Avengers Imagines

You get injured - Chapter 17

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Loki

You were simply reading a book about the wonderful life of William Shakespeare when your finger slipped on a page and you heard a small, sscchh

Oh this is bad you thought very bad. Next came the inevitable pain that all book lovers knew and caused you to whimper and clutch your injured finger to your chest.

"Princess? What happened?" Loki's voice came from the door and you held out your finger. A tiny paper cut on the tip.

"I got a paper cut!" You cried out and Loki chuckled, coming closer to you. He simply touched your finger and the pain was gone. And surprise surprise so was the wound.

"Thank you."

"Your welcome."

Bucky

So yes. You punched your boyfriends arm in a fight over ice-cream, yes it's possibly broken.

While Bucky was driving to the hospital you kept a stony face even thought your wrist was hurting enough to make you cry. But you didn't want to make him feel guilty because you could already see in his expression he was beating himself up about it.

"I told you, I'm always hurting people." he sounded like a kicked puppy and a small sigh escaped your throat as you reached over with your non injured hand and clutched his metal one.

"Technically I punched you. So all of this is on me." You argued and a short unamused laugh escaped his throat.

"If I was a normal boyfriend you wouldn't even be injured. But no I have a metal arm that can kill you!" He shouted and you brought his metal arm to your lips. You knew he actually lifted it because you couldn't lift the damn thing.

"I don't want normal. I want you. Every single part and flaw. James Buchanan Barnes, I love you."

The expression in his eyes changed to love and care within a few moments and he gently squeezed your hand.

"I love you too, (y/n)."

Steve

"Let's go, Steve. One more." You panted and got into a fighting stance again. Steve just laughed from the other side of the room and threw a water bottle at you. Pouting you took a small sip because you didn't want to give yourself a stitch so you just walked over to the training mats instead and began to practice your hand to hand with the air around you. You put your foot back and it slipped against the water on the floor, most likely from the water bottle you had. Your ankle twisted under you and a gasp escaped your throat. A sickening crack was heard around the room and tears immediately sprung to your eyes and a small shriek escaped your throat.

Your ankle was killing you. A small sharp pain was shooting up your ankle and you swore you felt it digging through your skin.

"(Y/n)!"

You begged yourself not to cry, as crazy as that sounded but the tears still escaped over the edge of your eyelids and Steve let out a small gasp. He slipped one hand under your knees and the other under your lower back, he lifted you and the jolt caused yourself to whimper slowly.

Every step Steve took felt like a giant pain was stabbing into your ankle. As you glanced down you noticed how bruised and swollen your ankle was becoming.

"What's your pain like, honey?" Steve asked and a small whimper was your answer. You were in some serious pain.

"I'm sorry, baby."