Hey!
This is the first in a series of one-shots of you (as the reader) and the rest of the Avengers!
(Y/N) = Your Name
(F/N) = Friend's Name
"Great," You mutter under your breath as you step out of the elevator.
Everyone is right there, having decided that this was the perfect time to gather in the living room. There's no way you're going to be able to get past them without someone noticing.
Tony is lounging on the couch chatting to Steve, who is in the process of making something that smells really good in the kitchen. At the sound of the elevator arriving, however, he turns to you.
"Where've you been, (Y/N)?" He asks with a grin. His face falls when he sees what you presume to be a black eye and what is definitely beginning to feel like a split lip.
You pull your hood up to cover your face and start walking quickly towards my room. Hearing him swear and call your name again, your walk turns into a sprint. You safely make it to your room and turn to slam the door behind you, but then he's right there. Pushing his way inside. Grabbing you by your wrist and pulling you towards him. You struggle, even resorting to kicking him in the shins, but refuse to use your powers on him. You could never do that to him.
"Hey… hey! It's okay!"
You stop thrashing about and instead let out a sob, allowing him to wrap his arms around you as all the fight drains from your body, leaving you feeling empty and broken.
He gently pulls away and brushes your hair from your face, surveying the damage done. "Come on. Bruce will get you fixed up."
As he leads you from your room, you see the rest of the Avengers talking together in low voices.
One by one they see you and stop.
Natasha jumps off the counter, where she had been sitting, and comes over, leading you over to the couch.
Bruce kneels down in front of you. "Is it just your face?"
You shake your head slowly, pulling up your shirt to let him see the bruises beginning to form from the hard punches to your abdomen.
No-one says anything. They're all too shocked.
Clint speaks up from his position in the doorway. "Who did this to you, (Y/N)?"
You don't reply, dropping your shirt back down to cover your injuries.
He walks over and crouches down at your side, placing a hand on your shoulder. "Who did this?" He asks again.
"No-one! Just some dick who thinks he runs the school. It's nothing, really!"
Silence.
"I think," Steve says, leaning on the counter, "that someone needs to talk some sense into that kid. Who wants to volunteer?"
Six hands, including his, go up.
You chuckle, letting your tongue run over the split skin on your bottom lip.
"Where is this man who dares hurt Lady (Y/N)?"
A laugh escapes your mouth as you accept the hand offered by Tony.
He helps you up and plants a kiss on your forehead.
You squirm away from him with a giggle, and his lips curl upwards.
"Let's get you checked out… then we'll deal with the boy who thinks he can go up against the Avengers and live to tell the tale." He sweeps you off your feet and starts off at a run down the stairs to his lab with you in his arms yelling at him the whole way.
I have not yet decided what her - or should I say your - power should be. I have made sure to leave it out until I decide.
Leave a review to tell me what you think her power should be!
I'm thinking something along the lines of psychokinesis, which is 'the supposed ability to move objects by mental effort alone'.
What do you think?