Y/N x Clint Barton x Steve Rogers x Tony Stark
Y/N's POV
Tonight for dinner, Clint is buying us chicken tenders. I love chicken tenders but the only problem was that most of the avengers like peanut butter in theirs? I don't know, it started back before I showed along but long story short I'm allergic to it so I have plain chicken tenders. Clint orders the food and then comes back after a while.
It's only myself Clint Tony and Steve in the tower today as the others were on a mission so we were able to order less than normal. I chat to Steve and Tony before Clint opens the door and sets the food on the counter. I go with Steve and Tony to set up the sitting room as we're not having dinner in the kitchen due to the fact that no one wants to wash dishes and we only sit there for family time.
I claim my spot on the couch and Clint come over to me with a bowl. I wait for everyone to sit down before we start. The TV is turned on and I take a bite out of my chicken.
"It gets better and better every time" Tony says with a chuckle.
I nod my head in agreement and pick up another piece. The room is silent and the only thing you can hear is the tv. After about 10 minutes I pick up my last piece and eat it. It doesn't feel like chicken, I shrug and bring my bowl up to the sink.
Just as I'm about to start washing the dishes, my throat started to tighten up and I feel the need to cough. I do so as I try free my throat but it just feels worse, I feel really hot too. The small coughing has now turned into a massive fit and it clicks to me what's happened.
I ate a peanut butter one.
I sit down on the ground. The men look over to me worriedly as they get distracted from the tv by my coughing.
"Kid you good?" Tony says as he starts to get up, the others following his actions.
"Allergic r-r-reaction" I manage to splutter out.
The look on their faces drop and panic immediately sets in.
Steve crouches beside me.
"Where's your pen y/n?" He asks as he scans my face.
"Pillow" I tell him.
Almost immediately the other two men rush out of the kitchen screaming, on other circumstances I would have laughed, but not in this case. Steve doesn't know what to do and honestly I'm not expecting him to do anything, you can't really do anything until you get the epipen.
Tony rushes balm into the room with Clint beside him. He's carrying the pen
"Okay, does anyone actually know how to do this?" Tony asks baffled.
"I do" Clint says.
He takes it off Tony and kneels down next to me, I'm wearing shorts at the moment as it's summer so it's easier for him to work with.
"Okay so you probably know what's coming but I promise you'll be fine it'll feel like a-
"Clint as much as I love you I could die any minute so I would appreciate if you saved my life right now please?"
"Oh ya of course" he says as he focuses back into reality.
He jabs the pen into my thigh and I sigh in relief as I know I'm not going to die now. We both wait for the click, signaling that the injections has gone in. I chill on the ground for a few minutes before I feel back in action.
"I did not know u were allergic to chicken y/n?" Steve says
"I'm not, I'm allergic to peanut butter" I tell him.
"Usually Nat sorts out my food so I don't die but since she's not here I almost died"
"At least you only ate one and not a whole bunch" Tony says as he hold out his hand for me to grab.
I accept it while muttering a "yes it was". Nat came home later and someone snitched and told her was happened. Let's just say the boys won't make that mistake again.
