Marvel Imagines

Rush

• Female Y/n •

I walk into the Common room frantically looking for my phone. Throwing cushions and pillows on the floor, I hear my ringtone. The annoying part is having my phone ringing me. But not just my mobile. My work phone. Being Tony Starks daughter but also being part of a group who killed criminals is incredibly hard to balance. My shirt is soaked in blood and the whole team is staring at me. Finally, my father, decides to pipe up, "Y/n Stark. Who's blood is that!?" He stupidly asks me. I roll my eyes still looking for the phone, "Not yours, so it doesn't matter does it?" I ask him with a sarcastic tone in my voice.

He sighs and groans a little. Each member of the team mutters. I hear them, "Just like Stark." "Definitely his." "What the fuck." "But really, whos blood is that?"

I roll my eyes once again then find the mobile. I see it's the captian of team A. I answer the phone and put it on speaker. "Boss, he's on the run." I get told. I get pissed off. Yelling down the phone in Russian I tell him, "Boy the way you blowing up my phone won't make me leave no faster! Put my coat of faster. Leave my home no faster." He makes a clueless sound before asking, "Boss?" I growl a little. "You pathetic piece of shit! I swear to god if you don't shut it right now, I'll put a all my bullets through your skull." I shout at him. He hangs up.

I sigh, mumbling in Russian. "What did she say?" My father asks. The redhead assassin replies, "Nothing important for you to know Stark." I chuckle at that. My father tells me, "I'm still your father."

I smile before checking the bullets in my gun. "Be glad it's not your skull dad." I say in Russian. Before heading to the door swinging the gun round my finger. "Okay, who decided to teach my daughter Russian?"