You were a nurturer by nature. You just couldn't help it. You were basically the mother hen of the Avengers. They all appreciated it, especially when you made sure they all made it to their beds after a night of heavy drinking, usually with your boyfriend Steve's help. You were the one to make sure everyone got enough to eat and plenty of sleep. Whenever one of the team had a nightmare, and that happened often, they came to you. Your calming presence helped soothe them.

While you weren't a doctor, you were there to bandage every cut and tend to every bruise. When someone on the team was sick, you made chicken soup, got tissues and made sure they took their medicine. It seemed like a lot for anyone, but you didn't mind. They were your family and you were definitely made aware of that fact the one day you yourself got sick.

As soon as you woke up that morning, you knew you were sick. Your head was pounding, your nose was stuffy and your throat was scratchy. You groaned and forced yourself to get up. Grabbing your blanket, you wrapped it around your shoulders and left the safe darkness of your room. You trudged down to the kitchen, intent on getting yourself some hot tea and maybe a little toast. The rest of the team was already in the kitchen. "Hey, Y/N! We were beginning to think we weren't going to see you today!" Clint cried when he saw you.

Steve smiled for a brief second, but then he took in the sight of you, red-nosed and clinging to your blanket. "Oh, Doll. Are you sick?" he asked, his baby blues filled with concern. You nodded and stifled a cough in your blanket. In second, Steve was by your side, pulling you into a hug. The team exchanged a glance and leapt into action. "Alright, Avengers! We've got a sick teammate here," Tony said in what he thought was a commanding voice, but he simply made everyone laugh. "Oh, come on!"

Sam placed a hand on Tony's shoulder and Natasha shook her head. "I'll go to the drug store to get tissues and medicine. Steve, you get Y/N back to bed," Natasha said in a no-nonsense tone of voice. "I'll go grab some movies and bring them to your room for you, along with some extra blankets," Clint told you, giving your shoulder a small squeeze. Steve scooped you up in his arms. "I can walk, Steeb," you protested but he ignored you and carried you all the way back to your room.

Notlong after Steve laid you down, Clint came in, his arms loaded down with moviesand blankets. "Thanks, Clint." He nodded and said, "Scoot."You quirked a brow at him, but moved closer to Steve anyway. Clint climbed innext to you. Natasha came in next with your medicine and some tissues. Sheclimbed in the bed on the other side of Steve as he pressed the play button onthe DVD player. One by one, the other Avengers made their way into your room.That's how you ended up in bed with all the Avengers, cuddling and watchingDisney movies while the team took care of you.c�񀍹�