Disclaimer: I don't own the Avengers and I certainly don't own Twilight.

"You… don't want me?"

"No."

That one word echoed in my ears, the pain resurfacing again and again and again. Nothing felt right anymore, everything felt empty, dull. Everyone would just roll their eyes at me, not understanding how much I loved him—no, love him. They would scoff at me; tell me off, whisper to each other that I was just doing this for the attention.

Well, they could have the attention, because I certainly don't want it. I just want them all to go away. I want all of them to disappear, for their judging eyes to look elsewhere.

I walked through the forest, intent on going to our old meadow. I tripped a little on a branch, but was unable to think of anything but the sacred place of his. I was almost there, I could feel it but a bright blue blast and a very loud roar distracted me. What could possibly be happening?

I changed course, my curiosity becoming more dominant than my need to see a connection to my ex.

My eyes widened as I saw people, no—superheroes with bright clothing, fighting. The blond one seemed to be breathing really hard, his body huge and packed with muscle, as all of them were while he held the hammer tight, I think I've seen him somewhere. On the news, possibly. The other two wore more bright clothing, the other one wearing a metal armor of gold and red and the other wearing a combination of red, blue and white with a shield in his hand. They all looked familiar from where they stood in a triangular formation, but I couldn't pull out the memory of where I knew them. I looked around, noticing suddenly how everything looked… flattened.

I stumbled back from the scene, hoping to just pass through without them noticing me. I suddenly remembered what I came to the woods for, and tried to push away the weight that I had been able to ignore as I watched the men before me. I tried to breathe more deeply in an attempt to stop the things I've been thinking about from rushing back. I noticed how dark it was, how eerie, but I shook my head and pushed away all thoughts of all the bad things that could happen to me. Nothing could possibly break me any more than he already had.

But, of course with my luck, I had managed the trip, slamming onto my back as my head hit a rock. I gasped at the impact, tears appearing in my darkening vision as I struggled to stay awake. I felt myself weakening, knowing that blood was definitely flowing from my head injury.

"Ugh, a civilian, I bet she was going to go and tell the press or something. I vote we call an ambulance and leave." A robotic voice stated with distaste.

Another voice joined in, sounding annoyed, "We can't leave a civilian injured, Stark. I think it'd be best if we brought her with us, care for her injuries before we bring her back to where she lives. Her injuries are too severe to leave her in the woods alone..."

"Sorry, Spangles. Sort of forgot your hero complex."

I breathed in shallowly, unable to hold onto reality as someone scooped me up in their arms. I could feel the tears escape through the sides of my eyes, remembering how he held me and how he tenderly looked at me.

Soon the darkness engulfed me, and all I could do to react is whimper.

A/N: I'm not sure if I'm going to continue this. I can see a plot that I could weave in, but eh. Don't know how to establish it. Hope inspiration hits me where it hurts though.