MARVEL comfort oneshots

Scars - Steve Rogers

Frank Sinatra's Brooklyn Bridge was playing on the record as I sat on the kitchen counter, snuggled into my favourite book while cookies baked in the oven.

It was snowing outside, and the weather couldn't be more perfect for a lazy day at the tower. The team would get back from the mission anytime now, Sam and I were already eagerly waiting.

He wasn't able to go because he had fractured his wrist in one of the other missions, and I was the team's doctor, so I stayed behind to take care of Sam. They took Vision with them instead. Which, in my opinion, is better anyways.

"Y/n?" Sam shouts.

"Yeah?" I ask, closing the book and hopping off the counter, walking over to see Sam trying to bandage his wrist with one hand, while some of the bandage was stuck between his teeth.

I put my hands on my waist.

"Can I ask what you're trying to do?" I chuckle, stepping towards him.

He gives me a helpless look.

"I just took it off for a shower but I can't put it back on." he tries to explain himself. I chuckle, grabbing the bandage and wrapping it correctly, Sam letting me do it all by myself.

I make sure it isn't too tight and pat Sam on the shoulder. "Come on, the cookies are almost done."

He laughs and we walk over to the kitchen, just in time for the oven to beep. I open the door, take out the tray and put it on the counter.

"Ah," I slap Sam's hand away when he tries to grab one, "wait for the others."

"Ow," Sam says, his ego clearly hurt.

I only chuckle to myself, when we both suddenly hear the tower's alarm go off.

"That's the Quinjet," I say, rushing to the elevator, Sam following me.

We go up to the landing pad and rush over to help the others.

Tony is talking to Pepper, Bruce and Nat are holding onto each other, helping each other walk.

"You two okay?" I ask, trying to see if they have any major bruises.

"Yeah, just a few bumps here and there. We'll be fine, we're going to the med bay." Nat says, walking away with Bruce.

"Y/n?" I hear and look back to the Quinjet.

My heart stops when I see Bucky next to Steve. His face is totally bruised.

I gasp at the sight and walk towards them, asking the two if they're okay.

"I'm fine, but I'd take a look at Steve." Bucky says, walking away.

Steve looks back down at me and I let him see my worry.

"Come on, we gotta wash you up." I say, letting him put an arm around my shoulders and guide him to the elevator.

He grunts as he walks, clearly feeling pain.

"Do you think you need the med bay? Or can I take you directly to your room?" I ask, knowing that the med bay is gonna be really full tonight.

"My room is fine," Steve answers, walking slowly.

I nod and we get into the elevator. He leans against the wall and I hold onto his biceps.

"Are you sure you're okay?" I ask, getting worried.

"Yeah," he nods, giving me a small smile, "I'll be fine with you taking care of me."

I smile up at him and bring him to his room, where I sit him down against the edge of his bed, on the carpet floor.

"All right, wait here." I say, rushing out of his room to grab everything I need from mine. It's next to his, so I got lucky.

It's the only reason I let him choose to go to his room anyways.

I rush back to his room and he greets me with a smile. I sit down in front of him and grab tissues.

"I have to clean your face before we can mend anything. Do you have any deep wounds?"

"No."

"Okay. I need you to take off your shirt."

Steve chuckles.

"Is that so, doctor?"

"This is no time for jokes, Captain." I try to hide my smile.

I lift the hem of his shirt slowly, and he lifts his strong arms to let me pull the shirt over his head.

There are multiple scars on his chest, long, thin ones. I stay silent, letting my fingertips follow each of them on his skin. I frown, examining their length and width.

"Were you attacked with a knife?" I ask, finally looking up at Steve's face.

He stares into my eyes before answering.

"Uh, yeah. Multiple ones." Steve says.

I grab some tissues and start slowly cleaning his wounds. I start by his abs, gently passing the cloth over his wounds and disinfecting them right after.

Sometimes Steve hisses at the stinging pain, his abs tense up and muscles contract. I feel his breathing on me as I work my way up towards his collarbones, where there is a bigger rash.

I grab some cream and put some over the scars on his collarbones and then finally look at his face.

There's a wound right on his left cheekbone and his lip is busted. I grab a new tissue and clean his lips, all while his blue eyes follow each of my movement.

I put some chapstick on his lips and clean his wound on his cheekbone, sticking the wound back together with wound closure strips.

Steve's eyes follow me as I grab a damp cloth and clean off any other dirt of dry blood that had been forgotten.

Then, I put the cloth down and finally look up at Steve.

I hold up a pill and a glass of water for him.

"For the pain." I say.

Steve gives me a thankful smile and swallows the pill.

"Y/n." he says while I put my stuff back into the bag.

I look up at Steve, who is now staring at me in a calm manner. I smile and put a shirt over his head and help his arms in.

"What's up?" I ask, letting my hand slide into his.

He intertwines his fingers in mine and looks deep into my eyes.

"Thank you," he whispers, getting closer to me, "for everything."

I can't help but blush at his words and look up at him.

Steve closes his eyes when I place my hand on his cheek, caressing him softly.

"When I saw you step out of the Quinjet, I thought I was gonna lose you." I whisper.

"Even if that thought lasted for a split second, it still affected me more than I thought it would." I say, placing my forehead against his.

Steve sighs and closes his eyes.

"The day you got here, the day you were hurt and Buck and I found you, I was scared. For the first time in years." Steve whispers.

I chuckle, looking up at him.

"Don't ever leave me." I whisper, holding onto his neck.

"Never." he whispers back, leaning down to kiss me softly.

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heyyy everyoneee

hope you like this one, i love the basic plot.

you see it so much in movies.

anyways, hope you're all well!

x

Brooke