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SUMMARY Saving the Avengers was never supposed to be your job. You were only there to treat their injuries—not become the one person Earth’s mightiest heroes refused to survive without. But somehow, every mission ends the same way. Tony refuses another nurse. Steve insists he’s fine while bleeding. Thor turns a minor injury into an Asgardian tragedy. Natasha only trusts you. Clint actively searches the Tower for you. And Bucky Barnes? Let’s just say he would rather sit with a dislocated shoulder for hours than let anyone else touch him. Being the Avengers’ nurse should have been simple. Instead, you somehow became their favorite person, their personal medic, and the only thing standing between them and a very embarrassing death. Because apparently, saving the world is easy. Taking care of themselves? Not so much.