girl, always since she came to the Avengers a month after moving into the compound. "Yeah. Wait, what if he's on a run with Capsicle and Barnes?" Being the narcissistic pessimist he always was, Tony had to find fault in Bruce's plan because if it wasn't devised by Tony, it simply wouldn't work in Tony's world. "Go now!" (Y/N) flinched away at the sheer volume of Bruce, nevertheless, his tone was just as scary.