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I hate seeing you hurt - Steve Rogers and Y/N Stark

"Steve, you are driving me crazy." I whine. "Stop hovering. I'm fine." 

"You aren't fine until Bruce says you're fine." Steve says with his arms crossed. He is standing so close to the bed I think he might be glued to it. 

I look at Bruce. Bruce shrugs. "You did lose a spleen." I exhale. 

Steve and I were driving home from dinner three nights ago. We had been recognized at the restaurant. As part of the Avenger clan, it was not unusual to get recognized. 

Albeit, it was annoying when we just wanted to celebrate our anniversary. 

We were almost home when a paparazzi car got too close and caused Steve to swerve off the road and crash us into a tree. 

His face had some cuts and bruises, and his left leg had a hairline fracture, which he refused to use a crutch for. But overall he had healed quickly. 

I however, had some internal bleeding and broken ribs and had to have surgery to remove my spleen. Steve had been an anxious mess despite me trying to calm him down since I had woken up from surgery. 

I didn't remember much from the actual crash. It was fairly blurry. I felt like there was something Steve wasn't telling me but we'd barely had a minute alone together with all the doctors and of course the team coming in at all hours of the day. 

Now that I was discharged and staying at Avengers Tower in MedBay, I was hopeful everyone would relax a bit. 

"Despite being without a spleen, I think I'm fine. So Steve, please go rest. I know you haven't slept good on the hospital couch." 

I tried to reach out to give his hand a squeeze, but Steve quickly pulls away. He rolls his shoulders back and crossed his arms. "I'm staying."

Before I could argue, my dad walks into the room with a goofy smile on face. Tony Stark might have been a cold-hearted billionaire to the rest of the world, but to me he was the best dad who could always cheer me up. 

"Hi baby."  My dad had been second to Steve with the hovering. He was always close by, but convincing him to go home and rest and shower was easy when he hated the germy hospital. 

"I have the pain med prescription for you." He held the bottle and shook it. 

I shook my head. "Dad, I told you I don't want to take that. It makes you loopy and I just...I don't feel comfortable taking something that strong." 

"Y/N..." Steve says with a sigh as he reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose. I hated disappointing him, but my opinion mattered here. 

"Bruce can give me Tylenol and Acetaminophen for the pain for now, and we'll keep that as a backup." I said. 

All 3 men looked unsure. "It's my body, I'm the only one who can tell you how much pain I'm in." 

"You're right, baby. But you need to be honest with us if you start to feel worse." My dad says as he kisses my forehead. He and Steve look at each other and a whole conversation happens in their eyes, then dad walks out of the room. 

"Get some rest. Tell Friday if you need us. We'll be in the lab." Bruce said with a gentle touch to my shoulder. 

That just left me and Steve. There's a quiet lull in the room.

"Are we going to talk about it now?" I ask quietly. 

Steve grunts and turns away from me. 

"I could talk and you could listen." I suggest lightly. 

"Don't Y/N." Steve says aggressively.

"What?" I question, feeling irritated that he's so mad. 

"You're gonna say it isn't my fault and you don't blame me, and I'm not ready to hear that right now." Steve says.