So I made a post on tumblr asking people to send me an ask with a pairing and a prompt and I had so much fun writing this. This is just part one in case I get asked for a part two or decide to elaborate but you can read the whole thing here if I do add more parts.
Anyway, this was the prompt: So, can I ask for Stony from MCU with the prompt "Tont gets injured in a battle and Steve goes all mother hen?"
So yeah. Enjoy!
Tony limped into the tower, the last pieces of his suit being taken away by JARVIS. He was bruised and bleeding but he was used to it. Being a super hero had it's risks.
Steve looked up from his book to greet him, his smile vanishing when he saw the gash along Tony's cheek. Immediately he was standing, making his way over to the shorter man. "Tony, what happened?" he asked, reaching out to cradle his face but pulling his hand back.
"It's nothing," Tony said, "I've had worse." He briefly flashed back to the shrapnel and arch reactor. "I'll be fine with a good night's rest."
"Oh no you don't," Steve frowned, grabbing Tony's wrist and pulling him over to the couch. Fighting against him was useless, if Steve had his mind set on something you just had to let him do it.
He sat Tony down, a firm expression gracing his face. "Stay there," he said, leaving to the kitchen. Tony sighed, slumping into the couch and throwing his feet up on the coffee table. "Feet off the table, Tony," Steve called from the kitchen. Tony rolled his eyes but out his feet back on the floor. He was tired, he didn't want to deal with an even more upset Steve.
A few minutes later Steve came back with a bowl of soup and a first aid kit. Tony gave him a funny look before moving over a bit for Steve to sit down. Steve put the soup on the table and opened the first aid kit. He pulled out a small box of antiseptic wipes. "This might sting," he warned, pulling Tony closer a bit so he would reach the wound.
Tony hissed as the wipe made contact but grit his teeth and let Steve continue. It was a general unspoken rule among the rest of the Avengers to not deny Steve when he was in 'Mother Hen' mode as they called it. Just let him do his thing and you'd be free to carry on. Tony relaxed into Steve's grip, enjoying the contact.
"Almost done," Steve said, dabbing at the wound a bit more before bringing out a small tube of skin glue. "This will sting a bit as well," he warned before bringing it to the wound. Tony gasped and jerked away a bit, Steve stating up a string of apologies and condolences. "I'm sorry, Tony," Steve murmured, hugging Tony as he put the skin glue back.
Tony patted his arm, "It's alright, Steve," he smiled tiredly.
"Do you have anymore wounds?"
"Some bruises," Tony admitted, "but those will be fine in a few days."
"Are you sure?" Steve asked, his eyes warm. "I don't need to kiss any of them better?"
Tony blushed slightly. "N-no, it's fine, really."
"If you say so," Steve sighed, pulling the smaller man into his lap. "I don't like when you get hurt, Tony."
Tony said nothing for a moment before nodding. "I'm sorry."
"Drink your soup," Steve said, pressing his nose to Tony's shoulder. "I'll make sure you don't get hurt anymore. I promise."
Status updates:
1) I'm working on a handful of other stories for you guys but they're going really slow because I'm currently dealing with a bunch of personal things.
2) I have two stories I'm mainly working on, one of them is a Homestuck fanfic ans the other I just started and is an Undertale fanfic that's going to take a while because it's really heavy.
3) I will hopefully write a Halloween fic for this year since Halloween is almost here.
Thanks for sticking around! -Sketchy
