YOU GET INJURED PT.1
Tony:
You and Tony have been working in the lab for a consecutive 16 hours. You both have been trying to take apart an obscure foreign machine. You felt yourself start to doze off, but you were abruptly awoken by a nice, really hot burning sensation? No that’s a laser burning into your skin, “OUCH MOTHER FUCKER!” Your hand had a nice long burn on it and it was most definitely going to scar. Tony rushed over to you, “ARE YOU OKAY?” he essentially yells as he starts freaking out, running around the room. He comes back with the first aid kit and patches you up.
“You should get some rest babe,” Tony says, “No, I am FULLY awake now—,” you say as you begin to yawn. You end up falling asleep. Tony just carries you upstairs so you can sleep much more comfortably.
Steve:
You were supervising the new rookies whilst they spared today, why you may ask. Well, they are sparing with these nifty little fuckers called Taser Sticks. Yes Taser Sticks, very creative. Anyway, as you were walking around making sure—“FUCK,” you shouted as you get tazed in the ass. “Sorry Agent (Y/L/N), um..I mean Mrs. Rogers, I mean……,” the young man, who will probably be a desk jockey, who just shocked you was starting to have an anxiety attack. “It’s okay,” you reassure him that he won’t die today. Steve makes his way over to you, “Are you okay hun?” Steve asks resting a hand on your lower back. “Oh, yeah I am amazing actually,” You respond sarcastically. Steve sighs, “You need ice lets go,”
You get to the infirmary and get some ice. “Are you sure you’re okay?” Steve asks with genuine concern. “Yes, Steven I am fine. I only got tazed in the ass, it’s really not that big of a deal.” You respond honestly.
“Language,” Steve whispers. You both laugh, completely forgetting about your pain.
Clint:
You and Clint were teaching all the noobs in the range today. You were in the front of the class, explaining how to properly knock an arrow, when “God. Fucking. Dammit” you get Katniss’d right in the leg. “Why the fuck would you….never mind.” You try to keep calm. Clint comes over to you and walks you out, but not before he lets the guy who shot you know that he’s mad.
You lay upright on the gurney. “Are you okay,” Clint asks. “Oh, yeah. I’ve had WAAAAAY worst,” You reply simply as you sip your juice box.
Thor:
You were sparing in Asgard. Yeah, I’m not even sure why you did, but anyway. You were sparing in Asgard with a relatively LARGE man. When this LARGE man lifted you up and slammed you on the ground, you heard a lovely crack, snapple, and pop. Your arm is definitely broken. Thor walked over to you, “Lady (Y/N) are you hurt?”
“Um, yeah I think my arm is broken.” You reply trying not to really think about it. He gracefully picks you up and carries you to the healers.
“Are you in any pain Lady?” Thor asks. “Yeah, a lot.” You respond kinda snarky considering your arm just broke. The healers ended up giving you some hardcore stuff that made you knock out. Thor just watched over you as you slept.