Marvel Universe Imagines and One Shots Book Two

I'm fine - Part 1 - ? x Reader

Another mystery man imagine. Though I do suspect that it's not that much of a mystery at all. And I am going to reveal the man in the next chapter. So, I hope that you enjoy this introductory part. I know that this is a little sadder than I normally like to make things. But I am sure that by the end of the story, I will have reverted to type. Because lets face it, there is just too much heartache in the world already. And I am a shocking old romantic that loves a little bit of love. 🥰

(Y/n) sat in the back of the chopper. A gauze held tightly to the deep wound on her head. The wound still oozing crimson no matter much pressure she applied. Her clothes and skin covered in a mixture of fresh and dry blood. Since the S.H.I.E.L.D agents had picked her up, she hadn't said a word. Not that they blamed her. She had been through some shit. She had been injured pretty badly, and nearly killed. Yet she still hadn't allowed the agents to help. Merely snatching the stack of gauze from one of the agent's hands. Indicating for them to just get her the hell out of there.

But this had become quite commonplace now. The Avenger agreeing to every dangerous mission that came along, despite how many times the director, Tony and Steve had tried to talk her out of it. (Y/n) always replying that someone needed to do the damn job, so why not just let it be her. That others had so much more to lose than she did, so they should just get out of her way.

In the last few months, she had been returned to the compound with more or less every injury imaginable. Ranging from simple cuts and bruises to broken arms, punctured lungs, internal bleeding and bullet wounds. A hushed rumour going around, that the Avenger had developed some kind of death wish. But no matter who had tried to talk to her, her answer had always been the same. "I'm fine."

"We will be at the compound in five minutes, Ma'am. Doctor Banner has been informed of your injuries. He will be waiting for you." The woman from the cockpit informed her. (Y/n) simply nodding, as she pushed the blooded gauze into a bag, and reached for a clean one. Grabbing the bottle of aspirin from the medical bag and emptying half the bottle into her hand, before throwing them into her mouth.

(Y/n) knew that she should be a little more pleasant to the agents. They had after all got her out of dangerous situation. But she couldn't be pleasant. Every time she saw the chopper. The Quinjet. It just meant that she had to carry on. She had to take another dumb mission in the hopes that the next one would be the last. And that the next thing that she could expect was the worried looks from Bruce, as he did his best to fix her up. The dressing down from Steve and Tony about nearly getting herself killed again. (Y/n) knowing that she would just have to sit there and nod. Pretend to agree with everything the men said, so that she finally drag herself back to her rooms. So that she could lock the door and forget about the world until the next dangerous mission came up. So she could try and forget about him.

She knew that she shouldn't let him have this effect on her. That she should just move on. Not let his cruelty change who she was. Let it push her to her limit and beyond. To these extremes. Yet she had. He had taken her love and destroyed it. Broken her heart into a million tiny shards. And now, she was as embarrassed about the feeling that she had for him, as she was at the fact that she had allowed him to do this to her. Not wanting to others to judge her for being so stupid. For being so weak. For being so blind and naïve, to his obvious failings. (Y/n) finding that she could not open up to her friends, no matter how much she wanted to. No matter how much she knew that it would help.

Suddenly (Y/n) felt the thud, as the wheels of the chopper touched down on the helipad. The Avenger slowly getting up from her seat. Steadying for a moment, as a feeling of intense nausea took over her. As her head began to spin.

"Ma'am. Are you ok?" The agent asked. Offering (Y/n) his hand to help her down from the helicopter. (Y/n) taking a deep breath before jumping down onto the solid surface. Nodding at the agents, before making her way over to where she saw Bruce was waiting.

"Jesus, (Y/n). What happened to you this time?" Bruce asked, as he lifted the gauze from her head. His eyes growing wide, as he saw the depths and length of the wound.

"It's just a scratch, Bruce. A couple of stitches, and I will be as good as new." (Y/n) replied, moments before she fell into the doctor's arms. Bruce picking her up and rushing her to the medical bay.

"Scratch my butt. You're gonna need blood. And lots of it. You're lucky to be alive, never mind conscious. I'm not going to let you go on any more missions until you have completely recovered. You need some time out. A break from trying to get yourself killed." Bruce retorted, as he pushed through the doors, and placed her down on the gurney. (Y/n) simply nodding in reply, knowing that soon the usually preoccupied doctor would forget all about this discussion, and she would be back out there.

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Tony and Steve made their way to the medical bay. Bruce had got F.R.I.D.A.Y to tell both men that (Y/n) was now home. That once again her condition was not good. And that this time, he wasn't going to let her sweet talk her way out of him confining her to the compound. That whatever, or whoever had turned the usually happy, bubbly and careful (Y/n), into this cold, sullen and reckless woman, had to be worked on, before he would allow her back out of the compound. Bruce knowing that (Y/n) might not listen to him. But that she would have no choice but to listen to Tony and Steve. That without their say so, she wouldn't be seeing anything but the inside of the base for a very long time.

"Has she said anything to you?" Steve asked, as he and Tony made their way down the corridor.

"Nope. Not a word. I've tried to talk to her. Nat's tried to talk to her. Hell, I think everyone has tried to talk to her. But every time anyone says anything, she just gives that same trite answer. "I fine." Tony replied. Doing his best to mimic (Y/n)'s voice.

"Yeah, I know. I've tried to tell her that if she's going through something, that she can talk to me. But I just get the same thing." Steve agreed, as he and Tony finally reached the door to the room. Their eyes growing wide as they heard (Y/n) shout at Bruce.

"OW! Do you think I could have Bruce doing these stitches, not the Hulk?" (Y/n) growled. Both Tony and Steve knowing that normally (Y/n) would never shout out Bruce. In pain or not. And until she actually spoke to someone about what was going on with her. Then she wouldn't be going on another mission.

"How about you apologise to Bruce?" Steve said, as he and the billionaire made their way into the room. (Y/n) looking up and seeing the fire in both men's eyes. Suddenly getting the worst feeling that this time Bruce might just get his wish. That this time Tony and Steve wouldn't be letting her out of their sight.