Avengers One Shots

Tony Stark x Self Harming Reader

Y/N = your name
F/F = favorite food
F/C= favorite color

Your name is Y/N, and you live in Stark Towers. Strange situation, right? You live with avengers, have been for 3 years, ever since an accident with your mother and father left you orphaned.

You never were too close to any of the avengers, except one. Tony. Sure, you and Thor occasionally shared breakfast. You and Steve occasionally trained together, and Wanda showed you how to do normal girl stuff. But none of them came close to the bond you and Tony had. Lately, he has noticed that you had been acting strange, and boy, so did you.

"Hey Y/N!" Tony popped his head into your room. "Wanna get some F/F and watch a movie?" You glanced up at him, "I'm really tired Tony.. I think I'm just gonna go to bed..." Your heart ached and you looked away, feeling guilty for saying no. 'He doesn't like you Y/N, you're a burden on the avengers.' Tonys brows furrowed, upset that you had declined, again.
He sat down on the edge of your bed, nervously fiddling with the sheets. "You've been acting differently lately.. I don't know what's going on lately Y/N, but know I'm here for you."

With that your eyes began to tear up, but you were determined not to cry. You sniffled and said "I'm fine, really. I just have a lot of work to do." Your voice was sharp, and Tony was taken aback by your sudden change of tone. "Fine, all I wanted to do was help." He snapped back. He got up and walked out of your room, slamming the door behind him. You groaned, knowing you took it too far. 'I need a break from these emotions' you thought to yourself, and shut your laptop.

You woke up about 6 hours later. You grabbed your phone, it was 1:32 at night. "Ugghh" you groaned out loud, knowing you wouldn't get a full nights sleep now. Out of boredom, you checked your messages. Tony would always send you a "goodnight :)" text every night, even if he was out on a mission. Tonight, no text.  You sighed, burying your face in your pillow. After about 15 minutes of contemplating, a bad idea formed in your head. You had the strong urge to relapse— after being clean for almost 4 months, you knew you shouldn't. You craved the release of the blade against your skin. 'Fuck it, no ones up, no one will care.' You grabbed your razor from off the nightstand, and pressed it against your wrist, watching the blood drip down your arm. 'Not enough to do permanent damage.' That was one of your worst nights. You were too mentally exhausted to cry. Whether it be from the blood loss or how tired you were, you eventually drifted off to sleep.

Your alarm clock rang. You had forgotten you set it. "FUCK!!" You yelled, "I promised Tony I'd train with him today." You rolled out of bed, already annoyed and afraid to face him. You looked down at yourself, littered in cuts. All over your stomach, upper thighs, and scattered on your wrists. You mended the deep ones, and washed the blood off your hands. You threw on a F/C lightweight hoodie and black leggings, knowing that you had to keep the damage from last night covered. You opened your door in hopes of finding some breakfast. Sure enough, Thor was in the kitchen. "Good morning sister Y/N." His expression of happiness turned to concern, "You look pale, do you feel alright?" You nodded briefly, "Just tired". You smiled slightly at him, giving your most convincing happy face. You grabbed some cereal and sat down. "Man of Iron is worried about you." He said in a soft voice. "Why? I'm perfectly fine." You said in reply. "He is saying you're different, and not in a good way. He says your sad." "Well Thor, sometimes people change." You got up, leaving your breakfast.

The minutes seemed to pass by like hours, knowing you had to face Tony in exactly 3 minutes, you got up and walked down to the training center. He was already there. "Agent Y/N," "Tony, about last night—" you began, but as soon as you started he cut you off. "Save it, Agent Y/N." He said coldly. "Please, I'm sor—" "I said save it."

Tony was usually a worthy opponent, but today you were sloppy. Too fatigued to pay attention, you didn't block a sharp blow to the stomach. You doubled over, winded and in pain. You could see the crimson blood start to show on your hoodie. Tony offered a hand, trying to help you up. 'He hasn't noticed Y/N, make up an excuse and get out of here!'. You grabbed his hand, and he pulled you up. "Are you alright Y/N?" His cold face faded to confusion. You were a girl who could take a punch. "Yeah," you gasped for breath. "I think I just need a break.." "Here, let me help you." He grabbed your arm, trying to lead you to the bench. You hissed in pain, yanking away. About halfway there, you stumbled, collapsing on the hard ground. Blood seeped through your hoodie. Tony rushed over to you, "Y/N!!!! Are you okay!?!!" With no reply from you, he began panicking. "JARVIS!! JARVIS I NEED AN AMBULANCE!!" He shouted. The last thing you saw was Tony panicking, and the world turned black.

You woke up in a strange room, and everything ached. You didn't bother moving, not yet. '5 more minutes...' you thought to yourself. You heard a strange, rhythmic beeping, and after a few minutes of fighting with yourself you opened your eyes, shifting a bit. You looked around. You were in a hospital, connected to different tubes and gadgets. Your stomach was covered in bandages, and the cuts on your arms had almost fully healed. 'How long have I been here..?' You heard two people talking outside the room. You recognized one almost immediately. It was Tony. At that moment everything came back to you. The fight, the anger, the training, the punch. You listened in, but all you could hear was "critical condition..." "yes, very lucky..." "severe external damage..". Then, you heard what sounded like crying, Not in your 3 years at the tower have you seen Tony cry.  It was almost incomprehensible, and the shock hit you like a freight train. You slipped back into unconsciousness.

Tony soon returned to your room. He looked like absolute garbage, his eyes were puffy, his hair messy, and his clothes wrinkled and dirty. He looked over at you. "I'm so sorry, Y/N.. this is all my fault.." tears slipped down his cheek. He held your hand, making sure not to mess with the I.V. bag you were connected to.

When you woke up again, there was another person in the room. When Tony saw your eyes open, his heart skipped a beat. "Y/N..?" He rubbed your arm. "Tony!" You gasped "I'm so sorry," you sat up, with immediate complaints from your joints. You began to cry. "Shh.. shh..it's okay." He hugged you, "I'm so fucking glad you're okay.. I thought I'd lost you.." You stayed hugging , not brave enough to say anything, and not wanting to leave his embrace. After a while, he spoke up. "Why?.. why are you cutting yourself..what's going on? Please, talk to me Y/N, please." He was pleading with you, his voice shaking as tears streamed down his face. You let go of him, and stared into his eyes for a while. "I don't know.. I don't feel worthy to be happy, I'm worthless, ugly, no one loves me..." you broke down in sobs, your hands trembling and lip quivering. Tony didn't say anything for a while, just staring at the floor. After a minute, he cupped your face, kissing you softly. "I love you
Y/N. I always have, always will." His face was bright red, afraid for your reaction. "I love you too Tony..." your heart rate was spiking, and he made you lay back. "How long have you been here..?" "9 days." "How long have I been here...?" "9 days." It dawned upon you that Tony hasn't left your side, not to go on a mission, not to get a shower, not to check up on the team. You leaned your head on his shoulder, enjoying his company. "Never do that again, got it?" Tony's voice was hoarse, and he looked like he was going to pass out. "I promise," you replied. "As long as you promise to go home and nap, and maybe a shower." "You'll be alright here by yourself?" His eyes opened. "Mhm," "Fine, I'll be back in a few hours." He yawned, and gave you a kiss before leaving your room.

Soon after, you fell asleep. When you were woken up, Thor was there, and nurses were unhooking you from the machines. "Thank you, midguardians." He said as the nurses left. "Y/N.." he looked sadly at you and the pitiful state you were in. "I'm here to take you home, we did not man of iron leave the house." You sat up, immediately feeling dizzy. But you were stubborn, attempting to get up anyway. You stumbled, being caught by the Asgardian. He carried you back to Stark Towers, where your room had been emptied of anything remotely sharp. "Thanks Thor," you said as he pulled you into a hug. "We only want what's best for you, sister Y/N. We are here for you." "I know, I'm going to try to stop."
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Time skip about 5 weeks.
Tony approaches you, a smile on his face. "Wrist check, babe." He said in a chipper voice. He rolled up your sleeves, seeing no new cuts. He pulled you into a kiss. "I'm so proud of you."