Marvel One-Shots

Stitches (Melinda May X Reader)

       Maybe you were pushing it when you had asked Melinda to spar with you but it would be good practice even if you got your ass kicked and you needed it. You had just been released from the hospital due to a prior mission and had nothing better to do than practice. So you had found May who also had nothing better to do, and got ready to train.

You probably could have asked someone else to help you but truth be told you had a little crush on the agent and it wasn’t hurting anyone, besides you but that was a problem for future you. The two of you stood at opposing sides of the sparring mat as May taped her knuckles. You took a sip of water before you stretched out and turned to her, “All ready to go?” The only response you got was a nod and her getting into position, and that was all you needed to start. 

You had gone through four matches before you finally broke, she had won each one but you didn’t go down without a fight. During your fifth match, she had placed a kick to your side and you immediately buckled over in pain. It had taken a minute for May to realize it wasn’t a winning tactic and that you were actually in pain.

May stood there for a second looming over you as you clutched your side in pain, and then she took off without a word. You knew May didn’t get attached or talk to people that much but you were baffled by the fact she would leave you in pain and on the ground. Still clutching your side you got up and made it to the locker room before you tripped and landed on the ground again.

Lifting your shirt you noticed that the stitches you had gained from your last mission were still mostly intact but there was a few ripped ones. Your doctor had told you to take it easy but you couldn’t stand the feeling of uselessness that washed over you. Slowly you got up from the floor and made your way to your locker. As you went to unlock your locker the door to the changing room slammed open and May came in with a medkit. 

“(Y/N)?” The concerned look on her face grew as she saw the blood spot slightly grow on your shirt.

“What are you doing, May?”

She placed the medkit down on a bench as she popped it open and rummaged around for something, “I’m going to help you.”

Sitting down next to May’s homemade hospital you lifted your shirt so that she could assess the damage. You had to admire the face she made when she was concentrating, the way her eyebrows knit together, and how you could see her mind running just by looking at her eyes.

“I don’t know why you didn’t rest properly before coming back. Did you want to almost bleed out?” May questioned you relentlessly as she removed the torn stitches and sewed the area back together.

“I didn’t think…” You weren’t able to finish your sentence as she dabbed on the wound with an alcohol wipe, “Jesus May.”

May continued to say nothing to you as she applied plaster to the wound and started to pack up the kit, you placed your hand on top of hers and she finally halted. “I didn’t think this would happen. I’m sorry.” 

May finally looked up at you, “I should be the one apologizing. I just thought I hurt you.”

You smiled at her as you fixed your shirt, “You could never hurt me. Are you free later?” May gave a confused look as she nodded her head.  The smile on your face somehow widened more at her answer, “Would you like to watch a movie with me then?”

The smile that appeared on her face was enough of an answer.