Avengers x Reader // Just Different

Chapter 5

You slowly opened your eyes as they adjusted to the light. Attempting to shield them, you moaned in pain as your shoulder's nerves sent an alarm. You quickly let your arm drop and reverted back to keeping your eyes closed. Maybe you'd just hide under the blanket and go back to the darkness. You attempted to hide under the blanket, but got interrupted in the embarrassing process.

"Hey sleepyhead."

You looked over, squinting your eyes, and see a familiar redhead. Natasha.

"Miss Romanoff," you croaked, horrified at the quality of your voice. You gave yourself a mental facepalm.

"You took quite a blow there," she said, raising an eyebrow. The smell of coffee danced through the room. Natasha came over with a mug and sat in a chair next to the bed. "Oh, and you're in the Avenger's Tower. How are you feeling?"

"Eh. The best I can feel after being shot in the shoulder twice," you complained. "Why am I here?" you asked.

She looked at you as if you were insane. "You hurt yourself."

"Yeah, I know, but..." Uh oh. No getting into personal life stories here. No pity allowed. "Never mind. It's nothing," you replied, looking away.

She smirked, not buying it. "You're a terrible liar."

You shrugged, but immediately regretted the movement as you clutched your shoulder, seething. Natasha turned away, "You sure she's gonna be alright?" she asked the doctor.

"We cleaned out the wound perfectly, and the cells in her shoulder are completely compatible with the cells we're using for skin regrowth. She'll be just fine."

"Ok," Natasha said. "And, uh, (Y/N)?"

You looked over.

"I'm gonna get you something new to wear," she said, winking. You looked down at your outfit and sigh. It was a dirty hospital gown covered with stains of blood with the words STARK  imprinted on it. 

"Seriously, Stark?" you groaned, but no one was there to hear you say it. Natasha had disappeared and the doctor was gone checking on things.

You observed your surroundings. The high tech equipment was begging to be touched and explored, but you knew you couldn't. For now, you had to be a guest, then maybe later, a member. But that wasn't guaranteed. They might kick you out as soon as you got better. They'd been hospitable enough.

You're shaken out of your trance when you saw Wanda walking into the room, holding some clothes.

"Natasha told me to give these to you," she said, placing them onto your lap.

"Thanks, Miss Maximoff," you thanked. She laughs at you. "What?" you asked.

"You sound like JARVIS. Please, call me Wanda!" she laughed.

You nodded with a smile and looked down at the clothes, speechless. Never in your life had you ever had clothes like this. Your whole life you had either worn hand-me-downs or old clothes, but these were brand new.

In the pile were a pair of leggings, a loose fitted t-shirt and (Y/F/C) tennis shoes.

"I'll leave you alone to get changed," she said, patting your leg.

You give her a nod, still speechless. The machine stops making noise and you slide out, your shoulder looking brand new. It's still sore, but it is better treatment than what you would have expected from a machine. 

You put on the clothes and attempted to redo your hair back up into a ponytail, though it turned out to be more of a messy bun than an actual ponytail. You wiped the dirt off your face and headed out into the hallway, thanking the doctor. You expected to see Wanda, but she nor any of the Avengers were there.

"Umm, Jarvis?" you asked curiously.

"Yes, Miss?"

"Is it possible that I have room arrangements here?" you wondered.

"I'm afraid Mr. Stark hasn't informed me on that, but I will notify him."

"Oh, no, that won't be needed---"

"Done," he interrupted, "Do you have any other requests?"

"Um, no," you replied, and then the hallway goes silent.

Secretly, you really did want to stay here, but you just didn't want to seem clingy,but this was something that could give you a chance of some sort.

You decided that it was hopeless. If they didn't arrange anything for you 5 minutes ago, there was not a high chance of them doing anything for you now.

You slumped down and pushed back exhaustion and depression. You began to walk down the hall, following signs in the Avenger's Tower to the main entrance. You'd just find a phone to borrow, ring up a taxi, and go home. Back to studying things you already knew.

You continued down the hallway and couldn't help but feel ashamed.

You looked at all the technology. Knowledge. And you were nothing. Had nothing to help you get smarter or better. One wet tear ran down your face, but you wiped it away, realizing that you'd made it to the front doors.

You were about to pull on the handle when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You gave a little squeal and turned around, ready to hit or punch something if you needed to.

"Rogers!" you yelled, "Never sneak up on me like that again."

"What are you doing here?" he asked. You furrowed your eyebrows, confused.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, Stark has a room for you, and then as soon as you get there you can contact your parents," he replied

You looked down at the word 'parents.'

"Is something wrong?" Steve asked.

"It's nothing," you said. He seemed to agree, but a redhead appeared into the room. Darn.

"You're lying," she said, and Steve looked over, more rigid. Guess they didn't like liars.

"C'mon. Spill," she urged, waving her hands towards her.

Your posture got even worse, and your shoulder pain started to kick in. Sighing, you sat down, and they joined you. You checked your surroundings for other people. They stared you down, hoping that if they stared at you long enough, you'd break.

"Fine," you sighed. "But you must stay quiet about this."

They nodded, the serious expression not leaving either of their faces. Guess smirks or smiles were for special occasions only.

You looked at them in the eye, but they didn't let down their gaze.

The words started to spill.