-Doesn’t catch it -Takes care of everyone else -”Did you need anything? Soup? Pillows? Blankets? Juice?”
Tony Stark/Iron Man: -Tries to stay away from everyone but he still always manages to catch it -Complains constantly while he works -”Don’t even think about coming in here if you don’t have a mask on your face and Purell on your hands!”
Thor Odinson: -Makes fun of how weak they all are when they’re sick -(Thanks to Loki) He gains the usual symptoms of a flu and whines 24/7 -”You humans are so weak! A little bit of sneezing should not hold you from battle!”
Clint Barton/Hawkeye: -Does not complain to any of the Avengers and tells them they’re all wimps -Acts like a baby when he gets up -”I feel fine. You’re all just babies.”…”Honey, can I have another blanket please?”
Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow: -Keeps up with her normal schedule -Does not let the cold take her down -”What? You think the bad guys will just wait for us to feel better before they attack?”
Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch: -Cannot control her powers like at all -Shuts herself out to pretty much everyone, scared to hurt them -”Don’t come in! It’s dangerous. I can’t control myself…”
Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier: -Helps Steve make everyone feel better -Makes sure everyone eats soup, drinks juice, and sleeps -”Sam! Do not get off that couch unless you have socks on your damn feet! Natasha, eat your soup or I swear…”
Sam Wilson/Falcon: -Totally in denial about having a cold -Stays at his mom’s because, honestly, nothing makes him feel better but her -”Nah, Man, I’ll be okay. I don’t get sick. These are just my allergies. But I’ll be at my mother’s if you need me…”
Scott Lang/Ant-Man: -You’d honestly swear he was dying -Takes meds every four hours on the hour -”My throat has never burned so badly… I cannot breathe our of my nose! I’m going to suffocate!”
T’Challa/Black Panther: -Tries to get everyone to try these weird recipes from Wakanda -He low key knows the only thing making him feel alright is the Buckley’s, but he just wants everyone to drink the gross smoothies -”This is a recipe from my ancestors. It releases all bacteria in relation to our virus. It can clear up a cold within hours.” “This literally just tastes like grass.” -chuckling with no further explanation-
Vision: -Stays by Wanda’s side until she feels better -Suggests remedies for everyone to try even though nobody asked -”I heard jazz music can boost the immune system.” “Vis, thank you, but I doubt it will help.”
Bruce Banner/Hulk: -Gets better the quickest -Moody as hell so he just stays away from everyone until he’s okay -”Hey, Bruce-” “I suggest you get out before someone else makes you.”
Peter Parker/Spider-Man: -Determined to make everyone shape up so they can keep Avenging -Goes fighting with Steve while he waits for the rest of the squad to get better -”Come on, guys! Evil never rests when it gets a cold! It’s not like the bad guys will just wait until we get better before they attack!” “Peter, I appreciate the enthusiasm, but shut it.”
Pietro Maximoff/Quicksilver: -The sassiest piece of shit you’ve ever seen -Sleeps when he’s not being mouthy or drinking Gatorade -”Hey, Pietro, did you want some more soup?” “Did I say I wanted more soup?” “Even if you did, you aren’t getting any now.”
Another Wattpad request. I do not own Tony, Thor, or Steve. They belong to Marvel.
Warnings: Jealous Tony, angst, fluff
Pairings: Tony Stark x reader, Thor, Steve Rogers.
Your laughter carried through the
Tower, reaching Tony’s ears. He smiled at the sound. It was something he loved
to hear. Tony made his way toward the living room, but stopped short when he
got there. You were still laughing, but it was who you were laughing with that
caused Tony to freeze. You were sitting with Thor and laughing at something he
said. Tony felt something he wasn’t used to. Jealousy.
This is the first story I’ve ever written! I hope you all like it!! I was inspired to write by @xenaathena. Thank you for your advice love❤️
Gold and red leaves crunched underfoot. The cool crisp wind stung my face and blew straight through my sweater. My only warmth came from Bucky’s hand. I shivered as we walked through the park. Living with Bucky had changed my outlook on life.
I had been assigned to help him get through his winter solider moments. After all my school taught techniques of getting him through them failed I used one of my own: use your senses to calm down and focus on something happy. It was that simple. I had used the strategy to help me through my depression, so I thought I might try it for Bucky. If he heard stories of what he had done block it out by focusing on a few senses around him. What can he smell? How many colors can he count? What is touching you him now? Then once he began to calm down ask “what in this moment is making you feel happy?” It became much more about making it through the horrible moments of terror and pain and living for the happy moments. Seeking out the happy moments no matter how small really helped Bucky recover from Hydra. It helped me too in ways I never knew I needed. I started taking time away from missions and my busy schedule and started hanging out in the tower. Counting, smelling, feeling, and trying to find what In the moment makes me happy. There wasn’t a need to fill time with work or parties any longer. Just to sit and observe. Bucky and I grew a lot closer as we spent more and more time together. We helped each other get better; that’s what I loved about our relationship. Bucky and I went on walks everyday. Sometimes we had a destination like the cafe on the corner and sometimes we didn’t. We just walked together holding hands and living in the moment.
Bucky stumbled over an uneven stone in the road. I took my eyes off the red trees to look at Bucky. His cheeks had a pink tint from the cold autumn air and his brown hair was windswept. His grip on my hand tightened as his breath quickened. He stopped walking as looked around wildly.
“It’s okay Buck. It’s alright. I’m here.” I spoke quietly, squeezing his hand. “Colors?” I asked. I look around at the shops scattered around us as I let Bucky observe.
His breathing slowed a tiny bit but it was still improvement. “Smells?” I said turning to look at him. His brow was furrowed in concentration.“Tree bark, grass, cinnamon…” he trailed smiling a little. His shoulders relaxed and his grip on my hand lessened. “What is making you happy Buck?” I gently asked. He looked at our intertwined hands and took a deep breath in. Slowly he released my hand and put it inside his jacket. Smiling he pulled out a small black box. Confused I took a step forward. “Buck what is-, what are you-.” Bucky’s crystal blue eyes met mine as he got down on one knee.