Marvel Imagines: Book One

Complete and Utterly Fucked

Characters: Clint Barton x Stark!Reader, Tony Stark, Jarvis

Warnings: angst, minor fluff

Summary: There has always been a target over your head since the world knew you were a Stark. You didn't know just how dangerous it could be when you went on a grocery shopping trip alone and never returned.

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Tony was a very popular man, but you didn't realize just how popular you were until you went to the store. Everyone knew Tony as Iron Man, as the billionaire who had it all. You were just Tony's little sister who some might think was an airhead that had a ton of money. While some thought that, others genuinely liked who you were. Your brother has invited you to press conferences, board meetings, Avenger meetings, and social gatherings. Everyone knew who you were because of him. It just didn't hit you until you went to the store by yourself.

Usually, you thought people crowded around you because your brother was next to you. After all, everyone wanted to meet the boss man himself. Why would anyone want to meet his shy sister that didn't contribute anything to his company? What should have taken you 30 minutes actually took an hour and a half because all everyone wanted to do was talk to you, take pictures, and have you sign things. It was nice to be noticeable, but you didn't know the dangers of having your name and picture plastered everywhere for anyone to see. Right as you approached your car, your phone rang and you answered it without looking at who it was.

"Hello?"

"Where are you? You should have been back by now," Clint's voice said from the other side.

"Tell Tony I'm kicking his ass when I get home because I could not get a moment of peace. Everyone wanted to talk to me and take pictures with me. This is what I get for attending events with my brother," you grumbled.

"He says he loves you too."

"Yeah, well, I just packed the car up, so I should be home in 20 minutes. My ice cream is going to fucking melt," you pouted.

"Hurry back and it won't," he joked.

"Yeah, I'll be home soon," you said before hanging up. Right as you put your phone in your purse, someone grabbed you from behind. Whoever it was yanked on your hair and placed a rag over your nose and mouth. The first thing your instincts told you was to scream, but the more you inhaled the chemical on the rag, the more your body relaxed. The parking lot was full of cars, so you don't know why anyone didn't call for help when or if they saw this happening. As your eyes were closing, you noticed that not a single soul was outside, instead, they were all huddled inside the store as if there was something more interesting than a young woman getting kidnapped.

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"Didn't Y/N say she was going to be here in 20 minutes?" Tony asked.

"Yeah, she did."

"Jarvis, how long ago did Y/N call?"

"Almost an hour ago, sir."

"Something is wrong," Tony said seriously as he got up.

"What if she's stuck in traffic? Or something happened to the car? Or she stopped somewhere else?" Clint tried to think of reasons why you were late. He didn't like the thought of something bad happening to you while you were by yourself. Iron Man may be your brother, but you were no Avenger.

"Track her phone, Jarvis. Where is she?"

"She seems to still be at the store. Her phone hasn't changed locations since she got there."