Stephen Strange(one shots)

Hate that I love you

I was so drained as I entered the tower. I had just returned from a mission with Loki and Clint. You could imagine how draining it was having to try and work together with two men who despised each other and always got on each others nerves.

Loki bid me farewell with a hug before going to his room. Clint on the other hand had returned to his home with Laura. I sighed and entered my own room. I noticed my room was an utter mess from when I had left in a hurry.

I opened my closet and pulled out a hoodie and a pair of sweats. Not wanting to show all the jagged scars on my body.

I entered my wash room and peeled my suit of my body. Whimpering lowly every time I had to rip the clothing off of an excoriation. It was bleeding slightly but nothing that wouldn't heal quickly. I noticed a huge amount of blood starting to roll down my stomach. I looked into the mirror to get a better look only to notice the bullet wound in my side.

How had I not noticed before now? I digged my fingers inside and tried to grab onto the bullet. I clenched my jaw hard, as to not let out a sound. I heard the door to my bedroom open up. "Y/n?" Stephens voice called.

"Fuck." I breathed out low enough to make sure he couldn't hear. "Give me a second." I told him before I finally grabbed onto the bullet and pulled it out with a groan. I fell forward and clamped onto the counter to my sink. The bullet laying beneath my right palm. "Are you alright?" I heard him ask as he walked closer to my bathroom. I quickly grabbed a towel and threw it onto the floor, covering the blood, before jumping into the shower and washing the blood of my body.

I poked my head out of the shower and saw Stephen had grabbed onto the bullet i had recklessly laid on the counter by the sink. My heart dropped as I knew I had fucked up. He put the bullet down before turning and walking off. I furrowed my brows before calling out to Stephen.

"Where are you going?" I asked him.

"I'll be back in a second."

I shrugged it off and continued to shower. I finished and dried myself off, before quickly grabbing the toilet paper and pressing it onto my bullet wound, trying to stop the bleeding while I looked for my first aid kit. I quickly found it and wrapped it up with bandages.

I put on my clothes and cleaned up the blood I had spilled everywhere.

I stumbled my way out into my bedroom and sat down on the edge of my bed. Letting my head fall down into my hands as my vision turned black. Maybe I had lost more blood than I thought. I heard my door open once again, but paid no mind to it.

I felt the bed bend down beside me and a hand placed itself on my shoulder, but I pushed it away. The hand then pushed me backwards onto the bed. I let out a whimper as the skin around my wound stretched. I closed my eyes tightly and held my hands onto the area of the wound. I opened my eyes and saw that the owner of the hand was Stephen. "Let me help you, Y/n." He demanded me.

I pushed him away and sat up in the middle of my bed. "Don't touch me." I told him as I turned my back to him. I heard him let out a sigh before i felt the bed move again. I kept my eyes down in my lap as I tried to control my breathing. "I need you to tell me something, y/n." Stephen whispered out as I noticed he had moved to stand in front of me this time.

I looked up into his eyes, waiting for him to continue. "What happened between you and Loki?" He asked me all of a sudden. I furrowed my eyebrows before realizing. He had seen the footage of me falling asleep with my head in Lokis lap, from the plain ride home. "Why would you care?" I questioned him.

"Just answer my question."

"No, you answer mine. Why would you care, Stephen?"

He swallowed thickly and uncrossed his arms before taking a step away from the bed. I crawled off of my bed and stood up right in front of him. "You won't love me, but you won't allow me to love anyone else, why? Why is that Stephen?!" I spoke as I moved closer to him, clearly intimidating him, even though he was a few inches taller than me.

I saw the muscles in his jaw moving, before he answered. "He only wants to use you." Was all he answered. I furrowed my brows and shook my head. "Fuck you, Strange." I said as I moved past him and walked over to my desk, leaning over the surface to help keep me grounded as I laid my hands on the dark wood. "Y/n..." he tried to speak but I quickly turned around and glared up at him as i noticed how blurry my vision had become.

"I hate you." I spoke out lowly through clenched teeth. "Y/..." I cut him off again as I yelled; "I HATE YOU!" I screamed with tears streaming down my face. "No you don't." Stephen answered with a sigh as he rubbed his forehead with his left hand. "...no, but I hate that I love you." I said softly before turning to leave.

Stephen quickly grabbed my hand and dragged me closer to him. I glared up into his eyes, only to see him looking down at my body. I furrowed my brows before looking down to where he was looking. I noticed how blood was seeping through my grey hoodie.

"Will you please let me help you?" He begged softly as he looked up into my eyes. I dried away my tears before nodding. Caving into his soft voice.

He sat me down on my desk chair before carefully removing my hoodie. "I'm sorry." I apologized softly as he took of the bandage i had clumsily wrapped around my waist.

Stephen kept quiet as he made a first aid kit appear in his hand. "I do love you." He breathed out softly as he kept his eyes strained on my wound.

I looked down at him with realization engraved on my features. "But you were scared of what the team would think..." I whispered out his thoughts. I noticed his Addams apple move as he swallowed thickly before he nodded. "I was scared of all the backlash... I mean, it's quite frowned upon for someone my age to..." he tried to explain as he finished sewing up my wound. I hadn't even noticed he had sown it. "To love someone in their twenties..." I finished his sentence once more as he kept quiet.

He grabbed a fresh bandage as he nodded before wrapping it around my waist. "They don't have to know..." I breathed out as I studied his hands move around my waist. He finished wrapping up my waist and placed his hands delicately on my skin.

He looked up into my eyes as he was on his knees in front of me. "I wished that was how it worked, Y/n." He spoke softly as he moved his hand up and brushed my hair out of my face. "It could be?" I answered as my heart beat quickened. My face heating up as I felt his soft touch.

He chuckled softly before standing up in front of me. My eyes stayed on his as I strained my neck to look up at him. He grabbed my hand and dragged me up to stand before wrapping me in a careful hug. I froze before letting his embrace soften my muscles as I leaned into his chest. "I admire your determination, sweetheart." He whispered out against my hair, practically making my knees go weak at the pet name falling from his Cupid bow lips.

"Is that a yes?" I breathed out as I moved my head from his chest to look up into his eyes. Feeling the need to see his reaction. He smiled softly before cupping my cheek. I leaned into his touch as my eyes flickered down to his lips. "If you're willing to give an old man a chance?" He spoke in a low voice.

- omg... I posted something 😦 I know, shocker. Anywayyyy, I'm craving the angst from the forbidden love trope, BUT I CANNOT FIND ANY GOOD FICS WITH IT!!

well, love y'a
~Nuna<3