Mobile update so no gif! I’m so sorry that I’ve hardly posted, I had exams and then I was ill and then I had so much on (School Awards, Alton towers trip, Taylor Swift concert, Color Run, Brass Band etc!!)
I’m going away to Florida tomorrow (love a good 9 hour flight #scottishproblems) so I may not post as often, but I’m hoping to write a few more tonight and get a short que sorted (probably wont happen).
I’m also looking for another writer to help me, just send me a sample of your work or something and I’ll get back to you when I’m back from holiday!
Anyway, this was requested by an anon, so here you go! (Sorry it’s short!)
Your boyfriend was ill. It was
Pietro had come back from the
dead, he could run faster than almost everything in the world, he was a part of
the superhero team called the Avengers and he had saved thousands of lives.
But here he was tucked in his bed
and wrapped with so many blankets he faintly resembled a burrito. Pietro was
ill, and it wasn’t anything life threatening.
He had the flu. Everyone
(including you, much to his annoyance) found it hilarious. His increased metabolism
somehow couldn’t figure out how to ward off the flu and he was stuck inside
with tissues and sick bowls while the rest of the team were out fighting the
Despite you being a member on the
team, you had been ordered by Steve to stay behind to look after him, but you
knew it was more because he was your boyfriend than it was because you were
probably the most sympathetic of the team.
You agreed with the sympathetic
part. Wanda, found Pietro’s suffering hilarious as it was only a mere cold but
he was acting like he was dying. Natasha and Clint have no patience for the
flu, and would probably have ended up sending him on the mission anyways. Steve
didn’t really care but was slightly sympathetic. Tony and Thor found it comedy
gold, and the amount of jokes and puns they had thought up were getting to a
So here you were, pressing a cold
towel to his hot face as he lay surrounded in pillows, blankets and cushions.
One minute he had a fever whereas the next he had a chill – and it wasn’t a
He started shaking again, his
temperature having dropped again and you shushed him affectionately, tucking
the blankets around him tighter as you stoked his head gently.
“Lay with me?” Pietro asked you,
his voice quiet and you noticed how vulnerable he sounded compared to when he
was in full health and running around all cockily while making Clint’s temper
You crawled under the covers,
Pietro pulling your body against his constant changing heat one. He buried his
head into the crook of your neck as you placed a soft kiss against his
forehead, ignoring the sweat on it.
“I love you (Y/N),” he muttered,
letting out a slight cough on your neck. You grimaced slightly before
remembering his words.