Injured

They were superheroes. That meant they got into lots of fights with supervillains and other crazy people, or aliens, or robots, or something, that tried to kill them.

Because of this, it was a very regular occurrence for one or more of them to get wounded in any given battle.

It was Tommy's turn to get injured, it seemed. Oh well, it had been totally worth it.

Getting injured wasn't that bad. It was afterwards that he hated.

"Thomas, stay still!" Wanda chided, as she came over with heavy-duty first-aid supplies to tend to the gaping wound that was slashed across his chest. "You're losing too much blood. Let me help you."

"First of all, it's 'Tommy' or 'Speed,' not Thomas," Tommy said, running away from her to the other side of the room, hands wrapped around himself to slow the flow of blood as he glared. "And secondly, I don't need help. I am perfectly capable of taking care of my own person."

Billy, who had come out of the fight with only a few small bruises and scrapes (though his magic had been temporarily depleted and so he couldn't help heal anyone), glared at him. "You hypocrite. Only just the other day you were telling me that Avengers shouldn't be afraid to ask for help!*"

"Avengers shouldn't be afraid to ask for help if they need help," Tommy said, glaring back. "You were in a bad way emotionally. You needed help. I do not need help right now. This is just physical, and it's really only a scratch. It's not that bad. I heal fast, I'll be fine." Then he grabbed some medical supplies and was gone.


AN: *Took place in my story Upside Down Smiles