The Dark Warriors (BTS X Avengers Au )

Prologue

You woke up to the familiar sound of chaos downstairs. Your stupid friends were at it again. With a groan, you rolled over and blinked your eyes open. *Why are they like this?* You just wanted one morning to sleep in, but apparently, that was too much to ask in this madhouse. You sat up on your bed, scowling, your pout making you look like an angry kitten. *Where's the peace?*

The commotion continued, voices rising. You sighed, knowing it was far from over.

"You absolute moron! Are you trying to kill us all?!" That lovely voice could only belong to Kim Seokjin, the oldest, or as you liked to call him, *Mother Hen*. Sweet and nurturing most days, Jin could turn into a full-on disaster management team when someone messed with his "kids"—aka, you and the rest of the group. And from the sound of it, today's offender was probably Kim Namjoon, the group leader and honorary *God of Destruction*.

You swung your legs out of bed, already knowing what had happened without needing to witness it. Namjoon had clearly entered the kitchen—something he was *strictly* forbidden from doing. Not because anyone disliked him, but because, well, he had a knack for breaking literally everything he touched. Pots, pans, utensils, an entire *fridge* once. You never understood how he managed it.

*"I don't know, it just happens,"* he'd say, every single time. No remorse, no explanation. Just shrugs.

Rubbing your temples, you stomped over to the door, still in your oversized shirt and mismatched shorts. You could feel the bags under your eyes, your hair probably resembled a bird's nest. But did you care? *Absolutely not.*

You swung open your door with a dramatic flair and slammed it behind you for extra effect. The boys could deal with your bad mood. As you descended the stairs, the volume of the shouting increased.

"Hyung! It was an accident!" Namjoon's deep voice echoed through the hall.

"*Accident*?! That's the tenth pan you've destroyed this month! Are you secretly in league with cookware manufacturers? Are you trying to ruin me financially?" Jin's voice was shrill now, the telltale sign that he was close to wielding his ultimate weapon: the pink fly swatter.

You paused mid-step, reconsidering your life choices. Just as you thought about quietly backing out of this situation, you bumped into something solid behind you. A sleepy grunt followed.

You turned your head to see Jungkook, your brother, standing there, looking like a sleepy puppy with bedhead, eyes half-lidded from just waking up. He yawned loudly, then dropped his head onto your shoulder with a thud, his entire body sagging against yours.

"What's going on?" he mumbled, voice husky from sleep.

You rolled your eyes. "The usual. Namjoon tried to cook."

Jungkook groaned in understanding but didn't move, letting his full weight rest on you as if you were his personal leaning post. Together, you stumbled into the kitchen, drawn by the inevitable spectacle.

The scene was pure chaos, as expected. Jin was standing, one hand on his hip, the other holding his infamous pink fly swatter, glaring daggers at Namjoon, who looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him whole.

The rest of the boys—Taehyung, Jimin, and Hoseok—were huddled in the corner, clearly awake but not brave enough to step in. Yoongi, on the other hand, stood on the sidelines, arms crossed, eyes narrowed in his signature look of "I'm done with this nonsense."

Jin waved the fly swatter threateningly. "You are *banned* from the kitchen. Permanently. I will glue you to a chair if I have to!"

Namjoon held his hands up in defense. "Hyung, it was just a—"