#clint barton preference

“It’s alright, it’s just a few bruises and cuts. You probably hit your head when you fell, that’s why you’re dizzy.”

“How bad is it?”

“You’ll survive,” he said smiling, “Now come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

“Did I at least look badass?”

“Right now, not really. While doing the thing I explicitly said you should not try? A bit, yeah,” he said smiling. 

“Cool!”

“No, not cool! But we’ll work on it. Now, come on.”

You tried to take a few steps but stumbled as you were still dizzy. He wrapped an arm around your waist, helping you reach the infirmary. 

He’s very careful when cleaning your cuts and bandaging your wounds.

“It will sting a bit, just a heads up,” he said before using an alcohol wipe on your forehead.

“A bit!” you say wincing, “when do you think we can go back to training?”

“Now, slow down. We still need to put band-aids on those cuts and ice on your bruises. They could use a little help to heal quicker.”

He makes it a point to explain everything he does just so you know what to do if you ever get hurt on a solo mission.

Even if you want to go back to training as soon as possible, he always finds a way to keep you distracted long enough for you to heal properly.

Strange:

He takes every precaution to ensure you won’t hurt anyone or yourself while training. You mostly train in the mirror dimension to make sure you don’t destroy anything as well or end up getting hurt by your own collateral damage. But he forgot that you could hurt yourself by pushing your limits too far.

“Strange…?” you asked, worry in your voice.

“What’s going on?” he said touching down from where he’s been levitating.

“Is… is it supposed to burn?” you said, looking down at your hands.

“Is what supposed to burn? Y/N?” he asked, now coming towards you, “Y/N, talk to me.”

Your hands were burning so badly. Your vision got blurry and you started falling. Strange caught you before you could hit the ground, sitting down with you, your head on his chest.

“My hands,” you finally said, your voice shaking, “they’re burning…”

“That last blast was a lot, it’s just residual energy, you’re okay,” said Strange trying to keep you and himself calm.

This was one of his biggest fears, you getting hurt, but more specifically your hands getting hurt when he could prevent it.

“It’s not!” you screamed, “it won’t go away like it usually does! Strange do something… please,” you said now pleading, tears in your eyes.

He placed both hands on yours and mumbled something. The burning slowly went away, only leaving a tickling sensation in your fingertips. You sighed, resting back your head on Strange.

“Thanks,” you whispered.

“Next time, you take things slower? This happened because you tried too quickly to do something you couldn’t completely control. Energy got stuck in your hands and couldn’t get out. I’ll teach you how to disperse it in your body like I just did, but promise you’ll warn me next time you try something like that?”

“Sure.”

All that left you exhausted and Strange knew it. He carried you into your room and let you rest for a while. He will use teaching you the new spell as an excuse to keep you from training for a while. He’ll pretend that it’s to give you time to get back on your feet but truthfully, it’s because he got really scared of something bad happening and could use the break himself.

Tony:

It took everything for him to train with you. You had to beg for weeks. He always found an excuse. He had meetings, conferences, missions, villains to defeat. One time he even completely disappeared for a few days before coming back with a nice tan. You even began to doubt his excuses were true.

“I have to learn physico-chemistry of cold plasma by tomorrow,” he said.

“That’s not even a real thing,” you grumbled.

But he eventually agreed. While he was more experienced than you, he treated you as an equal and didn’t hold back. He was not aiming to hurt you, on the contrary, but he wanted this to be as realistic as possible. You got a few good hits in but had to fall back. As you turned around, ready to dodge the next wave of attacks, your foot caught on something and the blast hit you square in the chest. You fell hard on your back, your breath cut by the impact. You laid there for a second trying to breathe again.

“Y/N?” he asked.

You didn’t answer. You could barely breathe, how could he expect you to answer. But this was Tony Stark. You had to get back up, you couldn’t look weak in front of him.

“You okay?” he called again, this time closer.

You shut your eyes and bit your lower lip trying to get the pain to leave your body. As if it was that easy. You tried to get up but quickly gave up.

“Y/N, are you… shit, this is exactly why I didn’t want to train…”

“I’m fine,” you said, opening your eyes, “Just taking a little break.”

You tried to smile, but the pain was too much.

“A break, uh? Maybe I’ll take one with you then,” he said lying next to you.

It took a minute but you finally got your breathing under control.

“You okay, kid,” he asked.

“Think so,” you said.

“Now, come on,” he said getting up and offering you a hand, “We’re getting you checked out.”

“I feel fine,” you said, yet still winced as you got up.

“Y/N, don’t… see this is why I train alone! So stuff like this doesn’t happen!”

He looked away from you. You could see tears in his eyes.

“But… I’m okay…” you said before painfully taking a few steps toward him.

You hugged him, carefully resting your head on his shoulder.

“I’ll be okay, this wasn’t your fault,” you added, whispering.

“I-…” he started pushing you away from him, “let’s get you checked out and then will grab something to eat. Burgers?”

Yelena:

You couldn’t really tell if she was happy or not to train with you. Not that you had to convince her. You had grown really close to one another since you met and had hoped she would say yes, as you were eager to learn from her. And she did, she agreed right away, but still, you couldn’t tell how she felt about it.

The training was going well. She showed you a few new moves and you had no problems learning them. You even managed to use them against her. This probably hurt her ego, as she doubled down on the attacks. Nothing too dangerous, but you could feel the pressure rising. Both of you wanted to show off to the other by trying more and more complicated hits.

Then it happened. She hit you right in the face, making you lose balance and stumbled. As you tried to shake the dizziness away, she landed another blow right in your ribs. You rolled away, trying to avoid any more hits.

“What,” she said, “Tired?”

You closed your eyes moaning, you could feel your side throbbing.

“Come on, Y/N! I know you got more in you. You did good when you did the jab and then the kick and the other kick. You can still do good. Get up!”

You actually liked that she was still pushing you to continue. If this had been a real fight, you would at least need to get up and get to safety. You could help but smile at the thought of you two, out there, fighting side by side. 

You sat up, feeling around your ribs. Not broken, thankfully.

“Y/N? Please get up…” Yelena said, now closer to you.

“I… I’m alright,” you said, looking up at her.

“Y/N, I am so so sorry…” she said but then stopped.

You couldn’t tell if it was only worry or if she was actually about to cry.

“I swear, Yelena,” you said, “I’m okay, but are you?

“We need to get you fixed,” she said holding out a hand, not answering your question.

“If we get me fixed, will you be okay?” you asked taking her hand and getting up.

“Maybe… but they need to fix you really good.”

“I’m sure they will,” you said offering a smile.

Clint Barton

Your sense of humor. To anyone who really knew the famed archer, it was basic knowledge to know that Clint had an affinity for a good sense of humor - believing himself to have one of the best. When he had gotten to know you a little better, he was ecstatic to finally have someone to joke around with and not have to worry about poor timing or moody reactions. You were always willing to have a laugh, especially in the midst of a serious or daunting situation. You had your share of dad jokes, cheesy puns, borderline offensive nicknames for everyone on the team, and so many other quips that Clint thrived off of. He found himself eager to be around you whenever he could, ready to bounce his latest joke off of you and just enjoy your company.

Natasha Romanoff

Your leadership skills. Natasha had saught a sense of security all of her life, especially since she had turned her life around and joined S.H.I.E.L.D.’s forces. When you later joined the team, you were able to bring each Avenger together and help them through their many differences - even Tony and Steve. Even out in the chaos of a mission, you had the ability to wrangle the team and find a way through every unforeseen situation. You had established a strong definition of unity for the team, determined to keep everyone together, and she loved you for that. 

Bruce Banner

Your intelligence. Bruce loved the fact that he could carry on an intellectual conversation with someone who could keep up with him when he was in his zone. Whether it was science, technology, or just the elaborate store of vocabulary you kept under your belt, he adored every bit of it. You didn’t even need to know all that much about his field of work to seem genuinely interested in his passions and he loved entertaining your interests as well. 

Peter Parker

Your nerdiness. Peter couldn’t believe he had met a girl who was just as obsessed with Star Wars as he was. Sure, he wasn’t ignorant to the fact that girls could be nerds, but he had just never met one in person - at least not one as full of so many amazing qualities as you were. You were kind, funny, sharp-minded, and totally enthralled with anything to do with your fandoms, and never missed a beat when he used one of his many fandom-related references in day-to-day conversation. Not to mention you were downright beautiful. He enjoys nothing more than the hours he spends with you and Ned talking about movies, comics, and music, and especially the times you help them build their limited edition LEGO sets without a hint of judgement. You were something special. 

Scott

Your laugh. Scott couldn’t get enough of it. Since the first moment he had heard your real laughter, unkempt and wild, he had been finding ways to bring it out of you - which he succeeded at more times than not. There was something about the way that expression of joy left you breathless for air with little crinkles at the corners of your sparkling eyes. It was adorable. Being able to have that effect on you was one of the few things he could truly take pride in, and he would happily spend the rest of his life doing just that.

Heimdall

Your eyes. He is always careful to study a person’s eyes upon meeting them, knowing them to be the window to a person’s very soul; their innate being. When he looked into yours, he saw a mix starlight and wonderment. He could see from the very start that you had an honest soul - you sought no ill will upon anyone around you. You were good, passionate, and pure. You had captivated him with just a single glance and he found himself relentlessly drawn to you. 

Loki

The way you speak to him. Loki had spent a lifetime surrounded by voices fueled with negativity and condescension, apart from the voice of his mother. He had been the brunt of cruel jokes from the Warriors Three, blamed for his brother’s numerous misgivings as children, and forced to accept Odin’s distaste for him. When you came along, he had expected no different from you - but you proved him wrong. You spoke to him in a way no one, save his beloved mother, had ever spoken to him. 

You regarded him with respect as a noble, which most people had try to strip from him all of his life. Your kindness, which overflowed in abundance around him, warmed his soul with pleasure. Your tone was never anything less than sincere. Even when you grew frustrated with him, you were mindful to respect his triggers and could express your anger truthfully in love, without malice or hatred. When you laughed, you laughed with him, and not at him. Your compliments and endless affirmations of his worth gave him a since of residual positivity about himself. He found himself eager to see you and speak with you - he knew you would never dismiss him or abandon him. Because of you, he had begun to like himself as he was, not for what anyone told him he could never be.

Thor

Your compassion. Thor had known a great many people in his lifetime, noble and ordinary, and had yet to meet anyone with a heart as big as yours. You had seen him as more than just a stuck-up prince from the very beginning and had helped him see past himself and shed his arrogant scales. You never asked for anything more than simple kindess and in return, you gave your heart so fully to every cause. In many ways, you had taught him how to see with his heart and not so much his power or his royalty. You’d shown him how to see through the eyes of his people, and not just as their ruler. He wishes he could be as compassionate and selfess as you are. 

Brunnhilde  

Your combat skills. To say Valkyrie was impressed the day you slayed three Sakaar Imperials with one clean swing of your blade was an understatement. They had been looming in the distance, their weapons aimed for her head, as she fought of a hoard of junk hunters. The imperials had been out for her for a few weeks, ever since she had gained the special favor of the Grandmaster for her delivery of new gladiators or scum. Your swift decision to aide her saved her life. She hadn’t trusted the sword of anyone other than herself since the massacre of her fellow Valkyrie until she met you. She admired your skill and determined demeanor in a fight, as well as your ability to sense a sour situation. You had grown on her.

Peter Quill 

Bucky

Bucky was good at relating without bringing his own struggles into the conversation. He has fought with depression and PTSD for a while, but he did it alone for most of his life. That was what Bucky was dead set on getting across: his person does not have to go through this alone. The team had a strong loyalty and they would support their friend through anything. But Bucky, of all of them, felt the closest to his person. He wished he could take their pain away completely, and he would if he could, but in the meantime he does everything in his power to support them and make sure they are never alone, especially when they really need it.

Clint 

Clint never demanded anything of the people he cared about; he always met them exactly where they were, even on the lowest days. When his person reached a low point, finding themselves unable even to get out of bed and go about their day, Clint simply met them where they were. He has an acute sixth sense for exactly what they need. If it was to get out and get some fresh air, he was waiting with car keys in hand. If it was to talk it out, his ears were wide open. And if it was simply a comforting touch and to feel like they weren’t alone, Clint would kick off his boots and crawl into bed next to them. He always knew what to do.

Sam 

Sam is wonderful at talking and listening, but he’s not pushy about it. He is equally good at just being there and staying quiet. But regardless of what he was doing, Sam was always communicating. He always knows exactly what to say and exactly what to not say. Where Clint is the master of action, Sam is the master of words. He offers a sense of comfort and safety, a freedom to express anything that needs to said or that his person needs someone to hear. He doesn’t put words in their mouth or feel personally offended if they need to express something negative or even expect them to say anything at all if they don’t want or need to.

Scott 

At first Scott had to ask what he could do. He cared a lot about his person but was unsure the best way to help. But he learned, as time went by, how to communicate without overwhelming or intruding. Although he was a thief and a secret agent, Scott was surprisingly honest when the time called for it. So he did his best to be honest and open with his person’s feelings when they were really struggling. Comforting was not his forte, but he was ready to help and spared no expense in making sure his person knew that when they needed something, he was their guy. He was a true best friend when the time called for it; maybe he doesn’t always know exactly what to say or do, but he will always have your back.

Sharon 

Like Steve, Sharon was very stable and dependable. But she was also surprisingly caring. When her person was having a bad mental health day Sharon would take action, doing things to help make them more comfortable and to help them feel secure and loved. She treated these days much like a mother would treat their child when they have the flu; with tenderness, healing, and rest. She demanded nothing of them and did her best to encourage feeling better, not because they were “ill” or anything was wrong with them, but because she wanted her person to feel well and happy. There is no lack of love in these moments from Sharon.

Steve 

Steve is steadfast and loyal to his person. He is the rock. He doesn’t judge, or feel resentful, or ever feel like his person is a burden in anyway. It never occurs to him that that would even be a possibility. He just takes it one moment at a time, offering as much support as he can without question. Being needed or dependable or even just being able to love someone without question gives him a feeling of purpose. Regardless of what his person says or does, or what they require of him along the way, Steve’s love and loyalty is full-hearted and unshakable.