Avengers Parent Preferences/Imagines

They're Sick/Injured

They're Sick

A/N: I am back again with an updateee... Tbh I always wanted to post this, but it took me a while to figure out how all of them would fall ill/get injured, so some of these will be by my friend Casizza (on wattpad) so thank her as well. Requests are welcome :) Plus sorry for the pic, i couldn't find a more appropriate one.

Bruce Banner:

You felt that it was odd when your dad wasn't at the lab at this time. Slightly panicked, you ran upstairs to your father's room.

"Dad." You slowly entered his room, seeing as it was unlocked. Your eyes widened as you saw Bruce, almost as white as a sheet and whimpering ever so slightly.

"Dad, are you alright?" He sat up, before groaning and rubbing his head. You sat beside him and felt his forehead.

"Wow dad you're burning up... You could've called me!"

"I, I'll be fine (Y/N)... But, could you please pass those pills?" You nodded, knowing that your dad knew what he was doing. You ended up doing all the tasks he asked, with him being a doctor and all, and then ended up singing him to sleep.

Tony Stark:

You were in the lab with your dad. You sat on one of the old couches, while he tinkered with a suit. It was 2 AM but you refused to leave your dad alone due to the possibilities of him making something dangerous, take Ultron for example. You were dozing off when you heard him start coughing. You rushed to him, giving him a glass of water while rubbing his back.

"You okay, dad?" You asked. He nodded. "I'm fine honeybunch." He said once he stopped coughing, waving you off. You turned around, heading toward the door when you heard him sneeze followed by a series of coughs. You headed back towards him and felt his forehead which was burning hot. "God you're really sick dad, go rest!" You said, taking the screwdriver from his hands.

"Honey, I'm fine.. give me the - ACHOO." He sneezes. "Dad, you're obviously not fine. Let's get you to bed." You grabbed his hand but he managed to wriggle out of your grip. You sighed, going out of the lab, and you swore you heard him sigh in relief. Then, you put on the suit you've been hiding from him and zoomed inside, picking him by the shirt before bringing him to his room, dropping him gently before lifting your faceplate,

"Dad, rest." You say tiredly. He sighed and nodded. You got the pills you had quickly prepared earlier together with a glass of water. He took it before saying,

"Thanks honey." You smile in reply. "Now let's talk about the suit you're wearing." He said before sneezing again. You smirked.

"Goodnight Dad."

Steve Rogers:

It was school break, so it was one of the few times Steve has allowed you to stay home alone. Which is why you were shocked when the doorbell suddenly rang.

You rushed to it, holding a worn out piece of wood just in case. You opened the door and saw none other than your dad, leaning heavily against the wall.

"Hey, (Y/N), how you been?" He asked weakly. You instantly pulled him inside, making him wince.

"Dad, what's wrong?" You asked as you lead him up the stairs. He was leaning on you most of the time.

"'M sick and I." He stopped and coughed. "Got sent home from work."

"But doesn't the serum fix that?" You asked as you tucked him in bed. He shrugged. "Apparently not."

"Okay then, time to take care of you." You smiled. He was about to protest when you put a finger on his lips. "Shush , Mr. Rogers, and rest."

Natasha Romanoff: