Y/N was the adopted child of Natasha Romanoff, when she died Clint Barton and his family became his legal guardians. Following in his mother's footsteps Y/n has been using what training Natasha bestowed upon him to help fight the crimes plaguing New...
Y/N woke up, he could see Kate laying in the bed next to him and Natasha sitting, now more comfortably than she was when she was first admitted to hospital, she was still confined to a bed however, they all were. Y/N looked down and saw the scars from where he was impaled, he saw the strangulation marks on Kates neck, he saw the bullet wounds on Natasha. As Y/N looked around he was hoping Yelena's death was just a horrible nightmare brought on by recent events, but it wasn't, she was dead, and two of the three people responsible where still out there having the time of their life with the two of the city's protectors in hospital.
As Y/N went to stand up he heard a familiar voice.
"Don't, Y/N, stay in the bed."
"Aunt Pepper? Morgan?" Y/N asked as he also saw Morgan sat there.
"Yeah, it's us. Before you try anything, I'm warning you now, if you even think about standing up out of that bed, I'm going to have Banner pin you down." Morgan said as Y/N gulped, Morgan seemed to be picking up Natasha and Peppers 'Do not fuck with me' face.
Y/N took a deep breath, and forced himself to sit up in the bed if it hurt this bad sitting up, he dreaded to think what a fight was going to be like.
Y/N waited, sleeping until he awoke to see both Morgan and Pepper asleep, as were both Kate and Natasha. Y/N grabbed a piece of paper and a pen. He wrote a note to Kate, David, and Natasha. He left Kates note by her bed and Natashas by hers before sneaking out and making his way back to the compound, he was struggling to breathe.
When he reached the compound the pain in his ribs was getting worse but he had to keep going, even if this was his 'one last time'. With his only real suit destroyed Y/N was forced to use his old 'suit'.
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Y/N struggled just to take his hospital clothes off, falling to his knees from the pain after just taking his shirt off. Y/N was suiting up when he realized that he had torn his stitches, he headed to a first aid kit in his desk and stitched himself up again before finishing suiting up. As he headed out into the city Y/N was left with no support from FRIDAY and the other Avengers not knowing where he was, he limped through the streets, he had barely enough energy to climb to the rooftops, the only think keeping him going was the Romanoff family motto. As he walked through the streets Y/N was having to use nearby walls and lamp posts to keep himself on his feet, he was alone with his thoughts, which was the most dangerous place for him to be, he was more of a danger to himself when he was alone with his thoughts.
'I wish they were all here, Wanda, Aunt Lena, Grandma Melina, Kitty, they're all gone, because I failed them all.' Y/N thought to himself as he slumped against a wall before using said wall to climb back to his feet and continue walking through the streets. Y/N was walking through the street when a group of mobsters pulled up, he tried to fight them off but he was too weak, they knocked him out and stuffed him into a car.
When Y/N woke up he was zip tied to a chair facing Fisk and Yuri. Yuri was looking at Y/N like he was the deadliest thing in the room, she knew how well he could fight, even in his condition, if pushed, he could wipe the floor with her and maybe even take down Fisk before succumbing to his wounds. She knew how risky it was to keep him like this. When Y/N had managed to get his bearings Fisk sat down opposite him, he looked pissed.
"You know, for years, I built up my Empire after that Daredevil sent me away, I rebuilt my grip on the city, then...you came along, you tore my world apart, came after me from every angle, made me realize just how much that Daredevil had let me off, you had me struggling for two years before I managed to rebuild properly, how old were you then, during the blip." Fisk asked.
"I'd say nearly 20 years old." Y/N said in a smartass tone before Fisk punched him across the jaw.
"For years I've had to put up with your insolence, now I'm going to finally be free of you. Bishop won't be alive long enough to miss you." Fisk said as he began to repeatedly punch Y/N who took the beating, struggling to keep his eyes open, Fisk was close to finishing Y/N off but something flew into his hand and got stuck in the king pins hand, it began to send electricity through him.
Fisk ripped it out and looked at it, it was like a boomerang apart from one thing...it was shaped like a Bat.
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The sound of heavy bootsteps could be heard as Y/N turned to see the source of the batarang come walking out of the shadows.
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"It's the freakin' bat." Y/N muttered to himself as he looked at The Batman in awe.
A goon attacked Batman only to be beaten to the ground and knocked unconscious.
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"The hell are you supposed to be?" Fisk asked, clearly he hadn't ever read a comic book before.
"I'm Vengeance."
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