Words: 2516
Pairing: Loki x Reader
Warnings: mentions of injuries, but no graphic depictions.
Summary: Reader gets hurt while trying to turn Hulk back into Bruce Banner. The only place she can thing to go to in Avenger's Tower as it's not too far away. Exhausted and barley able to stand, Reader comes upon Loki and collapses in his arms.
A/N: There will be at least a part 2 to this. just didn't want to make this one too much longer.
The Avengers Tower couldn’t be that far away. You guessed it was about a block maybe two from where you were. Two blocks was a doable distance. You leaned against the wall of a nearby building. You had to keep moving despite everything telling you to stop; to close your eyes and rest. You weren’t sure if you had a concussion or not and if you stopped too long you were afraid you’d passed out. You allowed a few more breaths of rest before pushing off the wall and continuing on.
He didn’t mean it. You knew that was true. Bruce had never intentionally hurt you before nor had the Hulk. It was your fault. You shouldn’t have tried to transform him back on your own. Getting Bruce back from the Hulk was sometimes even hard for actual Avengers, let alone you his very breakable, non-superpower having, sister. Two blocks. You reminded yourself.
You moved at a grueling pace. Aside from the fact that all the muscles in your arms and legs ached, the heel had broken off your left shoe. You supposed you could remove your shoes completely, but the New York City sidewalks weren’t the sort of place anyone wanted to walk barefoot. So you clomped along feeling a bit like a horse. The image would have been funny to you if you weren’t so sore.
You arrived at the private entrance to the Avengers Tower. You typed on your unique access code and the door opened. You were relieved you’d memorized it. It was eight numbers long and it changed randomly for security reasons. You’d argued with Tony once that you’d never need to memorize the code because you’d always have your phone. He mumbled some comment about millennials and their phones before forcing you to memorize the new code anyway.
As always, Tony Stark would get the last laugh. During the incident, you’d managed to lose your phone or it was destroyed. It was hard to remember. Your head was fuzzy. You needed to get help soon. The weariness was beginning to take its toll. You made it to the elevator at the end of the hall and pressed the button. You leaned against the wall and allowed your eyes to close. What floor was medical on again?
The elevator dinged and you heard someone step out. You forced your eyes to open but couldn’t seem to muster the strength to lift your head. You were looking down at a stylish pair of leather shoes. They looked expensive, handmade even, but not something Tony would wear.
“[Y/N]? Whatever’s happened to you?” The voice registered as familiar but you couldn’t place who it belonged to. The fog in your mind was too thick now. You looked up to see Thor’s brother, Loki, towering over you. His face was the last thing you saw before you collapsed.
The next thing you were aware of, was waking up in a bed that was unfamiliar to you. The sheets were soft and silky smooth. The bedspread was a thick woven blanket. It was mostly emerald green but there was a pattern of golden snakes integrated into the design. The bed itself was massive, a king size at least, with an ornate gold frame and a black transparent fabric canopy above you.
“Ah you’re awake.” You looked to your right to see Loki sitting in a gilded chair nearby. He closed the book he’d been reading. It looked like a heavy tome of some sort. Maybe a spell book. He put the book down at the table beside him and got to his feet. “How are you feeling?”
“Where am I?” You asked. You didn’t recognize the room you were in. It was lavishly decorated with large windows that faced the moonlight and a door that seemed to lead out to a balcony. The room was large, much too large to still be in the Avenger’s Tower. You sat up and watched Loki approach you slowly.
“Asgard.” He answered and noticed you shrink away from him. He stopped walking, still five feet away. “I’m not going to hurt you, [Y/N].”
“Why did you bring me here?” You asked.
“You were hurt.” Loki explained softly. “I was looking for Thor and I thought I’d find him at the Tower but he wasn’t there. I was on my way out when you literally fell into my arms.”
“That didn’t answer my question, Loki.” You hadn’t spent much time around the trickster god. Like any New Yorker you’d seen the footage of his attempted hostile takeover. Since then, Thor had assured everyone that he was no longer a threat. Still, you’d personally decided to limit your exposure to him whenever possible. Despite both being siblings of Avengers, it turned out the God of Mischief was easy enough to avoid.
“Well as I said, you were injured and couldn’t exactly tell me how it happened. I thought the safest thing to do was to bring you back here.” He explained. “No one can hurt you here, not even your brother.”
“Bruce would never hurt me.” You said firmly. “That’s not what happened.”
“Alright very well, the Hulk then.” Loki sighed. He wasn’t one to argue semantics.
“I didn’t say…” You tried to argue but Loki cut you off.
“There’s no point in lying for him. I saw it in your mind’s eye.” Loki explained.
“In my…You read my mind?” Suddenly angry.
“Well, it’s not as if you could tell me what happened while you were unconscious.” Loki huffed. “I wanted to know what happened and to make sure we weren’t in immediate danger.”
He’d never understand what it was that Thor liked about Midgardians. You were all so small and fragile and needed everything explained to you. This was not Loki’s area of expertise. Even as children Thor had more experience with coddling. But you’d looked so frail when the god of mischief had come upon you, how could he possibly leave you there?
“I’m not going to allow anything to happen to you, [Y/N].” He told you firmly. “Your safe here on Asgard. You should get some rest. Your injuries were rather severe.”
“I shouldn’t sleep.” You disagreed. “I might have a concussion. I need a doctor. Do you have doctors on Asgard?”
“You don’t need a doctor and you don’t have a concussion.” Loki began to edge towards you again, taking slow measured steps. “I took the liberty of healing you myself.”
“What? Why would you do that?” You asked him. “I don’t have a way of repaying you, I have nothing to offer in return.”
“I’m not asking for…” He was less than a foot away now and trying to explain that he didn’t expect anything in return when there was a loud bang on the chamber door. Loki sprung away at the sudden sound.
“Brother? I know you’re in there!” Thor’s voice boomed from the other side of heavy wooden doors. “Where is [Y/N]?”
Loki rolled his eyes. With an effortless wave of Loki’s hand, the door swung open. Thor came charging into the room and behind him were Tony Stark and your own brother.
“Do not make me ask a third time brother, where is, [Y/N]?” Thor demanded.
“Brother why so hostile?” Loki questioned calmly. “Surely you know I would never cause [Y/N] harm.”
“We all saw the security footage of you taking her. I can play it for you.” Tony offered.
“I assure you all she is perfectly safe in my care.” Loki asserted. “Certainly, safer than when she was being guarded by you three.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Bruce snarled.
“Okay, Okay, Loki you’ve had your fun.” Thor said stepping between them. “Tell us where you’ve taken [Y/N].”
“Some rescue team you three are.” You said when they’d all stopped talking long enough for you to get a word in. You tossed back the covers and started to get out of bed. You realized two things at nearly the same time. Loki’s bed was lifted on a stone platform, sitting it above the rest of the room, and you still felt incredibly weak. You staggered forward slightly as you got to your feet.
“[Y/N]!” Bruce lunge towards you but Loki was already there. He gripped your elbows and held you up right.
“Allow me to help you to the chair?” He asked, nodding to the seat he’d just been sitting in. You nodded. Loki helped you step down from the marble platform and let you set the pace while you walked.
“See, I told you we had nothing to worry about!” Thor proclaimed as he folded his arms over his chest.
“Nothing to…You were the one who was ready to bust down the door.” Tony reminded him.
“Yes, well, Banner was looking rather green before I offered to do so!” Thor argued back.
“Are they always like this?” Loki whispered to you as he helped you lower yourself into his chair.
“Yes.” You whispered back. “Not just them, all the Avengers.”
“No wonder you were on death’s doorstep before you came to them for help.” Loki smirked. He wheeled around on his heels so that he was facing Thor, Tony and Bruce. “Excuse me, Midgard’s Mightiest?” He called to them clearing his throat. “[Y/N] is recovering from some near fatal injuries and your shouting isn’t helping.”
“Fatal?” You watched the color drain from Bruce’s face. He crossed the room towards you. “[Y/N], I’m so…” You held your hand up to stop him.
“I know you didn’t mean it and it was stupid of me to get in your way.” You told him.
“She looks fine to me.” Tony commented. He commanded the AI in his suit to scan you for injuries. “A little banged up, but nothing life threatening.” He said.
“Yes, well, as I’ve been trying to explain, I’ve done a great amount of healing already.” Loki sighed impatiently. “Those bruises might not look like much now but most of them were the size of a baseball. Each one was a hideous purple-black color. Her left ankle had a hairline fracture. Which was awful by the way, I hate mending bones.” He grimaced. “And let’s not forget the concussion…”
“Hang on!” You interrupted. “I thought you’d said I didn’t have concussion.”
“No, I said you don’t have a concussion. Because you don’t anymore, I fixed it for you.” He explained.
“Ah, my brother is one of the finest healers on Asgard!” Thor exclaimed proudly. “When we were young his healing magic was bested by only that of our Queen Mother! Why I remember this one time after he literally stabbed me in the back…”
“Why would you help her?” Bruce questioned suspiciously over Thor’s storytelling.
“Is it so hard to believe that I saw someone who was hurt and took it upon myself to help them?” Loki gasped.
“Yes.” You, Tony and Bruce all said at the same time.
“Well given it was her own brother who had harmed her, perhaps today is a day for surprises.” Loki answered.
“Why were you at Avenger’s Tower any way brother?” Thor questioned.
“I wanted to discuss something with you.” Loki told him. “We can talk about it later. For now, I should like to get [Y/N] back to bed so she can rest.”
“I’m not going anywhere.” Bruce insisted. “I’m staying here, with [Y/N].”
“Actually Bruce,” You chimed in, slowing rising to your feet. “I think I’d like to be alone for a little bit.”
“Well, Dr. Banner, Mr. Stark, should you choose to stay I’m sure arrangements can be made for the two of you to stay here. As long as the King of Asgard has no objections to putting you both up in a pair of guest rooms?” Loki suggested.
“You shall here none from me.” Thor agreed. “Nothing heals this sick faster than being with family and friends.”
“Excellent. Dr. Banner I’ll have them set you up in the Olive Branch room. Very serine, you’ll love it.” Loki smirked.
“There’s an adjoining room to that suit which would suit [Y/N] perfectly.” Thor pointed out. “I’ll have the servants make the arrangements!”
“Well, brother, I was thinking [Y/N] could remain here.” Loki suggested.
“Here? But Loki this is your room!” Thor laughed. Loki didn’t miss a beat as he launched into an explanation.
“Yes, it is.” He didn’t deny it. “However, as I have made [Y/N]’s safely my responsibly, I feel more comfortable having her here in my room, where I have close access to my magic supplies, should she need further healing intervention.”
“That is very sensible and forward-thinking of you, Loki.” Thor nodded, proudly. “Lady [Y/N], do you have any objections to this?”
“Where would you sleep?” You asked Loki.
“A bedroll on the floor of course.” He answered as if it should be obvious.
“Well, I definitely object to kicking you out of your own bed.” You told him.
“I object to you sleeping in the same room as Loki.” Bruce chimed in.
“Be reasonable, [Y/N].” Loki told you with annoyance. “Your body needs rest. What would have taken months to repair I’ve accelerated to mere hours. That would take its toll on even your super soldier friends. A mat on the cold floor stuffed with straw will not give you that.”
“It’s settled then!” Thor clapped his hands together. “Come Banner, Stark, I’ll show you to your rooms.”
“Hang on!” Bruce shook his head. “I think [Y/N] and I should talk about this.”
Thor studied Banner. The scientist looked like he could go on for several hours berating you and Loki with questions. His brow was furrowed, and he was tapping the palm of his hand with his glasses. A surefire sign the doctor’s gears were really turning. Talking was not always something Thor enjoyed. Most often he found conversations were tedious and there wasn’t much brute force couldn’t solve that talking could. When talking seemed to be the only out, he’d always preferred to let Loki run the mental gymnastics with their opponent.
His gaze drifted from the elder Banner sibling to you. You looked as if all the strength you possessed was being used to sit and hold you head upright. If you’d been as injured as Loki said, he supposed you could be. You certainly didn’t look like you’d be well enough to carry on conversing.
“Yes, yes, we’ll sort that all out.” Thor promised. “We’ll let her get some rest and in the morning, you can visit and talk some more.” Like herding a pair of Midgardian sheep, Thor ushered Tony and Bruce out of the room. Another flick of Loki’s wrist and the doors once again closed behind him.
“May I help you back into bed?” Loki asked, offering his hands out to you.
“I still don’t’ understand why you’re being so nice to me.” You told him.
“I know what it’s like to have a brother who doesn’t know his own strength.” Loki told you quietly. “Just because they don’t mean to hurt you, it doesn’t mean the wounds hurt any less.”
A quick comment on my (and basically all) Stark!reader or any character related!reader fics:
These fics aren't only intended for white readers! Though I've only seen very few people be worried about this, but just because Tony, Steve, Bruce, etc. are white doesn't mean such fics are written only for white readers.
Being related to someone extends from being biologically related to adoption, to being step-related through marriage to being taken in as a family member without being biologically related.
This is all up to your imagination and all plausible scenarios, so that anyone (black, latino, white, asian) can enjoy these fics. Hence why many many related character!reader fics keep these details vague and never ever say you're related purely biologically. Also, many of us who write these fics are not white (I myself am an Asian) so we'd never write a white specific reader.
I know for a majority of readers this isn't a problem and they're able to enjoy these fics, but for the few who were worried about this, I wanted to let you know that these fics are open to EVERYONE ❤🧡💛 And are not written to exclude anyone not white.
Summary: Midtown High has an active shooter and Spider-Man saves the Reader and gets to meet her dad, Bruce Banner.
Word Count: 1.1k
Warnings: School shooting (no detailed violence and no one is killed or seriously injured).
Disclaimer: Infinity War neverhappened in this story.
Comments: I changed the request a little bit, I hope you like it. xx
People always say that it’s hard to balance their personal life and their professional life. But what was really hard was balancing your personal life, your school life, your Avenger’s life, and your relationship with Peter and.
You first met Peter through Tony. Ever since your dad went missing after the events of Sokovia, you lived with Tony. Tony took care of your education, switching you to New York’s best science high school, Midtown High, and tried his best to raise you, not that you needed much raising, as you were a teenager. But Tony was your moral support.
And Tony was there to help you with science and trying to figure out what had happened with your father—try to figure out where he went.
You were with Tony when Ross called for the Sokovia Accords and you stood by Tony with signing them. Had the Sokovia Accords existed before, your father wouldn’t have gone missing. It broke your heart to oppose people you considered your family—Steve and Clint the most—but you knew it was the right thing to do.
And that’s how you met Peter, well Spider-Man.
But after the events of Siberia and the Accords fell apart, you remained with Tony, and Tony introduced you to Peter Parker—the Spider-Man. He knew you needed a friend, someone your own age to talk to, and he felt that there was no one more prefect for that role than Peter.
No one at your school wanted to be your friend because the Hulk was your dad and a lot of them were afraid of you and of him. But Peter knew better and Peter was more than happy to be your friend.
The two of you grew close very quickly and before you guys really knew it, you were dating. That wasn’t Tony’s original plan, but he had always been a good wingman…Even if he did just inadvertently set up his two kids.
Your relationship with Peter was nice. He was sweet and funny and the two of you were a great balance, and together were an unstoppable team.
Then Thor showed up at the compound with your dad.
Not that you knew that, of course, because you were at school and there was an active shooter.
Everyone was panicking and trying to stay silent as everyone in your class could hear other students scream and gunshots.
Not that you would have known that your dad was home, even if there wasn’t a shooter because there was no cell signal in your school. But Tony was so preoccupied with Bruce’s return home, that he didn’t realize that a safety alert had gone off.
But it was okay because Peter was in the building. Peter was down the hall in advanced functions. And Peter was Spider-Man and he was going to save everyone.
You didn’t want Peter going up against the gunman, let alone go up against the gunman by himself, but it wasn’t like there was another option.
It wasn’t long after that the gunshots stopped and it wasn’t long after the gunshots stopped that the police opened your door and let you guys leave, your phone forgotten on the classroom floor. When you were walking out of your classroom, you saw the gunman webbed to a set of lockers and Spider-Man shaking the hands of an officer.
Peter was okay. You were okay. Everything was okay.
You waited for Peter behind the school in your usual spot, and about fifteen minutes later, Peter showed up and pulled you into a hug.
He held you for a long while before he started walking you home.
When Peter opened the compound doors, FRIDAY’s voice came over the system. “(Y/N), Mr. Stark would like you to go to the laboratories.”
You looked at Peter uncertainly, but Peter led you towards the labs, his arm never moving from your waist. When Peter opened the lab door, you saw something you thought you’d never see again—your dad.
“(Y/N)?” Your dad asked softly, looking at you from across the room.
You felt tears start to fall from your eyes as you ran across the space to embrace your father. “Dad…”
Bruce hugged you back just as tight, his own tears falling from his eyes.
And just a few feet away from the emotional reunion stood Peter. Peter was very happy that your father was back, that you got your dad back. That was something he desperately wanted himself. But that didn’t stop his own fear from growing.
He might be Spider-Man, but the Hulk would be able to destroy him in a matter of seconds.
And your dad, the Hulk, stood a few feet in front of him and didn’t know that you were dating, that you were dating him.
Peter was scared of what your father’s reaction could be and he started internally freaking out.
He was meeting his girlfriend’s dad for the first time, but it was so much worse because both parties were unprepared, Bruce just got back from who knows where, he was Spider-Man and Bruce was the Hulk.
When you finally pulled back from your dad, you took him by the hand over to Peter. “And this is my boyfriend, Peter. Peter, meet my dad, Bruce.”
Bruce took shook Peter’s hand unsure. “Tony, you didn’t tell me my daughter was dating.”
Peter’s eyes darted to yours, but you smiled at him. “Dad, be nice, he saved my life today.”
At your words, Bruce and Tony both looked at you. “What?”
“Haven’t you seen the news? Midtown High had an active shooter. Spider-Man here stopped the guy before anyone could be killed.” You replied, taking Peter’s hand into your own. Peter continued to look at you with wide eyes.
At your words, Tony pulled out his phone. “Fuck. She’s telling the truth.”
Tony put the hologram up with the news articles of the school shooting and Spider-Man saving the day.
“Fuck.” Tony cursed to himself. “I should have been there.”
Peter reached out to Tony. “Mr. Stark, it’s okay. I was there and no one got hurt.”
Bruce looked at Peter for a moment before giving him a hug. “Thank you for saving her.”
Peter stood frozen for a moment, not knowing what to do before returning your father’s hug. “It was my pleasure?”
When Bruce pulled back, he patted Peter on the shoulder before pulling you into another hug. “Though, Tony, you never told me my daughter was dating. Or that she was dating a guy who calls himself Spider-Man.”
You laughed into your dad’s shoulder and Peter cringed internally.
Peter was going to have an interesting relationship with your dad, to say the least.
