Marvel Universe Imagines and One Shots Book Two

And then there were none - Part 1 - Avengers x Reader

I am sort of basing this story on the novel written by Agatha Christie in 1939 that has the same title. I have always been a big fan of her work and see her as one of the trailblazers for female authors. I have a feeling that this is going to be a long one, so if people like the premise, I will be doing this in a book of its own. I am taking the team back in time to the 1930s, so things will be a little different. But I hope you'll enjoy.

Each of them gripped tightly to the invitation that they have received. Their hands buried deep in their coat pockets to shield them from the cold wind that whipped across the water. It was an invitation that told them it would benefit them all to attend the weekends get together. An invitation that called them to a large house that sat proudly on the top on an island that rose dramatically out of the sea. The island and majestic old home only accessible by the small old boat in which they all currently sat.

The guests turned their concern from the cards in their hands, to the others sat around them. One or two recognised others from the social papers. From headlines that they had caused. But others, others were a complete mystery.

"Well, this is awkward." An amused tone suddenly said. The others turning all their attention to the dark haired man, with the neatly trimmed beard, that had just pulled a small hip flask from the pocket of his large, blue chinchilla wool overcoat. His finely tailored English suit underneath telling everyone that the man was not short of money. Though not one of them doubted it anyway. Everyone else onboard the rickety, spluttering vessel knew who the grinning man was. After all, he had never shied away from publicity. All sure that even a hermit living in a cave somewhere would know of the infamous billionaire, Tony Stark.

"I know that this is probably a stupid question, but I take it that you all received an invitation too?" Stark continued. The billionaire giving the only woman in the boat a quick wink. It obvious that she wasn't interested in his antics, as she rolled her eyes disdainfully.

"Yeah, ya right. It is a stupid question." A gruff reply came. Everyone now looking at another dark haired man, that sat by the side of a well-built gentleman with strawberry blonde hair. The other passengers recognising the duo as Captain Steve Rogers and Sargent James Buchanan Barnes. Both men heroes of the great war. Both having gone above and beyond in the European field of battle.

"Thought so. But it was worth trying to break the ice. And let's face it, anything would be better than listening to that guy lose his lunch." Tony continued, as he pointed with his hip flask to the front of the boat. The once rather calm and quiet looking curly haired man, that was sat with his head over the side, doing his best not to lose his glasses at the same time that he lost the contents of his stomach.

"I think the rich boy might be right." Another commented with a sniff. As he pulled the dark brown fedora from his head. The other occupants finally getting a proper look at the man that had been one of the mysteries as they had arrived at the little dock. The others now certain that they had never seen him before.

"Thanks pal. I always know I'm right. Though occasionally it's nice to have others see that too. Anyway, as it seems like most of you probably know who I am, and of course who the frosty guy that's sat next to the captain, is. Why don't the rest of you lesser known folk introduce yourselves? I mean, if we're gonna be spending the whole weekend together it only makes sense that I know who I'm gonna be drinking with. Though I am sure that the beautiful widow Romanoff doesn't need any introduction. Although if she wishes to make her way to my room later............." Tony chuckled, as he raised the flask back to his lips.

"You shouldn't talk to a lady like that. And if you continue to do so, I might just have to do something about it." The mystery man hissed, as he leant a little closer to the billionaire. Tony raising his hands in surrender as the man continued to glare.

"Fair enough. But as Sir Lancelot here has been the first to speak, you might as well tell us your real name if your going to threaten me..............."

"My name is Barton. Clint Barton. The man interrupted, before moving back in his wooden seat. A small smile pulling at the corners of his lips, as the widow nodded at him.

"Well, that's one down. What about the rest of you...............?"

"Sam Wilson. Sargent Sam Wilson............"

"Ah. I have the company of three military men for the weekend. Should be interesting...........Who knows, if everything gets a little crazy, we might end up doing the military two step together. And what about you?" The billionaire enquired with a chuckle, as the queasy man at the front of the boat finally removed his head from over the side.

"Banner. Doctor Bruce Banner. It a pleasure." The doctor replied, as he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his mouth.

"Scott. Scott Edward Harris Lang. Out of San Fransisco, California. Nice to meet you all. Never thought I would find myself in such illustrious company." The cheery man explained. Seeming to be the only one that wasn't minding the slightly rough journey.

"And what about you, kid...............?" Everyone looking at the rather young man that sat at the back of the boat, appearing slightly hesitant.

"Peter...........Peter Parker................."

"Isn't this nice? One big, eclectic happy family. Well, here's to a good weekend. And to finding out why all of this could be to our advantage." Tony declared. Taking one more sip of the fine cognac, before placing the flask back into his pocket.

"Ya should all get ready. We'll be arriving in a minute or two. I was told that ya should make ya own way up ta tha house." The old, rather weathered looking captain of little boat informed them, as they rounded the corner of the island. Those the first and last words that left his lips, as a small jetty came into view.

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A pair of eyes watched as the small boat got closer to the island. The host of this weekend's little get together smiling, as they imagined the unusual mix of nine souls that were braving the slightly turbulent long stretch of water between the mainland and the island. All this had taken some time to plan. All of it taken time to put in place. But now it was. Now that they had been able to find them all and bring them together. It was time to start the game. And by the end of it, not one of them would be left standing.