Marvel Imagines

Break In

Female Y/n
Age ~ 17

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The darkness of the compound at night drowned the corridors. Unable to see, I pull my phone from the pocket in my joggers and press the torch button which illuminates the floor infront of me. The compound empty apart from my auntie Yelena and Kate who are already in bed, only me awake. Roaming the dark halls, lit by the small light from my phone, I find myself in the kitchen looking for something to eat or drink.

As I rummage through the shelfs i hear the sound of glass smashing. I look up quickly before turning my torch off and crouching down to not be seen by the Intruder. Surely this can't be happening. The majority of the Avengers are on a mission. All I can infer is the Intruder is a male from his mumbling. Why hasn't FRIDAY alerted my phone? I hear some groaning from the man. Sighing, I grab one of my mom's guns she had hiden in the cupboard and load it as silently as I could.

"Who's there." I hear the man's voice demand. He had obviously heard me loading the gun. "Show yourself!" His voice turning to anger. Turning around, I place the gun in the back of my joggers and stand, revealing myself. The moonlight shining through the windows showing the Intruder to me. He removes his mask, allowing me to see his face. "What are you doing here." He demands to know. I smirk a little. "I live here fuck face. And I bet when the Avengers find out your here they won't be happy." I tell him. He rolls his eyes, flinging his arms up.

A pistol know pointing right at me and begin to panic. "Get over here." He demands, the tone changing once more. Taking a depe breath, I follow is instructions and makemy way over to him. Being careful not to reveal the gun concealed in my belt line. I watch as the gun follows my every move. By now I'm face ro face with him. He takes his empty hand and wraps it around my neck, tightening his grip.

Choking on my words, I manage to get out, "H- hey, g- get o- off!" He chuckles a little. Without thinking shove my knee up and hit him in the crotch. He lefts go but not before pulling the trigger and putting a bullet straight into the chair behind me. Backing up, he cripples over a little and point the gun at me again. Not long after catching my breath, I hear a loud bang and feel a sharp pain through my arm. The pain causing me to scream, "FUCK! YOU DAMN ASSHOLE!" Tears form in my eyes as I pull the gun from behind me and holding it up. He grins at me, standing up more straightly and pulling the trigger once more making a bullet hit into my lower arm making blood begin to roll down and pool around my hand.

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Yelena's Point of View

I jolt up hearing a gun shot from downstairs. Quickly getting from my bed, I grab my gun of the table beside my bed and run down the stairs, slowing down and creeping to not be heard. Another gun shot and I hear a voice shouting. My heart drops instantly, realising who's voice it was. Finally getting to the kitchen, I see broken glass and a man pointing a gun to my niece. Mumbling to myself, "Shit." Suddenly, the lights turn on and I see the blood pouring from Y/ns arm and her head dropping a little. She looks up. Seeing the hope in her eyes after seeing me.

Holding my gun up, I pull the trigger and the bullet leaves the chamber. He collapses, grabbing his leg as blood spurts from his thigh. "What the fuck!" He turns to me. "Bitch!" He yells at me. Dropping his gun, and struggling to crawl to 'safety'. It takes a few mintuites but I manage to find Y/ns phone and call the police. I could have dealt with him, but I can't do that infront of Y/n, not tonight.

"Auntie Lena.." I hear Y/n say faintly. I look over and drop the phone hearing the glass screen crack as I got over to her. She slides down as more blood pours around her starting to soak into her top. "Oh Y/n!" I tear up, the Russian accent becoming more prominent.

"KATE!" I shout as loud as I can. "FRIDAY, GET KATE." I yell. The Intelligence not answering, Y/n mumbles, "H- he took o- over the s- system." She tells me before her eyes close and she falls unconscious. "Shit." I cry as I hear rushing footsteps.

"What happened!?" The voice says.

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The Next Day

Sitting at the bedside of Y/n, I can hear the beeping of the monitors. Doctors and nurses running around outside the room. "I'm sorry Y/n." I mumble, blaming myself for her being hospitalised.

After a while if being sat there, I hear shouting outside. "Tell me where she is!" A familiar voice demands. Heading out to the door, I see the redhead I call my sister. "Natasha!" I say. The redhead turns around and runs to me, wrapping her arms around me. Tears rolling down her face being absorbed into my hoodie. "Is she okay!?" She begs to know. I move aside letting her in the room. "She suffered two gun shots to the arm and severe blood loss. She should be waking up soon." I tell her. She nods, a smile of relief creeping at the corner of her lips. "I'm sorry Nat." I tell her. Looking at my hands, a tear rolls down my cheek. Natasha mumbles, "Lena it's not your fault."

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