Avengers with random plots

THAT DAMN DISEASE

I never thought I would wake up one day and have my life turned upside down by a talking raccoon, but here I am. Let me tell you the story of how Rocket Raccoon, of all creatures, managed to give me a deadly and incurable disease.

It all started innocently enough. The Avengers were on a mission to retrieve a powerful artifact from a distant planet. Rocket, being the skilled pilot that he is, was tasked with flying us to our destination. I should have known better than to trust my life in the hands of a trash panda, but I was too busy admiring the view of the stars to notice any red flags.

Upon reaching the planet, we were met with heavy resistance from the local inhabitants. We fought our way through and managed to retrieve the artifact, but not without sustaining some injuries. Rocket, being the reckless one that he is, decided to take a shortcut back to our spaceship by jumping off a cliff.

Now, being a super soldier, a little fall like that would not have affected me. But little did I know that my troubles were just beginning. As we landed on the ship, I noticed something strange. My arm, the one made of vibranium, was starting to feel a bit numb. I brushed it off as just a minor side effect from the fight.

But as we made our way back to Earth, I could feel the numbness spreading throughout my body. I tried to ignore it, but it only got worse. I finally went to see Bruce Banner, our resident doctor, and he gave me some news that shattered my world. Rocket had accidentally injected me with a disease that was both deadly and incurable.

Now, you must be wondering how a raccoon managed to do that. Well, turns out, Rocket had a habit of storing all sorts of dangerous and unknown substances in his pockets. And in the heat of the battle, he must have accidentally injected me with one of them.

Of course, I was furious with him. How could he be so careless with the lives of his teammates? But Rocket being Rocket, he just shrugged it off and said, 'Hey, at least it wasn't a grenade this time.'

Needless to say, I was not amused. But as the days went by and my condition worsened, I couldn't help but see the humor in the situation. Who would have thought that I, the Winter Soldier, would be brought down by a talking raccoon? Tony Stark found it hilarious, and even Steve couldn't help but crack a smile at the ridiculousness of it all.

But jokes aside, I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread knowing that my days were numbered. I was given a few months to live, and there was nothing anyone could do to save me. So I decided to make the most of my remaining time, with the help of my friends and the Avengers.

And although Rocket's actions brought upon my demise, I can't help but have a soft spot for the little furball. I mean, who knew a tiny raccoon could have such a big impact on someone's life? So thank you, Rocket Raccoon, for giving me the most memorable and unexpected exit from this world. And if there's an afterlife, I hope I get to meet a talking tree too.