Marvel Imagines

It's Not Mine

• Female Y/n •

Looking down at the body on the concrete. The sound of begging coming from his mouth. "Please.." He begs for me not to stab him. I smile at him and bend down, "Stand." I whisper to him. He looks at me. Struggling to stand, he eventually gets to his feet and holds onto the brick wall. Tears coming from his eyes mixing with the blood drying onto his chin. He lunges. Pinning me to the wall with his weakening body. "Fuck. You." He spits out. I laugh after he takes my knife and just about cuts my leg. "Pathetic." I say as I twist his wrist and stab him. The blood quickly pours out all over me. "Fuck sake."

I groan as I stumble into the Tower with a bottle of vodka. The blood drying to my suit. As I walk to where the others are, I mumble, "This won't come out." The group looks over and run to me. All panicked by the blood thay had soaked my white suit. "Y/n! Are you okay? What happened!" My brother, Clint, wants to know. I roll my eyes, "Don't worry! It's not mine." I tell them with a big gleaming smile. So proud of myself.

Clint sighs, "Y/n, you can't just go round killing people!" He tells me. I roll my eyes. I pass Natasha the bottle, to which she gladly accepts, even if there is smudged blood all over the neck. "Let's be honest, by now, you should all know I'm psychotic!" I say chirpily. Natasha looks at me with a smirk, "Y/n, what have I told you?" She asks me. A firm tone in her voice. I smile at her and get closer to her. "Don't kill those who look at you weird." I tell her, acting guilty, with a pout on my face.

She shakes her head with a smile, "Did this person look at you weird?" She asks me. I smile again, "Yes Miss Romanoff..." I tell her with a smirk creeping at the corners of my lips. My brother drags me away from them all, "Don't be flirting with Natasha now. You're in massive trouble Y/n Barton." He tells me. I roll my eyes and take the know from my the slit in my suit. "Clint, Clint, Clint..my dear big brother..I'll flirt with who I want. Now let me wash this blood off will ya?" I ask him pushing the point of the blade to his chin.

He doesnt flinch, but instead moves the blade, "Yes sister." He tells me. I smile as I turn around and skip away. What did he expect? You can't stop a villain from being a villain!