Tony:
"Tony, Im home! Where are y- What happened here...?" You scurried to Tony.
He was lying on the sofa in the living room with tissues everywhere and he was as pale as a ghost.
"Honey have you seen a doctor?" You put your hand on his forehead to feel his temperature.
"Im not sick baby girl... Im just having a flu."He took your hand and placed it over his heart. He sneezed a few times in a row.
"Tony, you're sick. Im calling the doctor and you're gonna have to rest ok?"
"But Im not sick!"He whined.
"Shush or no chicken soup or movies for you!" You hushed him and called the doctor.
Steve:
"Hey darling could you please get me some meds? My heads been killing me..." he whimpers.
You hand him his tablets and a glass of water.
"You should rest, you've been going out for missions nearly every week for the past month." You stroked his hair blonde back.
"But there are people who need my help, (y/n)" he frowned sadly.
"If you over exert yourself, you wont be able to help them well. I know you're the best soldier there is, and I know you have the biggest heart ever. But you have to consider your own health. And cap its an order, you have no choice!" You laugh.
"And order? From who?" He raised his eyebrows.
"From the agent you love the most." You gave him a peck on the lips.
Thor:
"He has a mild cold but other than that, hes doing great." The doctor gave you a thumbs up and packed his stuff.
Thor was sick and you had just called the doctor for a check up and some meds. Hes been like this for the past two days and was stubborn about seeing a doctor.
He finally agreed to it when he realised that everytime he sneezed, lightning cuts through the sky. At first he thought nothing of it, then he started sneezing two to four times in a row and it was horrible.
"Lady (Y/N), please remind me to never get a cold again." As he sneezed again.
Hawkeye:
"Oh my gosh, baby! Are you alright?!"You ran to him.
Clint was laid on the hospital bed with cuts and bruises around his face and his arm had been wrapped up.
"Im alright sweetie, just a few scratches." He smirked.
"Ow holy shit. What was that for?" He cried out as you slapped his chest.
"You got me worried." You frowned as he pulled you in for a kiss.
"Just remember that I love you." He whispered.
Bruce:
You were sitting in the living room watching your favourite show until you heard someone cry out in pain.
Bruce was in the kitchen, attempting to make dinner for both of you. It took alot of persuasion but he finally managed to get you to agree.
You ran into the kitchen to see Bruce washing his finger.
"Let me guess, knife got you?" You chuckled.
"Shut uppp. I tried to make today special." He pouted.
"Awww big guy, come here." You brought him to the toilet where you kept the first aid kit.
He winced a little when you were putting on the antiseptic cream but other than that he was good.
"And, there you go big guy. Feeling good?" You smirked as you finished patching him up.
"Nope, but i think a kiss would cover it Nurse (Y/N)." He smiled cheekily and pointed to his cheek.
You rolled your eyes and leaned in but when you were close enough he turned his head and your lips met. He just chuckled and cheered like a little schoolboy.
"Cheeky bastard." You muttered while smiling.
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Hey guys! Thats the first imagine so yeaaa do yall want me to add in Bucky imagines? And feel free to send me any suggestions or requests :D thanks for reading!
-Agent 19 ;)
