Little stark is sick // avengers · Y/n story by @fanficreaderr

The world is a blur of fever-bright light and deep, rolling nausea. The sheets are damp with sweat, sticking to Y/n’s skin. Every breath feels thick, every sound from the hallway outside the bedroom door is amplified and distorted.

Tony Stark

voice strained, just outside the door Her temperature’s been 104 for twelve hours, Pep. That’s not a flu. That’s a hostile takeover.

Pepper Potts

voice tight with controlled panic The doctors ran every test. They said it has to run its course. We just have to keep her hydrated and comfortable.

Steve Rogers

calm, authoritative Has Bruce had a look at the bloodwork himself?

Bruce Banner

muffled, further away I’ve looked. Three times. It’s… perplexing. There’s an elevated white cell count, but the markers aren’t pointing to any known bacterial or viral strain I can identify.

Natasha Romanoff

cool, analytical Could it be environmental? Something in the Tower?

Thor Odinson

booming, then hushed Perhaps a malady of the spirit! The healers of Asgard speak of such—

Bucky Barnes

a low grunt Let’s rule out poison first.

Closer, right by the doorframe, a different presence. Peter Parker hasn’t moved from his post on the floor for hours. His back is against the wall, knees drawn up. He’s staring at his hands, flexing his fingers slowly, helplessly.