Tony/Bruce/Loki/Strange × Reader One shots

Sick with Cuddles (Bruce)

You lay in bed running a fever. Every since you had too run back home, from your job, in the rain. You had been sneezing up a storm. You had called in sick and the only thing that kept you company was your dog Mister Topper the Thrid, but you just called him Topper.
He laied next too you sleeping. Jealous of his peaceful slumber you began to poke him in the face. He let out out a sigh and opened his eyes too stare at you. A smile tugged onto your lips.

"ACHOO!"
Your sneeze was loud enough too make Topper get off of the bed and walk into the living.

"Noo, come back Topper!"
You whine and pull the cover over your head. Your front door opened and Topper let out a bark before wagging his tail and jumped excitedly onto the intruder.

"Topper! Down Topper! No give me the bag!"
You heard in the living room. You mentally praised the dog and stood up slowly. Your head began too spin and you held onto the wall too keep your balance.

"Topper!"
You called his name and let out a small whistle. He came rushing into the room with a small plastic bag in his mouth. You pet his head and took the bag from his mouth.

"Good Topper! Yes, thats a good boy!"
You said and gave him behind the ear scratches and he proceeds too lick your face and wag his tail. You plant a kiss on the top of his head and walk into the living room.
Bruce stood at the entrace with a small piece of plastic, from the bag, in his hand. A smile broke onto your face.

"I thought you where at work?"
You said leaning on the wall. He pushed his glasses up and smiled.

"I told the boss what was going on and he sent me home too take care of you."
He said and kissed your forehead. You smiled. This honestly made your day.  It has been a long time since you two both shared a day off, even if you were sick.

"Now too see what you've got here in the bag."
You say and opened the bag checking the contents. A thermometer, cans of soup, and Ibuprofen. You placed a hand on your heart dramatically and let out a gasp.

"Oh, Bruce!"
You say and 'swoon'. He laughs and takes the bag from you.

"For a sick person you have so much energy."
He says and raises a suspicious eyebrow. You smile at this and limp into the kitchen.

"Oh no doctor, I can't even walk. It's getting worse."
You say and sit down into the dinning room chair. A smile cracks up onto his face and he sets the bag on the table, taking a can of soup from it.

"Well try and stay alive long enough for me too make this soup."
He says and opens the can. You groan and lay your head on the table. Topper ran into the kitchen at the smell of food and started too lick your leg. You slowly pet his head.

"You're the only one who truly cares about me Topper."
You mumble and sigh. Bruce scoffed at this and set the bowl of soup infront of you with crackers and a spoon.

"Guess, I'll just have too eat this bowl of soup since I aparently don't care about you. Its not like I didn't go to work to take care of you or anything."
He says and takes a cracker out of the pack and eats it while staring at the wall to avoid your gaze. He is so petty. You smile, thinking about what he said.

"Petty."

"What?"

"Pretty! I said your hair looks pretty."
You give him a toothly smile and he rolls his eyes and kisses your forehead. He picks up the bag and pulls out the ibuprofen and pours two little pills in his hand.

"After your done eating, take these. It'll help with the fever." He says and sets them on the table besided your bowl. You began too eat and watch his frame walk too the fridge and pour a glass of tea. He also sets that down besides your bowl. You look up at him. What the crap? You love him so much.

"I really meant that."
You say grabbing his hand. He raises an eyebrow and smiles.

"What?"
He says sitting down besides you.

"That your hair is pretty."
You say again. He chuckles and kisses your hand.

"Your hair is pretty too Y/n."
He says and crosses his legs.

"Eat." He motions towards the bowl and you sighed and began too eat. After you where done you took the medicine and went back too bed. Bruce followed and laied down besides you. You smoothed his shirt out with your fingers. He watched you, while playing with your hair. It was soothing. Just spending quality time with him made your heart flutter. You wrapped your arms around him and snuggled into his chest. He  responded by wrapping his arm around your waist letting you use his other arm as a pillow. You sneezed into his chest and let out a annoyed groan.

"Bless you."
He says and kisses the top of your head. You smile warmly and lean up too kiss his chin. He chuckled and held you tighter.

"I love you."

"I love you too."