This is a request from mushroom_queen14 and it's based off the song by Chord Overstreet of the same name! I hope you guys enjoy :)

TW: This imagine will deal with heavy topics like an attempt on life. Seriously, this isn't a light chapter. Do not feel like you have to read this if it's too much, and know I am absolutely hear to listen if you ever just wanna talk.

It was a normal day. You woke up, went on your run, grabbed some breakfast, showered, and changed into some lounging clothes- leggings and a hoodie. At first, you thought about sitting and reading a book for the day. That was always a good day.

But as you were trying to figure out which book you wanted to power through today, you stopped and thought about Tony. Usually on these kinds of days, he'd be doing something in his lab then come upstairs and take a nap with you, then he'd wake up and distract you enough from your book and convince you to watch a movie with him.

As much as you loved that process, you thought about starting the day with him. Maybe binge a favorite trilogy or something.

So, you left and started going to the lab. You hummed something along the way. The day had barely even started and you were already in a good mood.

"Tony?" you called out as you entered his lab. To your shock, it was empty. "Hmm."

You turned around and left, checking his room next. Maybe he was really slow getting out of bed this morning. You've had those days, too. He had a TV in his room, you'd be happy with doing the movie watching in there.

When you got to his room, you knocked on his door. "Tony?" you called out, a little more gently than you did earlier. When there was no answer, you carefully opened the door. "Tony?"

His bed was empty. Is wasn't made, though, so he'd been in it. Some days you'd find his bed neat and made, meaning he'd fallen asleep somewhere else. Usually his lab.

You entered the room fully and looked around. "Tony?" you tried again, louder. Your eyes landed on the bathroom door, which was shut.

Repeating what you did at his bedroom door, you waited to hear any sort of movement. Nothing. You were starting to get unsettled, so you tried the doorknob and found it locked. This definitely did not make you feel any better.

"Shit, Tony, you better not have fallen asleep in there with the door locked," you mumbled. That was certainly it. Nothing else.

You got down on your stomach and looked under the crack in the door. What you was was Tony's back to you. Meaning he was also on the floor.

There was something else that unsettled you, though.

You sprung back up to your feet and pounded on the door. "Tony!" Nothing was budging. Panic was setting in faster and faster. You started body slamming the door, and could feel it start to move.

"Come on, come on, come on," you panicked.

The door finally gave out, and swung open to show you the scene before you. Tony was laying on the floor, blood surrounding him, the weapon of choice laying nearby.

You screamed. A blood curdling kind of scream. The kind you hear in horror movies. The kind that gives people chills and haunts their nightmares.

Dropping to your knees, you rolled him towards you and held him close. "No, no, no, no, please God no, Tony, no, no, no," you begged. The tears were cascading down your face in a way that made you think it would never stop. You put the side of your head to his chest and could hear the weak heartbeat still trying.

"(Y/n)? (Y/n)!" You turned around when you heard the familiar voices calling out for you.

"Thor! Steve, help, please!" you cried out. A second later, they were rushing into Tony's room and over to you. "I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do."

Thor kneeled down beside you. "We need to take him to the hospital," Steve said, then he hurried out, calling out things that you didn't hear. He was right. It was the weekend, there were no medical staff in the med-bay.

"Let me," Thor said, quietly. You looked at him, and realized you weren't strong enough to carry Tony out. You nodded, and reluctantly let go of him. Thor immediately picked him up and hurried out of the room.

You followed close behind, grabbing a small stuffed animal from Tony's nightstand. One you had given him that he loved. You hoped it would help.

You, Thor, and Steve hurried into one of the cars and sped off. Thor nor Steve could drive, so you were the one behind the wheel. Laws of the road didn't apply, and at one point you faintly heard Steve tell FRIDAY to alert the hospital and the authorities so they wouldn't stop the car.

At the hospital, Tony was taken from you guys right away. You barely had the chance to process what was going on before Steve and Thor were carefully ushering you to a waiting room.

It was all so unreal. It had been a normal day. You thought back to what you could've done better. Was it something you did? Something you didn't do?

You were so lost in your thoughts, you barely noticed when others came in. It wasn't until someone put a gentle hand on your shoulder than you jumped and realized. Your older brother, Clint, was the one.

"How you holding up, kiddo?" he asked quietly, moving to take the seat next to you.

You shook your head, and the emotions you were holding back were coming to the surface, tears already watering your eyes. "I-I... did I do something wrong?" you asked him, your voice cracking midway through.

Clint instantly pulled you into a hug and let you cry into his shoulder. "No, (Y/n), it's... I can tell you it is so much more complicated than that. We don't know why, all we know is we need to be there for him, okay?"

You nodded, but guilt continued to eat at you as you all waited. You realized you were still wearing the clothes you found him in, with blood on the knees and on your chest and arms.

The realization made you feel like your skin was suddenly on fire, and you wanted nothing more than to rip the horrible reminders off your body.

"(Y/n)!" You looked up and saw Wanda hurrying in, a bag in her hand. "I'm sorry I wasn't faster, here's something to change into."

You nearly broke down again, but kept it together and accepted the bag with a silent nod. It felt good to take the bloody clothes off. You put them in the bag and held on tight to it back in the waiting room.

Whatever was on those clothes was also what you had left of Tony. For now, hopefully.

The emotion-rollercoaster was starting to hit a peak again as your thoughts continued to evolve. Sitting was no longer an option. You stood abruptly, catching the attention of everyone in the room, and started pacing.

To the empty set of chairs ten feet across the room. Pivot. Back to the chair you had been occupying with a worried Clint right beside it. Pivot. Repeat.

The others didn't know what to do. The phrase, "It'll be okay," felt incredibly wrong for the situation, so no one could say it. But what else was there to say? Lies would go nowhere. False hopes could send you hurtling into a dark abyss.

Clint couldn't bear to watch you go insane in your pacing. When you got back to the side where he was sitting, he stood and captured your arm. "(Y/n), you're going to dig a hole to the bottom floor," he said in a quiet voice. Yet it was still so loud in the dead silent waiting room.

You shook your head and wiggled out of his grip to keep pacing. "I can't sit still and wonder anymore, I'm going to scream," you mumbled, but Clint heard.

Just as he was going to say something, a doctor walked into the room. "Family of Tony Stark?"

Almost everyone occupying the room stood. Since you were already up, however, you made it to the doctor first. "How is he? Will he be okay?"

The doctor sighed. "Immediate family?"

Your face turned red. "Sir- and I mean this in the bitchiest way possible, we are his damn immediate family so tell us how he's doing or I swear to God, you will have the Avengers as your number one enemy."

The sheen of sweat on the doctor's forehead and the slight widening of his eyes told you he was thoroughly terrified. Good.

"I- uh, let's um- I..."

"Let's start with how is he?" Clint asked, putting his hand on your shoulder to try and keep you from going nuts.

The doctor cleared his throat and nodded. "Yes, he's gonna pull through...."

He kept speaking but that was all you heard. Relief flooded your system and you felt your legs lose feeling. Luckily, Clint was right behind you, so you leaned back into him. He knew exactly what to do and held you as the doctor talked more. There was something about needed blood and a psych consult.

But he was alive.

"I'll take you to his room," the doctor said, the first thing you picked up on since he first gave the good news. "He might not be in the best mood for visitors."

The group was led back to Tony's room. However, the closer you got, the more scared you got. What if you really did do something wrong? Would you trigger him?

Clint, the amazing brother he was, easily picked up on your discomfort and fear. A few feet away from the door, he carefully ushered you to the side and let the others go in first.

You were silently crying again. "(Y/n), he's alive, he'll be okay," Clint said, doing his best to try and make you feel better.

It wasn't working. You shook your head and let a few sobs out. When you tried to say words, you couldn't get by the sos, so you just hugged Clint again. Emotionally, you were exhausted.

You felt selfish. You weren't the one fighting to live. What right did you have to be this drained?

Clint and you stayed out there for a few minutes. Wanda came out at one point and traded places with Clint so he could go in and see Tony.

"He was asking if you were here," Wanda whispered to you at one point. The loud sobs had stopped a bit ago, but the tears continued to drip. "I just told him you needed a minute. But he does want to see you, (Y/n). Really badly."

You chewed on your bottom lip, nearly drawing blood. Finally, you nodded, and stood straight again. Wanda gave you a small, half smile and wiped some stray tears away from your cheeks.

The two of you carefully walked in. Steve saw you immediately, and gave a look to the others that had them getting ready to turn and leave.

Once they started to move, you were granted a view of Tony, laying in the hospital bed. The tears were never ending today, as the sight caused even more to pour down your cheeks.

The door to the room clicked shut and that seemed to be your cue. You hurried over to his bedside and pulled him into a careful but strong hug. The tears soaked his hospital gown, but at least you were done sobbing.

His arms weakly moved to hug you back.

"I'm so happy you're still here," you finally said. For a moment, you thought you were gonna lose it again.

You could feel Tony's body start to shake with sobs. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he repeated over and over.

You pulled away and held his face in your hands. "You do not need to be apologizing to me. Okay? If anything, I'm sorry. I should've known something was wrong. Now... now that I know, I'm gonna help you, okay? We're gonna do this together."

Tony sniffed a few times and smiled. "I'm really happy to see you again."

You smiled back. "Let's go home."

~Fin~

A/n: this was hard to write. I had to stop and revisit it multiple times. it was also hard not using typical language you'd use if someone were to end up in the hospital, like "he'll be okay" or "it's okay" and all that stuff. With how sensitive this topic is, I wanted to make sure I approached it right. As always, if you feel something is harmfully portrayed, please let me know and I'll fix it.

I also had a hard time deciding whose POV it would be from, as in who was who in the song. I ended up with the reader being the "singer" in a sense because I was honestly worried it'd be too triggering the other way.

Well, I'll see you Lovelies next week