Avengers Preferences and Imagines (COMPLETED)

You Get Hurt part 2

Steve:

You slowly opened your eyes, instantly closing them again, seeing a bright light.

You groaned and you heard, "Y/N?" It was Steve.

"Steve?" Your voice sounded terrible. You opened your eyes again and saw Steve sitting next to you.

He brought over a glass of water and held it in front of you. You took a drink and sighed.

"What happened?" You ask.

"You were beat up pretty badly. Your face took the brunt of it all, though. They kicked your ribs, and that cracked a couple of them. God, I was so worried about you."

"I'm fine." You say, putting your hand up to his cheek. You sit forward, but instantly regret it and lean back with a groan.

"Hey, take it easy." Steve said compassionately, reaching out and taking your other hand.

"When can I go home?" You ask.

"The doctor said he wants to keep you overnight, then you can go home." Steve explained.

"Jolly." You mumble.

" You need to rest. I'll get the doctor in here later."

You nod sleepily and close your eyes. You were soon in a deep sleep.

Thor:

Thor had flown you to the hospital and they immediately took you in. They took x-rays and told you that your ankle was indeed broken. They put a cast on your ankle and handed you a pair of crutches after you begged not to make you have to be in a wheelchair for a couple weeks before you could be on crutches. You told Thor to watch you practice on the crutches to show him what happens when humans break bones, since he's never had a broken bone. And after tipping over a couple times and tripping over the crutches, you finally got the hang of the crutches and they let you go home.

"Ready, Y/N?" Thor asked.

You positioned the crutches to where you wouldn't loose your grip while he was flying back to your house. "Ready." You hung on for dear life as he took off.

Tony:

Tony's POV

I rushed Y/N to the hospital and when they took her in, I tried to follow, but they wouldn't let me. I paced the floor waiting for someone to come out tell me how she was doing. Well, I know how she's doing. Terrible. I can't believe I shot her with my suit. I didn't see her, but she didn't see me testing my suit in my lab. She was so concentrated on entering the combination, and I was so concentrated on getting my suit to work, we didn't see each other.

"Here for Y/N Y/L/N." Came a voice.

I turned my head to see a doctor and walked over to him. "How's she doing?" I asked.

"It's a miracle she's even alive. How did this happen?" The doctor asked.

"It's a long story." I said, rubbing the back of my neck.

The doctor nodded and continued. "Anyway, she lost a lot of blood so we are giving her some. But the bad news is that she's in a coma. I'm sorry."

That hit me like a rock and I stumbled a bit. "Will she ever wake up?" I asked. What a dumb question, I know she'll wake up.

"It's hard to say at this point. It's to early. But as it goes on, we'll see if there is progress. You're Tony Stark, aren't you?"

"Yeah, yeah I am."

"Ok. We'll be contacting you if anything changes."

"Thank you. Can I see her?" I asked.

"Only for a couple minutes. I'll take you back there."

I nodded numbly and followed the doctor back to a room. He opened the door and let me go in, closing the door. Oh God, she looked so small on the bed. I pulled up a chair next to her bed and laid my head next to her hand.

"Please, Y/N. Come back to me."

Loki:

You slammed the door shut and locked Loki out. You look in the mirror. A bruise was starting to appear.

'He didn't hit that hard.' You thought, touching the spot lightly.

"Y/N! Let me in!" You heard Loki from outside the door. "Please! I'm sorry!"

Tears startes forming in your eyes as you sat down on the bed and pulled your legs up onto it. You buried your face in your hands and cried out loud. You never thought Loki would do this too you. Maybe he really wasn't, but you felt betrayed and you just needed some time alone. Loki had given up trying to get in the room, and you were glad. You were going to go out when you were ready.

Clint:

As you were holding the cloth to your bleeding cut on your arm, you had your eyes closed and your head laid back against the seat. You felt a hand on your arm. You opened your eyes to see Clint looking at you, his eyes showing compassion.

"Is it still bleeding?" He asked

You lifted the cloth to reveal the cut. It wasn't to bad. "Not really. But it hurts."

"I know. I'm going as fast as I can."

*TIME SKIP*

You were sitting on the table with the doctor at your side, stitching up the cut on your arm. You winced a couple of times, but Clint was there and put a hand on your leg to distract you. After the doctor was done, he wrapped it with a bandage and told you everything you couldn't do. Clint was listening extra hard, so you could kinda tune the doctor out. You were lost in your thoughts when you felt a tug on your good arm.

"Let's go Y/N." Clint said, helping you off of the table. You followed. "Now, did you hear everything the doctor told you?" He Walt's

"No." You said plainly.

"What are we going to do with you?"

Bruce:

Bruce's POV

As I sat on the ground, a pair of pants landed at my feet. I looked up to see and old guy with a broom. I asked if I hurt anybody, and he said no. Then he asked if I was an alien from outer space. What a stupid question. Then when my thoughts wandered to Y/N, I instantly started to panic. I had no way to get to her from here and I had no idea how she was doing. I remember side swiping her into a wall, but then me and Thor fought, and then I jumped onto a plane and went down with it. Oh God, I'm so worried about her.

Bucky:

You slowly opened your eyes and heard a constant beeping that quickly got irritating and you opened your eyes the rest of the way and looked around, seeing white walls and smelling the cleanliness of the hospital. Everything that happened the night before came flooding back to you and you turned your head slowly and looked for Bucky, but only saw Steve.

"St...." you tried to talk, but you only started coughing.

His head lifted up quickly. "Take it easy (Y/N), don't talk to much. Water?" he asked you, in which you nodded quickly.

He handed you a glass and you drank it greedily and finished it quickly.

"B-Buck?" you asked, looking for him, then looked to Steve for an answer.

"He's back at the Tower. He didn't want to come. I'm sorry."  he said.

You sighed, having a feeling that he was going to blame himself for it. You wanted Bucky and you wanted him with you now.