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A Sort of Resurrection
Warning: Death
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*Your POV*
Running. Running until your legs felt like they were on fire. Running to the brink of exhaustion. Running in a desperate attempt to reach safety in time. You felt one hit your arm, causing you to yell out in pain. Gritting your teeth, you kept running towards safety.
You had been given the task of making sure all of the enemy agents had been wiped out of the base, before returning to the Quinjet and rejoining the group. You were originally paired up with Tony, but he had to leave to go and help the others. It was all going well, until you realised that you had run out of bullets and there was still about 10 enemy agents left. You knew that your hand-to-hand combat wasn’t up to scratch, so you decided to run back instead of facing certain death.
You could see the rest of the team in the distance, yelling at you to hurry up and run faster. You pushed your legs as hard as you could, until you didn’t even think about making yourself run. A surge of energy went through you and you were almost at the jet, when you heard a single gunshot from behind you, making you freeze. You looked down at you previously white shirt, now with a crimson colour seeping through from your back.
Your vision started to blur, and you collapsed on the ground, your head pounding and your breathing slowing rapidly. You heard the shouts of your team and saw their blurry figures running towards you, reaching you in mere seconds. You felt someone lift your head up and rest it on their lap, the others crowding around you with tears in their eyes.
You smiled at them all gently, before your eyes shut, your head rolling to the side, your chest ceased to rise and you were enveloped by darkness, the sound of sobbing being the last thing you hear.
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Your eyes snapped open, and you found yourself in an empty, dimly lit room.
“Hello?” You called out. “Is anybody here?” Your voice echoed around the room, but there was no reply. You wandered around, looking for any possible exit, when the wall shimmered and a door appeared on the opposite side of the room.
You cautiously made you way over to it, gripping the cold handle and slowly pulling it open. You looked through the door and saw some sort of swirling grey-blue vortex. You stuck your hand through it, pulling it back towards you when it disappeared from sight. You glanced around the room again to see if there were any other exits, but this seemed to be the only one.
Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes and stepped into the vortex.
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You woke up to the distant sound of yelling and you blinked slowly, your eyes adjusting to the light. You slowly pushed yourself up into a sitting position and looked around. You recognised your surroundings; you were in the end section of the medical bay, which was more commonly used as the morgue. It was deserted and you turned so that your legs were dangling off the side of the bed. You slowly stood up, flinching slightly as your feet touched the cold floor, using the bed as a support and tentatively took a few steps forwards.
After a few more steps holding onto the bed, you gently released your grip and made your way to the door, deciding to go to your room and put on some socks before you went to find out what the argument was about.
As you made your way towards your room, you were surprised to find that the usually busy corridors were empty. You went into your room and grabbed your fluffy socks and put a hoodie on over your sleeveless top. You brushed your hair a bit, before you were satisfied and decided to make your way to the source of the argument.
As you got closer to the common room, you could hear multiple voices shouting, insults and accusations being thrown around. When you were just down the hall, you could clearly hear what the argument was about.
“IT’S YOUR FAULT STARK! YOU LEFT HER WITH NO BACKUP!”
“IT’S NOT MY FAULT THAT SHE RAN OUT OF BULLETS! SHE WOULD HAVE BEEN FINE OTHERWISE!” You heard other voices adding in reasons why the others were to blame, when you realised what they were arguing about. You. Specifically, your death.
You quietly padded your way down the rest of the corridor and peered into the room. You were greeted with the sight of the rest of the team with bloodshot eyes and looks of pure hatred present on their faces. They were standing opposite each other, shouting right in the faces of the person opposite them.
You coughed, trying to get their attention, but they weren’t listening, they were too caught up in shouting. You tried again, but to no avail. You sighed and rolled your eyes and cleared your throat, before taking a deep breath.
“EVERYONE SHUT UP!” You yelled as loud as you could. Everyone’s heads snapped towards you and their mouths dropped open.
“Y-Y/N?” Steve asked quietly in disbelief.
“The one and only.” You replied with a smile. There was a stunned silence, everyone staring at you like you were a multicoloured unicorn with a rare Pokémon on your head.
“Wow guys, I’m really feeling the love here.” You joked, trying to lighten the mood. Suddenly, you were enveloped in a bone-crushing hug from a crying red-head, shocking you slightly, before you hugged her back just as tightly.
“We- We thought you were dead!” She said in between sobs.
“So did I.” You mumbled. Suddenly she pulled away and smacked you on the arm.
“Hey! What was that for?” You pouted, rubbing your arm.
“Don’t you ever do that to me ever again, got it?” You nodded before looking around at the others who were all staring at you with a mixture of confusion and happiness in their eyes. You just smiled and opened you arms for a group hug, breaking the spell.
They all ran towards you and you were pulled into a massive group hug of crying superheroes, the argument long forgotten. You sighed happily, a few tears of your own sliding down your face, and you wrapped your arms around the closest person to you, who happened to be the usually emotionless archer. When you were finally released, you wiped your tears off your face and smiled.
“So then, who’s up for some Shawarma?
Electricity
Request from @xdarksnowrosex - Hey!! Could you do avengers x reader imagine were reader is Tonys' kid and saves the avengers from really dangerous mission, that almost cost readers life? 😊
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The mission was supposed to be easy for the famous superhero team, but things never go quite to plan and this one didn't go to plan at all. Now 5/6 of them were out of action, some trapped under debris and some lying against a wall, trying to support themselves. The only one left was Iron Man, but soon joined his friends after being hit by some strange light beam, sending him crashing down.
You were waiting in the Quinjet after your dad forbade you from coming in with them, giving the whole “it's too dangerous for you” speech. As you say swinging your legs over the pilot’s seat and throwing a blue ball in the air you heard a crash and immediately sat up. After a moment, you heard another crash and a yell, making you jump out of the seat and grab your electric nunchucks and your protective gloves your dad made for you and ran out.
You hesitated just before running in to the building, your dad’s warning ringing in your head. But you were Y/N Stark, you were brought up with danger and your dad’s attention to warnings, meaning there was very little.
You pushed through the doors, quickly running towards where you knew the team would be and you were greeted by an unwanted sight. Everyone was on the floor, except your dad who was flying around but was soon hit out of the air.
“Dad!” You cried, quickly covering your mouth and taking a few steps back to try to stay out of sight. Unfortunately, it didn't work and you soon found everyone staring at you, including whatever the hell it was everyone was fighting.
“Y/N! Get away from here!” Your dad yelled out to you, but your attention was focused on the enemy that was now making it’s way towards you. You quickly pulled out your nunchucks from your belt and slipped in the gloves, getting ready to fight.
Most of the fight was a blur, you swinging your nunchucks at the enemy, landing a few hits but mostly trying to dodge attacks, bruises and cuts forming all over your body. You were starting to tire slightly when you saw the others slowly getting up. You kept fighting, trying to hold him off for long enough to let them regroup, twirling your nunchucks and repeatedly hitting the enemy.
The enemy caught your nunchucks, puling you into the air and leaving you hanging on. You looked up at him and smirked, causing a surprised look to appear across his face. You pressed the button on the end of your nunchucks, sending an electric pulse through them into him. The nunchucks started to crackle with electricity, sparks flying off it occasionally.
You hesitated for a moment before holding down the button, storing electricity to release in one go, knowing full well that you would be on the receiving end as well as him.
‘This is gonna hurt’, you thought before pushing the button down again. The electricity stored in the nunchucks was all released at once, causing the enemy to drop you and you to scream out in pain from the drop and the electricity.
Your head hit the floor and black spots started dancing before your eyes. You saw your dad reaching out towards you, a look of horror on his face. You smiled gently at him before leaning back and letting the darkness consume you.
*3rd person*
Seeing Y/N passed out on the floor set a spark off inside all of the team, especially her father. He turned from her sleeping figure to the enemy and charged at him in pure rage. The rest of the team followed, all of them now more determined than ever, not caring about their own injuries.
Finally they defeated the enemy and rushed to your side. Tony pulled Y/N into his lap, running his trembling fingers through her hair as Steve called Maria Hill on his comms and telling her to hurry.
When they got you back to Stark tower you were rushed to the medical ward, your dad struggling against the people holding him back. You were in bed for two days before you woke up, your eyes slowly adjusting to the light. You saw your dad sitting in the chair beside your bed, his hair pointing everywhere and his mouth slightly ajar with small noises coming out every time he breathed out.
You leant forwards gently, ignoring the slight pain in your ribs that flared up as you put pressure on them and tapped your dad on the nose, muttering a quiet “boop”, causing his nose to twitch and his eyes to slowly open as he sat up in confusion.
“What- what's going on? Who died?” He mumbled, rubbing his eyes. You laughed, his hand shooting away from his face at the sound. His eyes widened as he rushed forwards and pulled you into a giant hug, knocking the wind out of you.
“Hello to you too, dad.” You chuckled, wrapping your arms around him. You sighed and nuzzled your head into his shoulder, both of you unaware of the rest of the team watching from by the door, smiles on their faces at the sight of father and daughter being reunited.
NEW IDEA - SEND REQUESTS
Hey guys!
So I was thinking about starting doing ‘dating ___ would include…’ because I think it would help me ease myself back into writing and I can do them quickly, so hopefully they can be done on the same day or by the next day if people request them. So please send in requests with the name of the character and if you want a more specific one, go ahead and request it! All the fandoms I do requests for are in my bio so check there if you’re not sure or drop me a message to ask.
Anna
DCWI - Dating Thor and being Tony’s sister
Requested by Anon: Dating Thor but being Tony's sister?xoxoxox
Him declaring you were beautiful as soon as he sees you
Not realising you’re Tony’s sister
“The Man of Iron is your brethren?”
Teaching him how be more ‘Midgardian’
Him having you on speed dial
Tony finding out from the rest of the team
Him confronting Thor about it
“I love her more than anyone else does”
“Fight me, Goldilocks”
“What are you two talking about?”
“Nothing”
Forcing Thor and Tony to have a bonding evening
Tony needing reassurance that he’s still your favourite male
Braiding Thor’s hair
Him pulling you out of conversations to kiss you
Being completely enveloped when he hugs you
Spinning you around in a hug when he gets back from Asgard
Being able to lift Mjolnir
Him running around the tower shouting “SHE IS WORTHY”
Tony being SO SALTY when he finds out
Being his reason for staying on Earth
So many cuddles
Like seriously
At every opportunity
Cuddles 24/7