B r u c e B a n n e r :
He gives you medicine, ones that he blends up himself to try to cure you immediately. It never completely works—either it reduces the time by a day or so, or it gives you weird side effects—but it doesn't stop him from trying. He adamant that one day, he'll make it so you don't have to be sick every again.
B u c k y B a r n e s :
There are absolutely no visitors, no phones, and no computer. The only screen he's comfortable with you having is the television, and only to watch movies whose copies you physically owned. He didn't want anyone trying to poison your mind when you were at a weak point.
C l i n t B a r t o n :
He's a dad. He carefully diagnoses you and treats you to your illness as medically directed, always including lots of rest and being as stress-free as possible. He calls in for work for you, cleans the house, does the laundry, cooks, goes grocery shopping, and checks the kids homework so you don't have to worry about a thing. Bottom line: he knows what he's doing.
P i e t r o M a x i m o f f :
He panics. You had started throwing up round the clock, even to foods he knew you liked and foods that were supposed to make you feel better. You were acting strange too, eating weird concoctions and having random outbursts, and you were in pain a lot, so he ran you over to Bruce to see whether or not he should take you to the hospital. You almost strangled him because this was not the way you wanted to tell him you were pregnant.
S t e v e R o g e r s :
You had been sick for a while now, and he knew you were only getting worse. Chemotherapy was getting harder and harder now, and he didn't know how much you could take. He had waited a while, and he didn't want to lose another person he loved. That night, as you lay sleeping, he decorated the whole hospital room, so when you woke up, he could propose right then and there, like he wanted to the day you were rushed to the hospital.
T h o r O d i n s o n :
He didn't understand the concept of human sickness, so he asked Steve to handle the mechanics of it, and he would do the spending time with you, a.k.a. cuddling and watching Disney movies. He didn't have to worry about catching anything from you, which pleased you both because the last thing you both wanted was to stay away from each other.
T o n y S t a r k :
You kept protesting you weren't sick, but he wouldn't have it. He made Jarvis from allowing you to go outside, and he would block all screens and change the Wi-Fi access until you would take your medicine and have some rest.
V I s i o n :
He was still quite new to all of this, so he didn't quite understand what you meant by you being sick. He knew that you were supposed to have treatment with medicine and soup, and he knew he wanted to make the latter from scratch, but he didn't know exactly how. From the couch of the living room, you directed him how to make soup in the kitchen. As you ate, he looked up more recipes that he could try all by himself.
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A/N: I was asked to include Bucky and Loki. I put in Bucky, but considering that I already have a completed book, as well as a current continuous book, of Loki (and Tom) imagines, I don't think I'll include him here. Apologies.
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