"Tony, it's nothing, I'm fine. Go to sleep," you mutter to your concerned partner as he picked your brain for information on the huge bruise that was forming on your abdomen from a fight earlier today on the mission you were assigned to.

Tony was hesitant to let you go, for this very reason exactly. But you were too stubborn to listen, especially since they could use your fighting skills just as well as they could use Iron Man's rocket launchers.

"You are not fine, you have a bruise on your stomach and you won't listen to me." Tony complains, now standing up and pacing the room in a pair of sweatpants and a tank top. "Please, baby, just let me take a look at it."

"Tony. It's literally just a bruise. In a few days it'll be fine."

He sighed heavily, "If you wake up and you're dead, don't come crying to me."

"To be honest, if I was dead, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be able to do much of fuckin anything."

He crawled into the bed beside you, careful not to touch your abdomen, since that's how he found the bruise in the first place. As much as Tony hated you for not going to him about it when you first got home over five hours ago, if you did end up having some sort of problem, he'd help you in a heartbeat.

A few hours later, this was just the case.

"Tony, wake up, please." You beg, pulling on his collar to his tank top, as if that'd do anything. He stirred slightly before looking down at you.

You sat there, struggling. You wanted to put a hand over your stomach, that's how bad it hurt, but when you did, the sharp pain that followed definitely wasn't worth it.

"If I admit you were right will you please help me? It hurts so bad." You practically sob. He jumps gracefully out of the bed.

"Stay here. It'll only hurt more if I carry you." he instructs. You stay down as told. Suffering through the blinding pain as he rushes down to his lab to gather his phone. Why he left it down there was beyond him.

Tony wasn't a medical profession, and this was definitely a medical problem. Looking it over with an x-ray was something he could do, but at this point he didn't need an x-ray to know you needed help.

The ambulance pulled up, and they were on the elevator in seconds. Placing you gently on a gurney and wheeling you back out to the truck.

You were stuck somewhere in the fetal position. You couldn't bring yourself anywhere near it. The pain in your abdomen restricting you.

Tony knew it wasn't the most serious injury you've gotten, but he was still pretty worried. It's not really everyday you just have a bruise that makes even sleeping a living hell.

He drove to the hospital an hour later, allowing the doctors to work and him to rationalize the problem in his head. And inform the rest of the team of the situation. To be honest, part of him didn't want to see you, knowing that if you were unconscious, he'd have to suffer through the long wait of seeing you awake and okay.

He arrived faster than he had hoped, but nonetheless made his way inside the building quickly.

"Y/N L/N?" he asked the receptionist.

"Room three hundred sixty b" she replied after a quick scan of her clipboard full of registered patients. He nodded and took off towards your room. He was well aware he probably looked like a mess, getting dressed in an AC/DC t-shirt from a really long time ago, a pair of denim jeans that were slightly ripped and worn from his work in the lab. His hair was also lazily taken care of. He was too in a rush to get to you to honestly fix himself properly, but he was also trying to postpone his arrival.

He knocked on the door. Eventually, someone left him in. He watched the door open, and was relieved to find it was you who opened it.

"What took you so long, Stark?" You ask with a small smile. He returned it and stepped in the room after you opened the door a little more to let him in.

"Sorry, I wanted the doctors and the people who actually had a clue on how to help you get to you first." he admitted, "And I was a little tied up with explaining to Steve and Natasha you weren't dead."

You laugh at his response, fully aware that was a very Steve and Natasha thing to do.

"So they ran an x-ray," a doctor says, walking in the room, "Oh, Mr Stark. Hello."

Tony gave him a small wave and a half smile, and the Doctor continued.

"They ran an x-ray and apparently you had a few broken ribs, and one of then just so happened to cut your diaphragm lining just enough that it felt like someone had stabbed you."

"Reassuring," Tony comments.

"No, that's how she described her pain." The doctor says seriously.

"I'm not gonna even try to defend myself, go ahead and laugh."

Tony was already laughing at his words however.

"We'll do a few surgeries to get you back in line."

"Sounds good." You respond, and the doctor walks out. "Thanks for helping me, by the way."

"It was them who did the x-ray, not me." Tony says, confused.

"I meant for not just saying 'screw you' and leaving me to internally bleed to death."

"Oh, well, I contemplated it." he shrugs. You only laughed and kissed him on the lips lightly.

"Now I have to recover from surgeries and shit before I can go anywhere else."

"Certainly not on anymore missions."

"Ugh, you can't stop me."

"Yes I can."

"I hate you."

"Love you too, Y/N."