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Y/n's POV

I woke to the feeling of the quinjet landing. Although I felt dirty because of the blood I was surprisingly comfortable. I found out why when I opened my eyes.

I was resting on the shoulder of a fucking princess! How could no one tell me!

I immediately sat up straight and blushed slightly. I looked over at her and she looked slightly embarrassed as well. Is she embarrassed because of me? Wait is that a bad thing or...?

She looked at me and must have seen me blushing because her eyes widened. Wait-

"Blushing at the princess huh?" Loki whispered to me.

"You d-" they cut me off.

"Come on let's get you inside before everyone else freaks again," they said as they gently took my arm and helped me out of the seat. Bruce and Clint rushed over to us.

I looked back at Shuri just before I was literally dragged to the medical room.

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"You're positive you aren't in any pain?" Bruce mothered over me. It had been 10 minutes since we got here and he had managed to repeat that particular question around 80 times.

"Yes, I told you that my healing works on any life-threatening injuries and it has been long enough that the pain is gone too," I repeat again.

Bruce was still attending the smaller non life-threatening cuts when I glanced over at Clint.

He was sat on the floor in the corner of the room, deep in thought. He looked like he was debating something life changing. I wonder-

"Y/n?" I was snapped out of my thoughts. "Do you want to get more sleep? All your cuts have been taken care of."

Suddenly I felt tired enough to collapse, the past few days catching up to me. I nodded my head. He gently pushed me back so that my head was resting against the pillow behind me. Almost instantly I fell asleep.

Bruce's POV

I watched as y/n closed her eyes. I gave her something small to help her sleep because I know she probably won't get a good sleep for a while.

Old nightmares and new nightmares are going to plague her judging by the way she acted on the jet and even in the past ten minutes I could tell she was slightly distracted.

I turned to Clint who stood up and wrapped his arms around my waist like a small child, so I wrapped my arms around him, he was close to tears I could tell. And to be honest so was I.

"How bad?" Clint spoke into my chest.

"Well the injuries were healed but it was like time was moving extremely fast for her body. Compared to some of the others here, who just heal and it was like nothing was there, on y/n..." I trailed off.

I could feel him inhale sharply.

"It looked like she got those injuries months ago. You can see every scar," I tear trailed down my face. "Sh-she had words carved onto her."

At this point nothing could stop us from crying. Not even time could stop us.

Well eventually we stopped but that was after an eternity.

"Did you consider my idea?" He asked.

"We just need to find a way to ask her," I said gently. I felt him smile.

"We should ask before anyone else can. I'm sure everyone would be more than willing," he looked up at me. Mischief in his eyes.

"I'm surprised you didn't pick the good of mischief," I wiped a tear from his cheek. "Imagine the state of the tower if you did."

"I needed balance," he chuckled. "And besides im sure Tony would have made a robot that would constantly walk in between us so we could plan the destruction of the tower."

"Like the one he built for Peter? That stops him from touching any knifes?"

"That's the one"

We smile and then both glance at the sleeping teenager. We are going to have our hands full.

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A/n: so gonna be doing a lot of fluff until the parent go to court so I wanna know who you want to see interacting, I might put it in. Um also want to say that Clint and Bruce are in an asexual relationship because I feel that goes really well with them. So for now,  Slán :)))