Tony/Bruce/Loki/Strange × Reader One shots

I don't feel so good (strange)

        Kicking your feet off the side of your bed, you stretch suddenly feeling woozy. "What the hell?" You mumble and place a hand to your forehead. It was on fire! No, not literally. Calm down. Automatically knowing that you're sick, you had the urge to just lay back down and sleep for the rest of the day, but you have a sparing appointment with one of the hottest wizards in the world. Yes, you are totally crushing on him and you wouldn't miss a chance to see him in the world. Maybe you could just go for the first hour then come back to lay down. Sounds like a plan.
    You stumble to your feet and struggle to get dressed in gear. You didn't stop to eat, because you are to afraid it'll upset your stomach. You made it to the training ground and smile brightly seeing Strange already there. Hearing the doors open her turns to look at you, quite aggervated that you're late. Once his eyes lock onto your pale, stumbling features, with that wide shit eating grin, his eyes soften and he sighs. He can never be mad at you even when he tries. "You're late," he says looking you over. Your shirt was inside out and you had dark circles under your eyes. "You look horrible."
    "Yeah, I took me a second to wake u- wait," you pause feeling rather offended. "Thats really rude," you say bluntly, feeling your mood instantly change.
    "I didn't mean it like that," he shakes his head and places his hand on your forehead. "Your sick."
    "What- no I'm not," you say shrugging him off. "See?" you say as you go to summon a portal, but feeling it drain the little energy you had. Your knees go weak for a second, causing you to stumble forward. Stephen raises an eyebrow at you and give you that 'I told you so,' look. You roll your eyes and sigh standing back on your own two feet. "So what if I'm sick? I can still beat you in training," you say, feeling anything but up to fighting him.
     "Alright, lets see what you've got," he says stepping back with a cocky smirk on his lips. You take a running start towards him throwing a right hook at him. He gets into a defensive stance and grabs your arm ad he moves his head away from the attack. Your eyes widen and you go to pull back, but your head begins to spin and you mentally curse yourself. You could feel pressure around your waist, before the ground abandoned your feet. You yelp at this, before your stomach comes into contact with his shoulder. His hands firmly gripped around your legs and waist.
     "Wha-what are you doing!? Put me down!" You command as he begins to walk away with you over his shoulder. He ignores you and continues down the corridor, gaining weird glances along the way. "At least tell me where we're going," you whine in defeat as your arms flap down past your head. Thats when an idea pops into your head.
    "We're going to your room so you can res- HEY!" He yells as you give his butt a little spank. You giggle, but stop soon as your head spins again. "Did your other ever teach you manners?" He grumbles as he kicks your door open. Your head perks up seeing the fimilar surroundings.
     "Hey, my room," you say softly as he shuts the door with his foot. Strange rolls his eyes and sets you down. As you feel yourself begining lifted from him you sigh in relief, your cheeks a little flushed. Maybe, because your sick. OR because your crush had just carried you to your room and shut the door behind him.
   "Your steaming," he mumbles as his hands touch your forehead and cheeks. You smile widely and give him a curt wink.
    "You too, chap!" You beam and he scowls at you. He sighs and turns to your homemade stove and such.
    "God, she's already delusional," he mumbles as he begins to make you herbal tea. You flop back down onto your bed, feeling sweat bead your forehead. You let out a groan and curl up into the featle position. The full effects of using magic while being sick, kicking in. His eyes cut back to you and he frowns. He doesn't like seeing you in pain or not feeling well. He hasn't wanted to admit to himself, but he was catching feelings for your annoying ass. "How are you holding up over there?" He asks turning back to the tea, before casting a healing spell on it and turning back to you.
    "I'm dead," you mumble as your hand flops around for the cover, despite it being hot as hell. His smiles softly and sits on his knees besides the bed.
   "Drink this, it'll make you feel better," he says and turns your over to face him. Your weary eyes scan him for a minute, before they glance over to the cup.
   "What is it?"
   "Don't be picky. Drink it," he rolls his eyes at you and a smile crawls onto your lips.
   "Fine, but if I throw up I am not cleaning it," you shrug and grab the cup from him. His eyes squint at you and he shakes his head. Bringing the cup to your lips, the heat causes the sweat to stream down your face. Instantly you knew it is tea. You would have been able to smell it, but your nose is stopped up. The warm liquid runs through your body, making you sleepy and it settles your icky feelings. "That's some good stuff," you mumble and yawn, your eye lids getting heavy.
    "Yeah, now get some rest. Your body needs it," he says calmly and takes the half empty cup from your hands and sets it on the table besides you. He stands, but you grab his hand and squeeze.
   "Wait- don't leave," you whine and feel your grip loosing as the seconds pass. He raises an eyebrow and looks down to his pretend watch.
    "Well I do have the sanctum under tight watch right now," he says and looks back to you. You smile as his fingers tighten around yours. He can't help but to smile back at your adorably sick features. He sits on the edge of the bed and summons a book in his hand as he waits for you to fall asleep.
    Once you do he slips his hand from yours and places a warm rag over your forehead and writes you a note setting it down next to the cup. It reads:
    'Y/n, I have to go back to watch the sanctum, because I only booked the security for a few hours. Do not worry, I will pop in from time to time to check up on you.
                               Stephen Strange.'