Marvel Imagines

      "Are you sure she'll be alright?"

      Peter had been pacing the room for nearly an hour, nails bitten down to stubs.

      Tony Stark sighed heavily, clapping a hand on the younger boy's tense shoulder. "I have the best surgical team working on her. She will be fine."

      When Peter continued to stare at the girl on the other side of the glass, Tony exhaled, crossing his arms. "Look, kid. Your girlfriend-whoever she is - I promise, you'll get her back without a scratch.

      "I'm sorry, Mr. Stark, but I had nowhere else to go, and I couldn't trust any nearby hospitals." he grimaced. "I've had a couple run ins."

      "And she's not my girlfriend!" he added hastily, rubbing his neck awkwardly. "Just a friend, er, from school."

     Tony smirked, glancing at you once more. "Whatever you say, kid. She's a good catch."

     Peter only flushed once more, stealing another glimpse at your unconscious figure in bed. "Are you sure she's going to be-"

      "Yes!"

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      The sharp, stinging agony pounding in your side was the first thing that registered as you awoke.

     You bit back a groan, blinking rapidly as the fluorescent lights shone far too brightly in your eyes, rubbing at your eyes.

     "Hello?" you called out, taking in the empty room, and forcing down the panic.

     "What the hell is this?" you muttered, blinking widely at the expensive looking surgical room, as well as the hospital gown you were in, clambering out of the bed.

     You legs refused to support your weight, and you collapsed with a cry, accidentally pushing several items to the floor as you fell.

     "Miss (Y/L/N)?" a man in a white medical coat.

     "Who are you? Where am I?" you demanded, crawling back to hide behind the bed, glaring at him.

     "You're at Stark Tower, and I'm one of the doctors who worked on your surgery."

     You sputtered, only to reach down to feel your abdomen, exhaling sharply at the white bandage wrapped around it.

     "(Y/N)?"

     Another man came into the room, one who you recognised much more.

     "Captain America?" you stuttered, eyes wide.

      He chuckled awkwardly, rubbing his neck. "I-er, prefer Steve Rogers, but yep, that's me."

      A pen came flying out of nowhere, which he barely dodged, and he dove behind a bed when a book followed, shielding his head.

      "You might be Captain America, but that doesn't mean I automatically trust you!"

      You yelled, shrinking down as another twang of pain shot through your body, breathing heavily.

      "(Y/N)?"

      A much more familiar voice called your name tentatively, and you snapped back up, eyes wide.

     "Peter?"

      He was standing there, approaching cautiously, Tony Stark behind him.

      "Why am I here?" you asked desperately, hand pressed to your wound. "The last thing I remember is- are you okay? You were hurt, weren't you?"

      You pulled yourself up, only to collapse when your legs gave out, crying out in pain.

      "(Y/N)!"

      Peter caught you as you fell, barely reaching you in time. You stared at him, eyes furrowing.

      "What the hell is going on?" you whispered, clutching at him as though he might disappear if you didn't hold on tightly enough.

     "You were shot," Peter explained softly. "By one of men who attacked us."

      "But why am I here? Why Stark Tower?"

       He chuckled nervously. "Yeah, about that, it's a long story."

      You raised an eyebrow, which quickly turned to a wince. "Do you want to, you know, put me down now?"

       He flushed as he realised your position, setting you down as if you were on fire. "Sorry."

You cleared your throat, glancing at the two men behind him, one of which you had thrown a book at previously. "I apologize for, uh, my earlier behavior. I didn't know where I was, and, you know, it made me scared."

Steve laughed, as did Tony, who snickered, slapping the larger man on the shoulder before shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Parker here seemed really panicked when he carried you in here." Tony winked at you, "you've got a good boyfriend, kid."

It was your turn to flush, as you cleared your throat, drawing the thin hospital gown around you more tightly.

"He's not-uh, we're not dating." You denied furiously, as Peter glanced away, smiling forcibly.

"I'll, um, go away now." Peter said, shuffling towards the door. "So you can rest." He added.

You turned to Steve and Tony, head tilted curiously. "Is something wrong with Peter?"