Thrift Store. (Avengers X reader.)

It's the fourth chapter, and im already dying??? Damn.

The helmet Looked cool. 

I want it.

So I took it.

"Jasmine! I'm done with these." Matt was close behind me, snacking on some peanuts that he found in his pocket. 

"Well that's some great fin-" She was staring at the helmet.

"D-do you know what this is?" She was staring at me, i got a bit nervous, was it something bad?

"Is there something wrong with it?" 

"N-no it's just..nevermind..i'll bag these for you.."

- - - - - - - - 

"She knew something." Started Matt.

"You think I don't know tha-"

I was interrupted by the sound of Gunshots. Lots of them. In seconds a motorcycle ran past us, causing Matt to jump behind me and me to yell at the people on the motorcycle.

It was the avengers. 

Well more like Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton. 

They were positioned weirdly, Tony was in the middle, looks like he was talking about something, Natasha was driving and Clint was shooting something..? Tony seemed to be holding onto them both for safety. (A/N: Refer to the picture above.) What seemed to bother me slightly is why Tony didn't have a suit..and what Clint was shooting at..

BANG!

It took a few minutes for it to soak in. I quickly turned to look at Matt in fear, he heard it too, but he knew who got hurt, I didn't. I dropped all the bags, crouching down and held onto my Left shoulder. Matt crouching down with me, trying to check if i were alright, but his words were blurred together.

"CAN..HEAR..-E?!? Y-.....ME??"

Gosh that hurt. 

I couldn't register what was happening next, but it seemed as Matt was doing something with his cloths..? His Jacket. It was his Jacket. He wrapped it tightly around my arm, right above the wound, trying to slow down the bleeding. I looked around my appearance, black spots clouding my vision.

No, I am not going to faint, not right now. I fight to stay awake, it would be harder for Matt to help me out. I watched Matt he seemed to be talking, his hand on his ear?

No..that's a phone. He's calling someone..but who?

The pain suddenly got worse, I hissed in pain, still clutching on the wound.

"I don't.....just come!!....is hurt and.....I can't.."

It's was getting harder to understand what he was saying. I tried to focus on each word individually.

"True..but I can't see...bags..heal..what if I...it might not work....hurt her worse.."

Who was he talking too?

"Hurry!"

The shooter drove past us by now, possibly chasing after the avengers. Matt's main focus was on me, and me not dying.

"Hey Matt." I whispered.

"Psst. MATT."

"Y/N!! Oh....you...alright..??"

"...I'm water hungry."

"..."

"..."

"Oh..gosh. Not....again.."

I heard the of a engine in the back  slowly I turn around to be met witha red and black car. Do I know this car??

Out walked Wade. Still in his Deadpool suit, and what seems to be blood.

"Have..know because of you intolerant.......I lost a.....deal....kill..
now...covered in Blood!!" His voice would at one point muffle out in my ears. He waved his hands around dramatically, until he saw me.

"Damn..30 minutes....Matt...I left for...and...injured?? I thought....was...who was very...irresponsible.."

Gosh do they not stop talking?
I slowly raised to my feet, this alarmed Wade, as for Matt couldn't see.

"Where...going?"

"Car." I was able to mumble out, until my body completely gave up on me. Allowing me to collapse on the ground.

If I were to guess, I probably bashed my head open from falling on the sidewalk.