Marvel One shots

Surgery

Age:13

You're laying on a stretcher with Natasha softly holding your head and Steve on your left. You were hurt badly in battle and require surgery but are nervous so it's been an hour and half of you fighting Bruce on putting you under. Bruce approaches you with a anesthesia mask. "Ok y/n keep still" he says encouragingly. Your hand shoots up to block him but he grabs your wrist, you're not bothered and use your other hand to grab his other hand. You smirk, frowns at you "I can't I can't" He says dropping the mask, throwing his hands up in defeat and walking away. "Tony your kid your problem" he yells to Tony who's been not far down the hall this whole time.

Tony walks towards you and bends down to be eye level. "Listen kid you've got 3 broken ribs we need fo fix them" "that sounds like a you problem" you say defiantly your voice laced with sarcasm. "What are you gonna do walk around with broken ribs?" "Exactly right sir" you chirp enthusiastically. He rolls his eyes "what's the matter hun? You trust Banner right?" "Yes" "you trust me?" "Usually" "then do you trust us to do this surgery?". "Depends.....how many drinks have you had today?" "Oh my god" he runs his hand through his hair.

You laugh but soon begin to cough and wheeze from the pain. Everyone exchanges worried glances. "Ok that's enough Nat, cap" he looks at them giving silent instructions. "Bruce get ready" Nat's grip tightens on your head and Steve holds down your left arm while Tony gets your right. "What the?!??" You shout in shock struggling against them. "I'm sorry солнышка" Nat apologizes but you don't listen. Bruce comes towards you with the mask.

"No I don't want it" you cry trying to move your head but Nat won't let you. "It's for your own good kid" Tony says with a death grip on your arm. "Just relax y/n" Bruce says gently before placing the mask over your nose and mouth, and holding it there. You continue to cry and struggle wanting to get it off. "Ok deep breathes" you begin hyperventilating breathing in the gas "that's it" Bruce says. "half the "surgeons" on this operation aren't even doctors!!!" You yell fighting the anesthesia. Tony frowns at you jokingly.

"I'm sorry y/n we can't risk anyone finding out about your powers" Steve apologizes seemingly effortlessly holding you down. You begin to relax and your limbs become limp, signaling to the others they can let you go. Bruce slips the strap behind your head to hold the mask in place. "You- you- " you stammer unable to finish before losing consciousness and giving into the anesthesia.