𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔

shark week

“ow.”

you walk through the avengers common room where nat, bucky and sam enjoy their day off on the couch watching mean girls. you remain otherwise quiet other than your small exclamations of pain, struggling to walk straight as the huge blanket around your shoulders impairs your movement. the three share a concerned glance as you walk into the kitchen, cursing when you don't find what you want, and walking back out.

steve pops his head out from the kitchen, seemingly in the middle of cooking, shooting a questioning look at the three, who all simultaneously shrug their shoulders in confusion. except nat, of course, she knew everything.

~*^*~

“ow.”

you walk into the training room with an angry look on your face, quickly scaring off thor who walked toward you with a bright smile on his face to see if you wanted to spar with him. you felt bad for scaring him, but today was not the day, nor was it the week for that matter. you go search the medicine cabinet for pain meds, cursing again when you didn't find any. you walk out after seeing thor, who looked like a kicked puppy retreat and resume his normal workout.

thor, clueless as ever, looked over at loki, who watched the interaction with interest. lounged on a side bench holding a book, he muttered something about thor being an oaf before returning to his reading.

~*^*~

“ow.”

your mood only seems to worsen as you walk into the medbay to find pain medicine and a heating pad, only to see tony and bruce locked in an intense argument about something that had happened on the last mission.

not wanting the confrontation, you opted instead to just suffer in silence and see if you could bear the pain. you make your way back to your room, passing by wanda and vision in the corridor. she shoots you a sympathetic look, seeming to sense what exactly was wrong with you.

upon finally reaching your room, you curl up in your bed and groan in pain.

~*^*~

today couldn't have gone worse.

mother nature caught you by surprise this morning, only letting it be known once again that you had not conceived a baby when you bled through your favorite pajamas along with a rolling ache in your lower back.

now having an explanation of why you cried seeing a picture of a puppy the night before, you tried to alleviate the pain you felt both emotionally and physically with ice cream.

but there was no more ice cream in the freezer.

who needs ice cream anyway?

you go to find some pain meds and a heating pad instead, planning to curl up in your room alone and watch a TV show.

yes, you could have interfered with tony and bruce's arguing to get what you needed. but you determined it wasn’t worth the inevitable tears that would come from the confrontation.

you were an avenger for pete’s sake! you could handle a little bit of pain. but the hormones racking your brain did not help, and before long, you felt the sting of hot, angry tears in your eyes.

you felt unloved, angry, annoyed, and unseen because no one had noticed your pain.

even avengers got periods.

…

except the stupid men who would probably try to say that getting kicked in the balls hurt more than period cramps.

stupid, stupid men.

~*^*~

unknown to you, all of the avengers were now convened in the common room trying to figure out what was wrong with you.

“did she go on a bad date?”

“did she sleep wrong?”

“did she get hurt on the last mission?”

as concerns for what was ‘wrong’ with you grew, wanda and nat joined the conversation with laughs at the men’s stupidity.

“she’s on her period you dumbasses.”

“...”

a resounding “oooohh” goes through the room as they begin scheming ways to help you feel better.

~*^*~

you were angry enough when Jarvis called you down to the common room to talk to the rest of the team. all you wanted to do was curl up and die, why couldn't they just let you do that?

you were even more upset when they were all gathered around like parents who were about to give their child the talk.

steve, like the team mom he is, steps forward first and begins the conversation.

“so we heard it's your um, time of month, and we just wanted to know if there was anything you could do to help you feel better?”

with a twitch of your eyebrow, and annoyance at their audacity to even exist at the moment, you roll your eyes and take a seat on the couch in the space they left you.

“i’m fine.”

“are you sure lady? we only wish to help.” came from thor.

“i said I'm fine. it's just a stupid period, i'm not dying, jeez.” you grumble out in annoyance.

“we love youuu.” nat softly dragged out.

“no you dont.” You mutter out with a scoff.

“what'll it take to convince you?” came from steve.

“you can't.”

“really?” said bucky.

“…”

“ice cream, chocolate, and painkillers please.”