Tony Stark:
The sound of the gunshot echoes in your ears, a sharp, piercing crack that seems to stretch out for eternity as your body moves before your mind can register what's happening. "No!" Tony shouts, his voice strangled with disbelief as he watches you step in front of him, the bullet meant for him tearing into your side. You stagger, the pain white-hot, spreading through your torso as you fall to your knees, clutching at the wound. Tony is beside you in an instant, his hands trembling as they press against the blood that spills out, panic flashing in his eyes like you've never seen before. "Why the hell did you do that?!" His voice cracks, fear lacing every word as he struggles to maintain his usual confident facade. You try to speak, but the pain grips you, your breath coming in short gasps. "I couldn't...let you..." you manage, your hand weakly grasping his. Tony's face crumples, his forehead pressing against yours as he murmurs, "I'm supposed to protect you, damn it... not the other way around." His voice is shaky, but there's an intensity there, a desperation as he frantically calls for help, his arc reactor glowing bright, almost matching the wild fear in his eyes as he refuses to let you slip away.
Bruce Banner:
You barely have time to think before the shot rings out, instinctively throwing yourself in front of Bruce, knowing that while he could Hulk out and avoid the pain, you couldn't bear to see him hurt. The bullet strikes you, and the world around you seems to slow as the sharp, agonizing pain courses through your body. "No! What did you just do?!" Bruce's voice breaks, the fear in his eyes immediate and raw. His hands shake as they reach for you, hovering uncertainly, afraid to touch you, to make things worse. "I-I'm fine," you gasp, though the blood staining your shirt says otherwise. "You know you can't—" Bruce's voice is frantic, torn between letting the anger consume him and keeping the other guy inside to avoid causing more damage. He kneels beside you, face pale, his breathing ragged as he tries to keep calm. "Don't move, don't speak. You're going to be okay. I'll fix this," he whispers more to himself than to you, his hands trembling over the wound as he fumbles to stop the bleeding. "Bruce... calm down," you groan, reaching out to touch his cheek, your hand slick with blood. He leans into your touch, his eyes squeezed shut, battling his inner monster. "I can't lose you," he whispers, the raw vulnerability in his voice betraying the fear he can't hide.
Thor Odinson:
The bullet seems to move in slow motion as you throw yourself in front of Thor, feeling the impact tear through your body like fire. You collapse in front of him, your knees hitting the ground hard as Thor bellows your name, his voice filled with anguish. "Why would you do such a foolish thing?!" His strong arms immediately lift you into his embrace, his grip gentle yet desperate. Blood seeps through your clothes, but you manage a weak smile, looking up at him through the haze of pain. "Couldn't let the god of thunder go down to something so... mundane," you joke weakly, the effort of speaking making you wince. Thor's eyes are wide with panic, and he shakes his head fiercely. "By Odin's beard, do not jest! You are hurt!" His deep voice trembles with a vulnerability you rarely hear from him. He presses his hand to your wound, his usual confidence faltering as he stares at the blood coating his fingers. "You will be fine, my love. I will take you to the healers immediately," he declares, lifting you effortlessly as though you weigh nothing, his eyes filled with a fierce determination, refusing to acknowledge the possibility of losing you.
Loki Laufeyson:
As soon as the gun goes off, you throw yourself in front of Loki without thinking, the bullet tearing into your side with a sickening thud. You gasp, stumbling, and the look of shock on Loki's face is something you've never seen before, not even in all the battles you've fought together. "What in the Nine Realms are you doing?" His voice is low, incredulous, as he catches you before you hit the ground, his arms tightening around you. Pain shoots through your body, but you manage a smirk, looking up at him through the haze of agony. "Saving your arrogant ass," you mutter, blood spilling from your lips as Loki's eyes darken, anger flashing across his face. "Foolish mortal," he hisses, though there's a tremor in his voice as he brushes a strand of hair from your face. "I do not require saving, least of all from you." But despite his words, you can see the fear in his eyes, the vulnerability he never lets anyone else see. His magic flares around you, trying to heal the wound, his jaw clenched tight. "Stay with me," he murmurs, more a command than a plea, but there's desperation in his tone. "I cannot lose you to something as insignificant as this."
