marvel women one shots

Y/n Pt.1

You was 17 and this was your first party. You didn't come from much so you decided to wear one of your dad's old suits as you was feeling the more masculine feeling and loved the comfort the suit brought to your soul.

Your dad had been brutally murdered nearly 2 years ago. The police had given up on the search for the murderer and your family didn't have the money to pay private investigators. You were so close to your dad, he understood you.

He was big and muscly and scared anyone who did you wrong but he was a big teddy bear. You haven't felt whole since the day he died. Your mum has been in denial and her emotions have been all over the place.

You tried to look for clues, anything to point you in the right direction but whoever had killed him and swept every surface for evidence.

Anyway, like I said this was your first party. It was different though, your friends weren't going and your mother had no clue of your plans it was a secret. It was a mission.

The killer had done a very good job of cleaning their tracks behind them but you never backed down from a fight, and this was a battle you were prepared for.

You had been following a group of men and tracking them for over a month that you think led back to the murder. You over heard them talking about a party and decided if you was going to catch the killer this would be the perfect opportunity.

The party started at 8 and it was 7:15 now. The walk to the party would take no more than 20 minutes so you had time to spare.

You walked into your dad's office and put on his watch. He used to wear it every day so you took the pride to wear it tonight. You also sprayed yourself in some of his Colone before going on your laptop to pass time.

Your alarm went off to signal that it was time to leave. You grabbed your phone and headed out the front door.

It was a grey night and it was the sort of time were the sky had turned a deep blue before going black. You could see some of the stars and the moon shone bright in the sky like a spot light.

You arrived at the party and slipped in with no one noticing you. You grabbed a beer as you thought that it would be a long night but didn't want to drink anything too heavy as you had to be on alert.

You noticed the man you was tracking who was also the host. He looked so smug and his jawline was chiselled. He had black hair and had slicked it back so none of it affected his eye line. He had an obnoxious amount of rings on both hands which somehow only highlighted his veins.

He held a whisky in one hand and was running the other through his hair as he indulged into conversation with the other guests.

He caught your eye line and you couldn't help but let the anger take over your gaze. He was a wealthy man and showed this off with his numerous cars and many guards. If you were to take this man down it would be hard.

Not only did he have many guards but he lived in the middle of nowhere. His house/ mansion was surrounded with endless fields.

He gave a look back but not a friendly one, one that said I know you. He kept this look until brought into another conversation by the guests.

You sneaked upstairs past the party and started looking all the rooms for some sort of evidence, anything that would give him away.

You was rummaging through what you could only assume was the main bedroom as it had a big en suite attached to it and a floating bed in the middle of the room.

There was a decorative sword hanging from one of the rooms that you quickly examined before carrying on your search.

You had searched basically the whole room and started panicking because there was nothing. No there had to be something you told yourself as you scanned the room frantically trying to find what you was looking for.

You turned around too quick and knocked the sword of the hinges on the wall. You watched it fall In slow motion and the bounce before settling on the floor.

Shit you thought as you heard multiple footsteps heading for the room you was in. You was dead if they found you in here and the room had an open floor plan so there was nowhere to hide.

You ran to the window and looked down. It wasn't a massive fall but big enough for you to be scared, luckily there was small bushes underneath that would cushion the fall.

You stepped back from the window and took 2 big breathes before sprinting at the door. Just before you had run into the glass the door behind you had opened to see a group of guards.

You hit the floor with more power than you thought you would. You right arm cracked as you landed on it. The pain agonising and you wanted to scream in pain, but you didn't have time.

The guards were on their way outside to capture you.

You stumbled to your feet and sprinted forward as fast as you could. You ran through a hay field at full speed. Your lungs burning not having enough time to catch a reasonable breathe. Your arm in pain and you legs begging you to stop you slowed down slightly.

You heard rustling behind you, the same noise that had been made as you ran through the field. As you looked back you saw 3 silhouettes right on your tail.

"stop running" one of them demanded, but you was determined you to keep going to not give in to what they wanted and to not fall to the same fate as your father.

You ran as fast as you could until you came to a edge. Beneath you was a river of water. You had to decided what to do because they could out power you with strength.

They caught up to you and you could see their faces in the moonlight but you didn't recognise any of them.

"what was you doing in Hermes room" you laughed in your head of course the man who killed you father had a name like Hermes how ironic could it get.

You was just about to reply when one of them went to grab your arm so you stumbled back. You slipped on the edge and went plummeting down into the body of water beneath you. None of them followed you but one of them shot through the water with a pistol.

They didn't hit you at first but the second bullet hit you lower abdomen. They then retreated into the darkness and headed back the way the had followed you.

You pulled your self out of the water and slowly made your way through the fields and towards the city that you called home.

You was walking through the city struggling as you held the bullet wound and left your broken right arm to dangle as you couldn't support it.

You was walking fast trying to get home before anyone noticed you were gone but as you turned to look behind you, you bumped into a group of girls.

"i-I'm so sorry I didn't mean to-" I started to ramble. "It's okay are you okay you look a bit battered" one of them started to ask. They were all so pretty. The one who soke to you first had blonde hair and green eyes. She wore jeans and a baggy shirt with a vest that didn't entirely go with the outfit but it was a cool vest.

The other two were both red heads and both had green eyes. They both looked just as concerned ad the first person.

"uh yeah I'm okay" I choked out. "omg are you bleeding" one of the red heads spoke in a shocked voice. I looked down at my wound as saw not only was my hand now covered in my own blood but a small puddle had started to form on the floor from where it had dripped off my hand and to the hard concrete.

The blonde was fixated on my right arm. She clearly new something was wrong with it. "who hurt you" the other red head asked. It suddenly hit me how much blood I had lost from my long journey of 'Hermes' house to here.

My head went light and my body went faint. The last thing I heard was one of them say that I would be okay.

A/n

Hey this is a bit different but I really like it if you guys like it please vote and I will make it into a series. I will obviously still be posting my normal one shots but I had this idea and liked it.