Someone To Lean On
Original request from my babe @gcneral-organa - Hi I’m so sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if I could request a fic? Pietro Maximoff taking care of sick insecure reader? And it’s a little personal but by sick I was hoping you could do like serious-illness-handicapped-chronic-pain-and-not-going-away-anytime soon? If you’re not comfortable with this that’s perfectly okay, I know it’s a weird topic. Pretty please could it end fluffy though? Also could I be put on your tag list if it’s not too much trouble? I love your writing!
A/N: YEs okay, it’s ur friendly neighborhood fic writer coming at you from “It’s Nearly 3am and I Should Be In Bed But I Aint” and ur watching me slowly crumble into the abyss. No, jk. I finally got that last jolt of inspiration I needed to finish this, I’m really sorry about how long it took me to finish. (I honestly wish it were longer but oh well) Thank you so much for the information about chronic pain, I hope you like it!!(Not the pain, the fic, sorry, I’m not always good at words)
Word Count: 926
Pietro’s voice floats through the hallway and seems to echo in my head, adding to the headache growing behind my eyes. I couldn’t bring myself to get up this morning and missed training. Steve or Nat probably sent him to look for me.
“(Y/N), where are you?”
I lay in bed, debating whether or not I should call out and let him know where I am. Just when I decide to let him know, his head appears in my doorway, his expression curious.
“Hey,” He says pushing his way into the room. “Are you okay?” I shake my head, frowning at the twinge of pain the movement produces. “Where does it hurt?”
“Just… everywhere? I don’t know exactly how to explain it.”
“Can you move?”
I shake my head. “I don’t think so, no.”
“Would it be alright if I helped you sit up?” I nod and he slowly. He hooks his hands under my arms and gently pulls me up so that I’m sitting up against the headboard of my bed.
“Thank you,” I try to smile at him, but it turns into something closer to a grimace. “What made you come track me down?”
“You never showed up to training today. No one seemed all that concerned, but I was worried, so I figured that I would check up on you to see if you were alright.”
“Thank you, Pietro.”
“It’s no problem, really.” He shakes his head and scratches at the back of his neck. “Is there anything I could do to help?”
“I’m not sure,” I restrain myself from shrugging to avoid further pain. “Could I persuade you to get me some advil?”
“Of course, (Y/N).” He says, his voice gentle. “Is there anything else that might help?”
“Maybe a hot water bottle or one of those fabric rice packs that Steve keeps around? You know, the ones you stick in the microwave for a bit? They always seem to hold heat longer than the water bottles.”
Pietro nods. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
I watch as he sprints from the room, leaving some of the papers on the corkboard on my wall swaying in the breeze.
As soon as he’s gone, he’s back again, holding a glass of water in one hand and a couple of gel capsules in the other. He helps me sit up enough to take the pain medication and sits on the bed next to me, gently running his hands through my hair.
“The rice pack is in the microwave and I’ll put the water bottle in as soon as it’s done.”
“Thank you, Pietro.” I smile at him genuinely. “You didn’t have to do all this for me.”
“And yet, here I am, the kindest man in the building, taking care of you when you need it.” He jokingly flips his hair out of his face, earning a quiet laugh from me. He turns his soft smile on me, his eyes twinkling and crinkling at the corners. “There is no need to thank me, (Y/N). You needed help and I’m just doing what’s right.”
“It doesn’t have anything to do with the fact that we’re dating?” I ask, lifting an eyebrow questioningly.
He gasps dramatically, one hand lifted to his chest.
“The very thought that I would ever take care of you just because I feel that there is a romantic obligation is ridiculous.”
I roll my eyes, a smile sneaking onto my face. “Okay, you’ve made your point.”
“Good,” he kisses my forehead before brushing away a few stray strands of hair. “You’re not a burden, (Y/N). You have a chronic illness. You can’t control it and you deserve to have someone taking care of you.” He tilts his head to the side, hearing something that my own ears can’t pick up on. “That should be the rice pack. I’ll be back in a moment.”
He speeds off again and is back within seconds holding the pack of rice all wrapped up in a dish towel.
“Where do you want me to place it?”
“I… My back actually hurts a lot. Would you mind sitting behind me to keep it in place?”
Once again his expression softens and he nods.
He carefully shifts my body so he can sit behind me on my bed. With my body positioned between his legs, he places the rice pack on his chest and helps me lay back on him so that my spine aligns with the pack. He then reaches around me and pulls up the blankets to cover the two of us.
“Is this alright?”
I nod. “This is perfect, thank you.”
“It’s not a problem, printsessa.” He says quietly and presses a soft kiss into my hair.
“Still,” I let my head fall back so that my forehead is pressed to the side of his neck. “I appreciate it a lot.”
“I’m glad that I could be a help to you.” He rests his cheek against the top of my head and I feel him smile. “It’s not often something that I have the opportunity to do.”
I feel my eyelids growing heavy, which is a relief considering the pain still has yet to subside at all. “You like me in the role of damsel in distress do you?”
“Not all the time, but occasionally, yes.”
“Well then I’m glad I have you around,” I smile at the image of Pietro sat on a horse in a full suit of armor. “My knight in shining armor.”
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