Author's Note: Hello, everyone, and welcome to my story! I will start by saying that I do not own anything. This is a Reader fanfic. How much I post will depend on how much people like this story (no pressure!). There are no pairings and I actually came up with this story after not finding any OC fanfics without pairings, but that doesn't mean there is no friendship fluff. This story will most likely be a series of one-shots with a little bit of a background story strung throughout. The Avengers have been after me to post this for a while, and I finally got around to it, so yay! Let me know what you think, and sorry if there are any miss-spells. My auto-correct is broken and I am nothing without it.
(Then maybe you shouldn't have it!)
Yes, thank you for the input, Peter! *smiles forcibly at camera like on The Office*
So now, the story!

Chapter 1: Amnesia?
You wake up slowly. You are still tired and look over at your alarm clock. It is just past seven and you groan as you realize that you over slept. You'll be late for school, there is not doubt about that, but you are more grimacing at the thought that you'll have to buy a new alarm clock. Why hadn't the clock gone off?
Then, you remember the day before, when you finished your last test. You give a huge sigh of contentment and sink lower into your bed. It's the first day of summer break. Who cares how long you sleep in?
Your pillows and blanket seem to hug you and draw you down deeper into the cozy depths of the bed. You are about to sink into the blissful realm of sleep when you suddenly hear a cheerful 'ding'.
For a moment, it doesn't even register. But then, it is followed by another series of 'dings'. That is when you frown. Not only were you denied sleep, but you also, don't know where the dings are coming from. Grunting in frustration, you twist around and prop yourself up on your elbow, looking at your bedside table. Then your eyes widen. On top of the mess on your table is an iphone with a purple case on it. There are stickers and decorations on the back to make it more 'you'.
On the screen are a series of texts before the screen goes black. There is one problem with this situation. You don't own an iphone. You used a fliphone, not wanting to get an iphone until you could afford it.
You reach over and hold your thumb over the home button. Sure enough, the phone clicks on. If this was a gift, then how could it have your finger prints already? Well, you are a heavy sleeper, but that is still unlikely that someone could have bought a phone for you and "installed" your fingerprint. You flip through the phone's home page. It is filled with apps and you click open one of the game apps. You are on level 31. There is no way that this phone could be yours, but everything points to it. There are even a few selfies of you.
You find this very odd. How could your forget an iphone, something which you have been saving up for for years! You click on texts, and pull of the last text that you got.
See you later today.

You cock your head to the side. Where you planning on going somewhere today? Then, you look at the sender, and you drop the phone.
This can't be happening? What is going on? Is someone playing a weird joke on you?
You tenatively pick up the phone using two fingers as though the phone will try to attack you. There is the senders name: Steve Rogers
You then flip through the rest of your contacts, your limbs going numb as you see them all.
Steve Rogers.
Natasha Romanoff
Bruce Banner
Clint Barton
The list goes on. It seems that everyone, except for Fury, is in your phone. This can't be a joke unless someone is really commited. You think whoever went through all of this trouble for just a prank should be committed. To an asylum!
You pull off your covers and quickly pull on some jeans and a T-shirt. Then, you notice a suit case on the end of your bed. You push down on it with your hands and realize that it is full.
What is going on? you think.
You quickly race downstairs, your phone in your hand. As you jump down the stairs, you flip through the messages. It seems that you are in more contact with Steve than the others so you guess that you have a deeper friendship with him than with the others.
"Hey, darling," your Mom says. "How'd you sleep?"
"Yeah, uh, fine," you reply, examining 'your' phone. "What's this?" you ask, holding up your phone.
Your Mom looks over her shoulder. "It's a phone," she says.
You drop your hands to your sides, and raise your eyebrows. "I know. But it's not mine. I don't have a phone like this. I have been saving up for three years."
"Honey," your Mom says slowly with a hint of sarcasm, "You've had that phone for three years."
You stare at her, and her eyebrows knit together in concern. "Are you feeling all right?" she asks. "Maybe you should stay home today."
"No, I don't have to," you say quickly. But then, you frown as you realized that you had no plans to go anywhere today. It was the first day of summer break, which, by definition, meant that you were to do nothing but eat junk food and stay up way too late. "Wait, where am I going?" you ask.
Your Mom's eyebrows seem to knit tighter together, which you didn't think could happen. "That Avengers Complex," she says. She walks over, looking you in the eyes. "Are you sure you're feeling all right?" she asks.
You plaster on a smile. "Course! I feel fine," you say, which isn't a lie. You feel fine. Everyone else doesn't, but you do. The entire world has lost its mind, but you feel fine.
Your mother has the worried look that all mothers perfect over years of having teenage daughters.
"When's breakfast?" you ask.
"In about ten minutes. You had better get upstairs and finish packing. You have about half an hour 'till Clint comes to pick you up," she says.
You begin to feel dizy. Hawkeye is going to be here in half an hour?!
"Okay," you squeak, a smile planted firmly in place as you turn around and promptly walk back up the stairs. You think it would probably be easier to take the news that the earth was spinning in the other direction rather than the Marvel characters are real! Of course, part of you is incredibly excited, but the larger part of you is terrified. Not only are the Avengers real, but also the threats. Where are you in the timeline? And also, how can you not remember anything? How are you the only one to remember that last night, you were watching the Avengers?
You quickly pick up your pace and run to the TV room. It should be on the couch. It should be. You run over to the couch, but the case for the Avengers DVD isn't there. You run over to where you keep the movies and frantically search, but you can't find any of the movies.
You walk back to your room, your mind spinning with so many thoughts that you can't even pick one.
When you reach your room, you click open your phone and then search for Youtube. After searching several minutes for the Avenger's theme on Youtube and finding nothing but weird fanart and sappy music, you finally begin to realize that this might not be a trick. You can tell that you are awake, but it still doesn't make sense.
You look at your phone for a long moment. Then, as if it has a mind of its own, your thumb slowly moves towards contacts. The first contact is Steve.
You stare at the name for a long time. You can't tell if you are mentally fighting yourself or having a mental breakdown.
Then, you press 'call'.
The phone starts ringing as you hold it up to your ear. You begin to get goosebumps as the phone keeps ringing.
Finally, you get to his voicemail. You hear Tony frantically shout-whisper-
Okay, go now!
Then, Chris Evan's voice:
This is Captain Steve Rogers. Please leave a message at the tone-
"Nope!" you say, hanging up and throwing down the phone. "Can't do it!"
Raising your hands, you walk out of the room, closing the door behind you. You stand there for a moment, resting your hand on your forehead and the other hand on your hip. You could tell that Steve was reading from a script, and what he said basically meant, "Either I'm not here or don't know how to pick up on this thing."
Then, you remember what your Mom said. You're leaving in less than half-an-hour to go to the complex. You walk into your room and begin to make sure you packed everything.
You wonder how long you have known the Avengers. Even though you watch the movies all the time, do you really know the characters? You try to remember every tiny detail of each character. Is Steve 6'2" like the character or 6' like Chris Evans? What is Natasha's favorite color? Is Hawkeye and introvert or extrovert? Does Thor really like pop-tarts?
Other than reading the texts from them, you have no idea how to tell. You quickly look through your suit case to see that you are almost completely packed. You throw a few extra socks and shirts hap-hazardly into the case before shutting it. You have no idea how long a flight it will be from here to New York, so you make sure to have a lot of things to entertain you along the way. In case you get...what, bored? Or perhaps in case you need a distraction.
Suddenly, you feel a rumbling beneath your feet. A few of the pictures on your wall begin to tremble as vibrations run through the house. Somehow, you feel as though you know the noise. You grab your suit case in one hand, still holding the phone in the other, and then rush down stairs. About half way down, you hear your Mom call, "Y/N, Mr. Barton is here to pick you up!"
You jump the last few stairs and look out the back door. A small quinn-jet is resting in the back yard. The trees around your house are swaying back and forth and leaves and blowing around everywhere as a result from the wind caused by the jet. You can see heat waves around the engine, and a ramp extends down the back of the jet. Out of the ramp, exists, one of the top two bird bros of the Avengers: Hawkeye.
You plaster on a smile, the same fake one you had used earlier that morning as you walk out to meet him.
"Hi," you say, not sure what to call him.
"Hey, kiddo," he says, giving you a half hug. It takes everything you've got not to explode.
"How're you doing?" he asks, looking you up in down. "I haven't seen you for a while."
"I'm good," you say on the outside. On the inside, you are saying something like incoherent mumbling mixed with a high-pitched scream. "You?"
He shrugs. "Can't complain. Nice place you've got here," he says, pointing at the house.
"Yeah, thanks," you say, looking back at the house. Your Mom comes walked out of the house, a large smile on her face.
"Hello, Mr. Barton," she says kindly.
"Hello, Mrs. L/N," he greets, shaking her hand. "Well, the others are expecting us, so we probably shouldn't keep them waiting."
"Oh, all right," your Mom says, giving you a large hug. "Stay out of trouble. I love you."
"Love you," you say, giving her a peck on the cheek. Part of you wants to hide behind your Mom, but you bravely pick up your suit case and walk to the jet without looking back. After all, you realize that this may be your only chance to find out what is actually going on.

Authors Note: Hope you enjoyed! And I must say thank you to the Avengers for behaving themselves!
Hawkeye in the background: I did all the work in this chapter!
Thank you Hawkeye, we all love and adore you...