Y/n's POV

You know the sound of dripping water right? Well it's the sound that I woke up to. And remember how its a torture method right? Yuuuup life suck.

I force my eyes open. Or did I? The room is really dark. I could see the wall though, there needs to be light coming from somewhere. I roll my head to the side and two faces come into my view.

They were illuminated by what I assumed to be one of their phones. It was in the middle of the two cuddling figures. They were both smiling at whatever they were reading.

Suddenly I became aware of my dry throat. But I didn't want to interrupt the two love birds. I pushed myself up onto my elbows and looked around in the dark. I noticed there seemed to be a jug of water on the bedside table and possibly a glass.

I felt groggy as I sat up properly and reached over towards the jug, however I failed to avoid the glass. I watched in slow motion as it slowly tipped over and bang against the tray it used to stand on. It rolled and hit the edge of the tray but it didn't fall off thank fuck.

"Y/n!?"

"Friday turn lights on 15%"

Both Clint and Bruce were now aware that I was awake.

"Water?" I croaked out. I couldn't really form any other word at the moment.

Bruce rushed over and picked up the unbroken glass and filled it before handing it to me. I smiled before I downed it in one go.

"Thanks," my voice was much better now but Bruce refilled my glass.

"Still think it's a glass half full," Clint muttered as he walked toward me and sat down at the end of my bed then he shifted his legs so he had his legs crossed and facing me.

"I still say it's half empty," Bruce replied quietly. Clearly they have debated this before.

"That depends," they both look at me. "If your filling it it's a glass half full but if you're emptying it it's a glass half empty."

Clint grinned and Bruce chuckled lightly.

"Glad that argument is over," they said in unison.

"So how long have you two been a thing? Do the others know?" I sipped my water. Both their eyes widened, were they expecting me not to ask? Oh shit, uhhh-

"You're okay with it?" Bruce asked shyly.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Some people don't exactly support our kind of relationship, we still haven't told the others," Clint looked sad, my heart broke at the frown on his face.

"How you live your life isn't anything to do with anyone other than yourselves, and you still haven't told the others? They'd support you, they all know about Tony. And how many know about Steve's relationship?" I rambled on. They both started to relax. Bruce sat on the edge of the bed next to Clint.

"Yeah I suppose," Clint scratched the back of his neck.

"Wait who's Steve going out with?!" Bruce exclaimed.

"Uhhh that's not my place to say, leave him come out in his own time, just like ye two. Just know that the rest would probably support you," I drained the last sip from the glass.

Bruce and Clint smiled at each other. Before Clint turned towards me.

"Sooooooo y/n," I hum in response. "Now that that those bastards will be gone you are going to need someone to take care of you."

Bruce sent a warning look at Clint, probably because he was being slightly insensitive but I'm gen z we are all traumatised.

"What Clint is trying to say is," Bruce continued for Clint. "Clint and I would like to adopt you, of course you don't have to."

Adoption?

They want to adopt me! Why though? They are good people, they aren't doing it to gain something right? But do I know them that well to make a good judgement?

I felt my eyes water.

"Hey y/n it's okay, don't cry," Clint crawled up beside me and hugged me. Bruce did the same, minus the crawling.

"We aren't doing it to gain something, you are our friend first but we want you to feel safe being with us, you can always wait until you know us better, we won't judge you." Bruce reassured me. Did I say all that out loud?

"Hey while we give you time to think why don't we bring you to your room so you're more comfortable?" Clint suggested.

I nodded. Bruce took out what I assumed to be an iv from my hand, I don't know why I had one in the first place.

Soon they helped my get to my feet and we walked out of the medical room and headed towards my room.

The journey wasn't long but I still felt slightly tired. It took a small bit more effort to get up but we got there and I wanted to collapse onto the bed.

But before that could happen there was a knock on the door. Bruce answered as I walked into the bathroom to put on proper clothes.

Clint's POV

I watched the door open as y/n had disappeared into the bathroom.

Shuri stood in the doorway.

"Shuri? Why are you here?" Bruce asked as she just stood still.

"I came to see if y/n was okay," she looked slightly disappointed. Then an idea sprang into my mind.

Y/n and Shuri ending up together, Loki did have a good plan after all.

"Shuri come on in," I knew I must have given Bruce a strange look that was probably mistaken for mischief.

It was at this point that y/n emerged from the bathroom.

"You two have fun Bruce and I will go talk to the others," I say as I drag him out of the room.

But before he could protest I whispered to him about my plan and reminded him about the about the adoption papers we were looking at before y/n woke up, to convince him. We both slammed the door behind us.

Closing Shuri and y/n inside.

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A/n: don't worry guys I'm not one of those writers who discontinues their fanfic. I just needed to get som motivation but I had a long day at work. But it seems I only have motivation on the fic when im exhausted.