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" i just want you to be careful next time, okay?"
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You'd been an Avenger for almost a year now, and missions were getting more comfortable for you. You'd gotten used to the technology, trusted your team, gotten better at combat, etc. Everything was beginning to be clearer for you.
Until today.
To keep a long story short, an explosion went off, and you were pretty hurt. Your arm was severely burned, and you got a few scratches and cuts from the fall. It wasn't anything you'd die from, but it wasn't something a bandaid would fix.
Bruce finished wrapping your arm up, with you wincing at the stinging ointment. "This will take a while to heal. I think you should take it easy for a few months."
You groaned loudly. "But I just started doing them! Plus they're so fun!" Bruce chuckled at you, then shook his head. "I'm sorry, Y/N, that's just how it is."
You leaned your head back in the chair and gave a defeated sigh. After all that training you'd done, after all the blood, sweat, and tears you'd put into proving to the team you could do it, you get injured and have to sit out. You were so engrossed in your thoughts that you didn't hear the door open.
"Y/N, are you okay?" Peters voice appeared, causing you to sit up. He was in comfortable clothes- a sweatshirt and sweatpants to be exact- with a very worried look on his face. You gave him a small smile.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just have to sit out for a few months." You rolled your eyes, your mind reminding you that your hard work would be almost useless.
"A few months?! What did you do?" He was now frantically scanning your arm, your scars, and bruises as if he'd never seen someone hurt before. You thought it was quite cute, so you chuckled.
"It was just a small explosion-"
"ExplOSION?!" He shouted in fear. Peter lost his mind after hearing that.
"That's it, from now on you're only going on missions with me." Peter was now in a panic, pacing beside your bed thinking of all the things that could've happened to you, which made you laugh.
"Peter, I can take care of myself-"
"You almost died, Y/N! Death! As in, you never come back! As in, you stop breathing! If I were there I could've saved you." You only began to laugh harder, bending over and trying to catch your breath.
"How is this funny?" He asked, baffled that you found such a life threatening situation absolutely hysterical.
"I don't need you to "save" me Peter, I'm fine on my own. Plus everyone gets hurt at some point in missions."
"Yes, but-but not explosions!" He let out a sigh and ran his fingers through his messy curly hair. You finally began to take him seriously, grabbing his hand and slightly squeezing it.
"Peter, I will be fine. I will heal and then be able to work again, nothing is seriously wrong with me." Seeing that didn't satisfy him, you kept going. "But, I promise I'll let you know if i need your help." At that Peter nodded, satisfied but still worried.
"I just want you to be careful next time, okay?"
You smiled at him, finding how he was so sincere and caring heartwarming. "Okay." You replied, embracing him into a hug and not letting go for a long time.
*** mission failed, we'll get'em next time
okay but seriously, hey! I'm sorry this imagine isn't that good, but i am trying really hard to give you guys chapters regularly so I hope at least the plot was okay 😅 I just wanna thank you guys SOO much for 71k reads! I know say this all the time but I truly mean it, your comments, votes, and reads honestly make me so happy. I could be having the worst day, but just seeing that people enjoy my writing just makes me so happy and joyful and I am so grateful for you guys. Seriously, thank you so much!! I hope you guys had (or will have) a good exams week!! Bye guys!
p.s. this was supposed to be kinda light hearted and funny since my last imagine was ya know (not gonna spoil it lol)
