Marvel Oneshots

You getting hurt (All)

Tony:

It had been an exhausting day of training, and Y/N had been doing her best to keep up with the rest of the Avengers. But when Tony set up a rogue robot in the danger room, things took a turn for the worse.

Y/N had been focused on the training simulation when the robot malfunctioned and went rogue. A miscalculation sent one of its arms swinging in her direction, and she didn't have time to react before the metal fist collided with her ribs.

"Ah!" Y/N gasped, stumbling backward, her vision momentarily blurring from the force of the hit. The robot continued its path, ignoring the order to stand down, but Clint quickly shot an arrow at it, disabling it enough to stop the attack.

"Y/N!" Tony's voice broke through the chaos as he ran to her, his eyes widening in alarm. "Hey, stay with me. You alright?"

She winced, trying to push through the pain. "I think... I think I'm fine. Just winded."

Tony knelt beside her, gently taking her shoulders and guiding her to sit on the floor. His eyes scanned her body, already calculating the damage. "No, you're not fine. That was a serious hit. Don't move, okay?"

Y/N sighed, wincing as she placed a hand on her bruised side. "It's not that bad, Tony. I've had worse."

"I'm calling in medical," Tony said firmly, pulling out his comms. But before he could make the call, he looked down at her with a guilty expression. "I'm sorry. I should've done a better job overseeing that bot. This is my fault."

Y/N shook her head, reaching up to touch his cheek. "It's not your fault. You didn't make it malfunction."

Tony's face softened, but the guilt was still there. "Still, I'm the one who built it. I promised I'd protect you, and here I am, failing."

"You're not failing, Tony," Y/N said softly. "You're here. You're making sure I'm okay."

He took a deep breath, then reached down to help her stand up. "I'm going to get you patched up. You're not leaving this place until I know you're okay."

Steve:

It had started off as just another mission—standard reconnaissance. But things quickly went south when they ran into an ambush. Y/N had been caught off guard as one of the enemies launched a surprise attack, knocking her off balance and slamming her into the ground.

Steve was right there, fighting off two attackers at once, but by the time he turned to check on her, Y/N was on the ground, struggling to get up.

"Y/N!" Steve shouted, knocking out one of the assailants before rushing to her side. "Are you hurt?"

Y/N pushed herself up, a sharp pain shooting through her leg. "I'm fine," she lied, but the way she winced told Steve otherwise.

Steve's jaw clenched in worry. He knelt beside her, his eyes scanning her body for any signs of injury. "No, you're not. What's hurt?"

Y/N held her leg and groaned. "I think I twisted my ankle when I fell."

Without saying another word, Steve gently lifted her leg, checking the ankle. He sighed in relief when he saw that it wasn't broken, but there was a painful bruise forming.

"We need to get you back to the jet," Steve said, helping her stand up. "Can you walk?"

Y/N grimaced but nodded. "I'll manage."

Steve adjusted his hold on her, making sure to support her weight. As they walked toward the jet, Y/N leaned her head on his shoulder, grateful for his presence.