you want me to be yours (well then you gotta be mine)
by baseline
Peter had completely expected everyone to fawn over MJ, because let’s be honest, he does it himself on a daily basis. What he hadn’t expected, however, was for her to kiss him and then for everyone to come up and give him the shovel talk. On her behalf. When they weren’t even dating for real.
“How is this my life?” he moans at the ceiling, shoving his face into his pillow before the ceiling can do something stupid like respond.
(or, 5 times they pretended + 1 time they didn't.)
Welp, my family (including me) caught COVID. Not my mom though(hopefully). So to handle feeling like utter shit, I'ma make a prompt on my favorite characters felling like shit!
Prompt: Ironman and Hawkeye are in a battle with Hydra, being pushed into a corner away from the others. After being knocked out via emps and stun shots, Tony and Clint are kidnapped.
Later they wake up locked in separate cages. They find out there is a third cage. Inside is Loki, looking bad. Ragged breaths and appearing quite ill. Tony and Clint felt fear down their spins. Loki, nor Thor, couldn't get sick from human illness. What Loki was going through must have been Hydra's doing.
Then their cages started to fill with gas. Both men tried to hold their breath, knowing that it was probably the virus that infected Loki. They didn't last long. Each breath they took in was a burning sensation, already becoming harder to breathe at all. Fever, chills, pain in every muscle to a debilitating degree, it hit both Tony and Clint like a train full force.
Tony had it worse, his arc reactor already making it hard to gain air. He was clawing at his throat desperately. Clint was trying to stop coughing, each time failing. He could feel how his throat was already raw and dry.
Loki was curled up in a ball completely focused on himself, but was also trying to move closer to the glass. He was trying to reach Clint and Tony. To at least save them from this messed up fate.
Then a familiar roar echoed the facility, all the way to where the three were hidden. Hope burned within the group that they would potentially make it out of this alive, or at best receive justice.
Soon Natasha breached the room. Quickly scanning around before running to a terminal. She stops the cages gas chambers, quickly typing in something else. The virus gas was vacuumed out of the boxes and replaced with a new relief. Not a cure but more like an epidural. Tony barely escaped blacking out from chocking, sucking in oxygen deeply. Clint is panting, his throat in pain and so dry. And Loki? He was curled up on the floor of his cage, trying to calm down.
It didn't take long for the rest of the avengers to arrive, Thor sprinting towards his brother. The three soon find themselves in quarantine, Nick having sent a medical team to help them. Tony, Clint, and Loki were under monitor in case they had a declining health status.
The avengers waited by their side when they could, assuring them that they weren't going to leave them. They also made it clear that they were definitely in time out and would in fact be babied when they got home.
They didn't mind at all.