Avengers x Reader One-Shots

Tony x Sick!Reader: Comforter

You woke up in the middle of the night with a terrible feeling in the pit of your stomach. Turning on the lights wasn't even needed as you hobbled your way to the bathroom and spilled the contents of your stomach into the toilet. You didn't know how you got sick, all you knew was that you were and it made you feel utterly disgusted.

A sigh escaped your lips and you pulled yourself away from the toilet bowl so you could brush the sick taste out of your mouth. By this time, Friday had already taken your heat signature to find that you had a fever that was rising rather rapidly.

"Ms. (Y/L/N)," the AI spoke to you through the speakers in the ceiling. "You really should rest. I can request Tony to come assist you until you're feeling better." You contemplated her offer momentarily before deciding you didn't want to bother your boyfriend with such a trivial matter.

"No thanks Friday," you waved your hand dismissively before stumbling your way out of the bathroom and into the main hallway of the tower. There was medicine in the kitchen cabinets and you were hoping it would help you fall back to sleep so you could sleep the sick away.

As you got to the kitchen, Friday was busy ignoring your directions. She was already in the process of waking Tony, without your knowledge of course. Tony roused from his sleep, an angry groan slipping from his lips as he turned his attention to the ceiling.

"What is it Friday?" His voice was thick with sleep but still managed to sound childish. The pout was almost audible.

"Ms. (Y/L/N) is sick and in the kitchen looking for some medicine. She told me not to summon you but she isn't taking care of herself and resting properly," Friday explained and Tony didn't respond, getting to his feet and heading for the door. Part of him was fuming because you told Friday not to wake him, but another part of him was substantially concerned for your well being.

He walked into the kitchen just in time to see you trying to climb onto the counter. You were too short to reach the very top shelf in the cabinet so this was your only option. His eyes widened and he stomped over to you, making you painfully aware of his presence.

"What the hell are you doing (Y/N)? Trying to get yourself killed?" His voice sounded from directly behind you, his breath hot against your neck but you tried to keep your focus on the task at hand. Of course, he cut you short of getting the medicine by wrapping his arms around your hips and pulling you from the counter.

"I was just trying to get the medicine so I could go back to sleep," you looked up at him with puppy dog eyes, hoping he would feel sorry for getting upset that you had climbed onto the counter. That didn't happen.

"Why did you tell Friday not to wake me up?" He glared down at you, you being shorter than him and all. You shrunk under his gaze. You didn't like it when he reprimanded you for doing what you thought was the best thing in the situation.

"I didn't want to wake you for something so trivial," you cast your gaze down to your feet, trying to avoid his glare at all costs. "I was just going to get medicine to calm my stomach down and make me tired so I could go back to bed. You don't get enough sleep with all the work you do in the lab with Bruce so I didn't want to take that away from you." You heard him sigh as you leaned against the counter behind you. The room was beginning to feel like it was spinning around you.

"Alright, c'mon," his voice was soft in your ear as he lifted you bridal style in his arms. You closed your eyes as he carried you, hoping the spinning would stop. Despite, having your eyes closed, you could tell the path you were on in his arms wasn't leading back to your room so you forced your eyes open just enough to realize that he had taken you into his bedroom.

"Tony?" You mumbled softly, looking up at him as he laid you in his bed rather than your own.

"Shh, baby," he quieted you gently, pouring a generous amount of the liquid Tylenol into the bottles lid so you could drink it. He handed it to you and you, of course, accepted and down the red jelly-esque substance in one go. When you handed the lid back to Tony, he seemed to have a glimmer of pride in his eyes, for what reason you didn't know.

Next, he passed you a cup of water so you could rinse the taste of the medicine from your mouth. You took this cup much more graciously than the medicine, taking slow sips before setting it on the bedside table. You managed to sneak a peek at the clock and see that it was nearing seven in the morning. Tony would have to go to his lab to work with Dr. Banner soon and you were unsure of how you felt about being alone.

You were a cuddly sick type of person, meaning that you just wanted to be close to the one you loved. Being alone when you were sick upset you more than actually being sick. Feeling the warmth of another human was something you needed indefinitely. You were about to sit up when you felt a strong pair of arms wrap around your waist the same way they had just minutes earlier in the kitchen.

"Go back to sleep, love," Tony whispered against you ear, making you shiver slightly. You complied, laying back against his chest and curling into him, just wanting to be close. He planted a soft kiss to the top of your head before engulfing you both in the blankets. It wasn't long before you were fast asleep.

**Time skip brought to you by Tony trying on your high heels while you're asleep**

When you awoke, there was no longer a billionaire in bed beside you, much to your dismay. With an audible groan, you rolled over in your bed and planted your feet on the ground. You quickly checked the clock, finding that it was nearing five o'clock and you had slept the whole day away.

Once on your feet, you headed out of Tony's room with his comforter wrapped around your small form. You took it because it was warm and because it smelled like your boyfriend. The team took notice of your appearance immediately and began tending to you as though you had been in a serious accident. You couldn't tell if their kindness was because of their genuine care for your well being, or if Tony had threatened them into it.

You were quick to pass on their offers of food, the thought alone nauseating to you. Once they had calmed from their seeming panic of trying to tend to you, they resumed their tasks from before you had entered.

"Steve," your voice was weak as you spoke. He took note of this and was going to get you a glass of water but you stopped him short. "I just want to know where Tony is." He bit his bottom lip, hesitating on telling you.

"He's in the lab," Steve sighed at his own inability to lie to you. "He told us to take care of you when you woke up while he finished some papers with Bruce." As soon as he finished speaking, you turned on your heel and headed for the lab, the blanket still securely around you. Just as you were about to leave the main room, a voice stopped you.

"(Y/N)!" You turned and met Steve's eyes with a glare that would've put him six feet under if looks could kill. You weren't really upset with him, you were just sick and in dire need of some love from your boyfriend. "Don't tell him I told you." A sheepish smile spread across his lips and you nodded your compliance before continuing your journey to the lab.

Upon entering, papers were scattered all over Tony's desk. His nose was  buried so deep within the pages in front of him that he didn't even know your presence in the room. You worked your way over to him, the blanket dragging along the floor behind you. It wasn't until you were directly next to him that he finally realized you were there.

"(Y/N)," he scolded gently. "You should be resting in bed. I told the others to take care of you while I finished this."

"But they're not you," you pouted at him, giving him the puppy dog eyes again. He caved this time, a sigh escaping his lips as he pulled you into his lap. "I just want my boyfriend when I'm sick, is that too much to ask?"

"Of course not baby," he kissed your forehead before a frown etched itself into his features. "Your fever has gotten worse. Maybe you shouldn't have taken the entire comforter down here with you." He tugged on it softly, a dorky grin replacing the frown but you shook your head and hugged onto the blanket in question.

"Well if my boyfriend is always so busy then I have to depend on something else to be my comforter."

"That was a bad joke and a low blow. Good one (Y/N)," he gave you another kiss on the cheek before returning to his work with you now curled up in his arms.