Writing prompt/ description:

You are Tony's daughter and are diagnosed with cancer at the age of sixteen. Bruce has become your full time doctor, allowing you to receive chemotherapy from the comfort of your own bedroom at the tower. You've had cancer for a few months now and your hair is all gone from the radiation.

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WARNINGS: 

Reader has cancer 

Potential for heavy emotion

You were feeling rather sluggish today and had no motivation at all to leave your bedroom. You were wrapped tightly in a down blanket to help keep in all the warmth that you could. A beanie covered your head from view while the blanket shielded the rest. It was futile act though, knowing that your father would be knocking on your door any moment. Someone was always checking on you, making sure that you were okay and have everything that you need. You were thankful for the assistance and love from you family, but sometimes it could get slightly overwhelming.

A knock came from the door before you could fall deeper in your thoughts. Natasha snuck through the opening with a smile, that she really only shows you, gracing her lips. She made her way over your bed and sat down next to you. Pulling herself under the blankets.

"Hey honey. How are you feeling today?" She asked. Nat was probably the easiest to talk to when it came to your current condition. She knew not to push too far, and how to pull you back to reality and out of your head when you need it.

"I'm really tired today. Sluggish really. My body's hurting enough that I just want to stay in bed and not move." She pulled you in closer so she could remove your beanie and give the top of your head a kiss. You snuggled deeper into her warmth and rested your head on her shoulder.

"I know that some days are a lot harder than others, so how about I give you a piggy back down to the lounge and we can watch some movies? " you nodded before sitting up and slipping on one of Sam's sweatshirts and a pair of fuzzy socks.

"Sam, Steve and Bucky all gave me one of their sweatshirts to use when ever I got cold. I honestly think they just want to see who's I would wear more often." Natasha rolled her eyes while mumbling something about boys under her breath. After you had everything back on, including the beanie she removed, Nat hoisted you on to her back and made her way to the door. You rested your head onto her shoulder to close your eyes for a minute, still extremely tired.

"Hey, wake up sleepy head, you still have to eat, and I was promised a movie with my favorite girl. Maybe we can invite Wanda, make it a girls day?"

"I have to do chemo with Bruce." Your head lowered more into her neck as you thought about it. It was a painful process that you never looked forward too, but then again, who would?

"I know that you don't like it, but it's what's going to make you better."

"I know. I just hope that it works."

"It will, I know that it will." Nat made it to the dining room and dropped you gently down into your chair next to your father.

"Hey daddy." You started calling him daddy, and not dad like you used to, when you first became sick. Tony leaned over in his chair and gave you a kiss on your cheek.

"Good morning sweetheart. did you sleep okay last night?" He asked.

"I slept okay. I'm a little sore today and just really tired." You confessed. Tony looked you in the eye, he could see the little dark circles that formed and how pale you actually looked. Your lips were chapped as well.

"How about you try to eat something and then you can relax in the lounge and watch some movies before you have to go down with Bruce. That sound good?" You nodded right before Nat placed a small bowl of strawberries with some yogurt in front of you.

"I could have gotten my own breakfast Nat."

"I know, I was already getting mine" she sat down next to you and started eating. You slowly picked up the spoon in your bowl and filled it with yogurt and cut up strawberries. You took the bite before putting the spoon back down. You slowly finished off your breakfast while everyone else piled in from their morning workouts. Sam grinned when he saw you wearing his sweatshirt, he nudged Bucky in the side with a smug grin on his face, proving your theory about the boys little testosterone battle.

"Hey girl, how ya' feeling today?"

"I'm okay. Have you seen Wanda today? Me and Nat were planning on having a girls day."

"Steve, Bucky and I were hoping to get in some quality (Y/N) time." He pouted. Steve and Bucky walked up from behind him and did the classic puppy dog eyes causing you to cave slightly.

"Maybe we can all hang out together?" Nat compromised before taking both of your dishes to the sink to wash later.

"You ate all of your breakfast? Seems like food is getting slightly easier to keep down, huh?" Steve picked you up from your seat and let you wrap your legs around his waist and rest your head on his shoulder.

"It's a good day, I guess." Your beanie slipping off in the transition and landed on the floor below you. Bucky bent down and picked it up for you. He kissed your slightly warm head before putting it back on.

"I really don't need you guys to baby me. I'm okay" a wave of exhaustion hit you out of nowhere, so you snuggled into Steve's warmth even more. He wrapped his arms slightly tighter so you wouldn't slip.

"I like carrying you like this, you might be sixteen, but you will always be that little eight year old clinging to my leg when I first meet you." You were almost asleep in Steve's arms when Bruce called out that it was time to head back up to your room to start chemo. Tony always insisted on being in your room with you when you had your sessions.

Steve handed you off to your father so that he and Bruce could head upstairs.

You dedicated a corner of your room for your therapy. A humongous purple bane bag sat on the foot covered by blankets and pillows, and stuffed animals from each of the avengers. You had a little plush of each of them to snuggle with, along with your father. You guys usually took this time to talk privately once Bruce left, to talk about life or anything in general. You tried to avoid the subject on everyone's minds as much as you could, but today it was really bothering you.

"Hey daddy?" You asked once you got down on the bean bag and he got in next to you. He draped blankets over your bodies and placed soft pillows behind your head before relaxing back. Bruce got you set up for chemo before leaving you alone with your father. Tony turned to face you so that he could carefully pull you into his lap. You rested your head on his chest and pulled your legs under yourself; being careful not hassle the needle in your arm.

"Hmm?"

"Do you think everything is going to turn out okay?" You asked. It was very vague question to ask in general, but Tony knew exactly what you were talking about; he just didn't know the right way to answer. He new deep down that you would eventually ask this particular question, and he so badly wanted to give you a positive answer, but he had no India how the future would play out. He wanted you to be healthy again, more than anything, he wanted you to go back to be the carefree self that you were not even seven months ago.

"I want nothing more than to say that everything is going to turn out alright, that you are going kick this in the rear end and never have to deal with it again, but I just don't know. As long as you keep fighting and know that a whole group of superheroes have your back, then I know that everything will eventually turn out okay."

"I love you" Tony kissed your forehead softly before leaning back."

"I love you too sweetheart." You both stayed that way until the therapy was done. You ended up falling asleep in Tony arms and he didn't have the heart or strength to move you. Looking at your pale face and bald head sent his emotions astray, not sure what he was feeling inside, or what to do next.

"Tony?" Steve asked from the doorway, poking his head in enough for him to see, but not enough to disturb you.

"What's up Steve?"

"(Y/N)'s friends are here; I can tell them that she's asleep." He said. Tony gently slid you off of him and carried you to your bed, where he tucked you in to rest.

"No it's okay, I'll come out." When Tony walked into the common room, he was surprised to see all of your friends there hanging out around the couches. "Hey guys, what are you all doing here?" He asked the group of six kids. Your best friend Jackie stepped in front of everyone else to explain there sudden visit.

"We were all hanging out and walking around the city and realized that it's just not the same without (Y/N) with us. We were wondering if we could stop by and see how she's doing?" The pleasing looks on all of there faces were just too much to say no to, and your father's heart melted when he saw how much your friends really loved you.

"Do you promise not to wake her up?" They all nodded their heads.

"We promise Mr. Stark." one of your close male friends said. There were four girls and two guys, and Tony was not particularly thrilled to let two boys in your room, but he knew he was just being overprotective and rash. He's known each one of these kids for at least a couple of years, and in Jackie's case; almost her whole life. You guys met in preschool and hit it off instantly. She took the news of you being sick almost as bad as Tony did; almost.

"Yeah go on up, and for the love of all things pizza, for the last time; please call me Tony."

"Sorry si- Tony. Sorry Tony. Not many adults want to just be called by their first names."

"I'm not most adults, kid. Now go on." Tony smiled. He watched as each kid climbed the stairs as quietly as they could, taking the promise to keep you asleep quite seriously.

"(Y/N) has a tight nit group of friends there. They always got her back. " Bucky spoke up from the couch.

"I couldn't have asked for a better group of kids for her to hangout with, especially with everything that's going on now."

"Speaking of that; how is everything going? I don't really like to discuss the topic in front of her" Sam was leaning on the back of the white satin couch with a hesitant look on his face; contemplating on whether he really wanted to know the answer or not. He sat up straighter when Tony's face fell slightly at the thought of his daughter's health.

"It's spreading, not fast, but that doesn't contradict the fact that it is. It started off as a tumor on the right side of her rib cage, that the doctors removed, but it spread slightly to her lungs. If it continues at this rate then she might have to be put permanently on oxygen."

Bucky unexpectedly turned towards the wall and pushed it hard enough to leave a visible dent. He feel back slightly when he realized what he had just done. "I'm sorry."

"Nah man, don't be sorry. You pretty much just did what all of us were thinking." Sam leaned back into the couch once again, casting his eyes down to the floor to ask the question that everyone was dying to get answered. "When are you going to tell her?"

"I don't know Sam, how would you tell your daughter that her cancer is spreading and she might have to permanently go on oxygen?" tony snapped, losing control of his emotions and taking it out on his friends. He rubbed his hand over his face and through his hair, a clear indicator on how stressed he was. "I'm sorry Sam."

"No, it's okay man. No one expects you to keep your cool about this, especially around us, I would be flipping tables right about now. You know that all of us love (Y/N) like she was out own right? Not just Steve Bucky and I, but Wanda, Pietro, (Yes he is alive) Clint, Natasha, Thor and Rhodey. Hell even Scott, Peter and T'challa have a soft spot for the kid, and that's not just because of the cancer, man. We have loved that girl for a hell of a lot longer then seven months."