“Are you going to answer me, or continue staying stubborn, like a child?” Bruce would tiredly ask, adjusting his glasses slightly as he sighed.

You had been sick for awhile, but always insisted you were fine, saying that whatever you had would come and go, like a fever.

Obviously, it did not. Judging by the fact you were currently here, after Tony had finally gotten enough of your shit, as you had been benched from actually working on missions with the team for awhile now.

The main issue was the fact you were being extremely stubborn. Constantly deflecting even the most basic of questions regarding symptoms, along with casual small talk as Bruce attempted to help you out.

God, you were even more stubborn than Thor, for Christ’s sake.. and that, that was saying something.