Marvel Imagines (Requests: ON HOLD)

The Nightmare

A/N: We got a dark imagine now so strap in kids ;)

You had a knife hanging loosely in your hands as the darkness engulfed you. The voice that had haunted you for your entire childhood was telling you to do horrific things to the people you loved and you felt you had to do them.

You didn't want to. You had to. Just like the voice said.

"All you have to do is cut the rope, (y/n)." The voice cooed as you stood in a hallway.

The emergency lights flashed on and off, emitting a disturbing red glow in the area and you suddenly saw what the voice wanted you to.

Natasha was being hung from her wrists over the side of the balcony and she looked at you desperately.

"Cut the rope."

You walked over to your friend and your knife hovered over the mentioned rope.

"(Y/n), come on." Natasha begged. "Fight it."

But you didn't.

You let your knife slice through the material and Natsaha fell through the night air. You didn't even stop to see if she was dead, you just moved on to your next victim.

"I recommend a gun for this one."

You listened and placed your knife back in your boot, pulling out a para .45 to get the job done. That's when Steve rushed in through the door to your left and stared at you in shock as he gripped his shield.

"(Y/n), what are you doing?"

You vacantly stared back. "My job."

You tried to shoot at him but he brought up his shield and backed away as the shot rebounded. You snarled and fired another two shots only for the same to happen. Then you remembered his weak spot.

You shot him in the leg and with a groan Steve fell to the floor, his shield sliding away in the process. You smiled triumphantly as you walked over.

"Night night."

"(Y/n)-"

You cut him off with a bullet to the brain as two more pair of footsteps ran into the hallway. Bruce and Thor.

"What have you done?" Bruce asked as he looked at Steve's body in pure shock.

You didn't answer and raised your gun. Two more bangs and Bruce was also dead. Thor turned to you with a pale face.

"Allow me."

After the voice's message, Thor yelled in pain and fell to his knees clutching his head. The sound was horrible. He must have been in excruciating pain to make a noise like that.

"End his suffering, (y/n)."

You approached Thor and took out your knife again, stalking over. You went behind him and as he screamed and dragged the knife across his throat. Then he went limp.

"Tony and Clint are in the cinema room. They're a bit tied up."

You listened to the instructions and headed over to the cinema room where you were told your friends were. When you got in you saw Clint and Tony tied back to back on two chairs at the front of the room. They didn't know you were there until your knife glittered in the reflection of the projector light.

They tried to convince you that something was wrong but you didn't pay attention as you snapped Tony's neck and buried your knife in Clint's chest.

"Good girl." The voice said. "Now it's your turn."

You wanted to fight but you couldn't help it as you held your gun one last time and pointed it at your head. Then your finger pulled on the trigger.

-

You awoke with a start, sweating and breathing heavily. It was dark in your room and still night by the looks of it. You quickly reached for your light and switched it on in a panic. You then cradled your legs to your chest when a sudden crash sounded from the hallway outside your room.

You grabbed the knife and gun under your pillow and ran into hall, only to scream as everything suddenly went black.

"All you have to do is cut the rope, (y/n)."