Clint: Your voice echoed off the walls of the crowded nightclub. The keys of the piano resonated and seemed to give strength to your voice. Some talked, some drank, some gambled, and some listened. As the song ended, you stood, a smile plastered on your face, and bowed. The club erupted with applause as you exited the stage and went to change. You glanced at the dirty dressing room mirror. You sighed and sat in a chair in front of the mirror. Covering your face with your hands, you allowed a few tears to slip through you trembling fingers.
You hated this job. But you had no other choice. Parents dead, no relatives. Therefore, no money. You worked hard to get where you were today. You had done things you weren't proud of but you were finally not living on the streets anymore. As soon as you had enough, you were leaving this crummy club and getting a job that would pay better.
You changed into a more comfortable dress and stepped back out into the masses of sweaty people dancing to the newest hit. You pushed past them all and went outside for some fresh air.
"Hello Y/N" a male voice said from a dark corner of the street.
You backed up and defensively reached for your purse.
"Who is it and what do you want?" You willed your voice not to tremble but it still did.
The man stepped out of the shadows. Attractive blonde hair, nice body, and beautiful eyes. He didn't look like a thug.
"My name is Clint Barton. I have been looking a long time for you. You see, I know your sister and she would like to see you again."
"What sister? I was an only child!" You said as your voice rose several pitches.
"I am a part of the Avengers, the ones who saved New York. I need you to come with me. Your sister misses you." Clint said calmly.
"I just told you I don't have a sister!" You nearly shrieked.
"Be that as it may, you do have a sister. Will you please come with me?" He asked.
"Prove that you are really a part of the avengers." You said nervously.
With a flash, Clint whipped out a piece of paper signed by Tony Stark. You knew you shouldn't, but you nodded.
As you walked to the man's car, you hesitantly asked, "What's my sister's name?"
"Natasha. Natasha Romanoff." The man replied.
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Thor: You ran as fast as you could, but it was no use. They were gaining. You screamed even though you knew no one would hear you.
"Please! Help me! I don't want to go back!" You shrieked.
One of the scientists grabbed your arm and gave it a wrench. You cried out in pain. It was too late. You were caught again. Just as the man brought the gun down on your head, a flash of blue light flooded your eyes. All went dark.
(Sorry it's so short. All will be explained later.)
Bucky: (Trigger Warning) You stared down at the glassy black water. So smooth, so kind it seemed. You longed for the inky blackness to fill your lungs, head, and heart. To die.
"So jump." The voice in your head commanded. Tears slipped down your cheeks and fell into the water. You slipped out of your shoes and pulled your socks off. You stripped down to a T-shirt and a pair of leggings. The frosty January chill penetrated the thin fabric. With trembling fingers, you hoisted yourself onto the edge to the bridge. You stood precariously. You took one more glance around you. The trees were frozen, the sky was black, the night was cold, and everything seemed dead. Just like you were going to be. With a last trembling breath, you jumped. The water hit your body with such force and the icy water filled your nostrils. You glanced up as you sank, and saw a flash of silver glint in the pale moonlight. Something hit the water a few feet away. You closed your eyes just as something grabbed your arm and pulled you towards the surface. But it was too late. You were already unconscious.
Loki: You were alone at the Stark Tower. You were Tony's niece but you had come to live with the Avengers after the death of your parents. They had all gone to a party and you had stayed behind saying that you were too tired. You crawled into your comfy bed and quickly fell asleep.
You were having the dream again. You were dying, a knife protruding from your chest, suffocating you. You struggled to breath and you could feel the sharp pain. You screamed and clawed at your chest, yet you couldn't remove the knife. You fell down a dark hole and when you hit the bottom, you felt a jolt of pain.
You woke up screaming, as you always did. You screamed a few moments even after the dream was over. Then you began to have a panic attack. You struggled to breath and you trembled. You got out of bed and stumbled into the living room disoriented and crying. You shook and could barely walk. You tripped over the coffee table and fell forward. You expected to hit the edge of the lamp table, but instead a pair of strong, thin arms caught you.
They helped steady you and you looked up to find the clearest most beautiful green eyes you had ever seen.
Loki frowned and was about to say something snarky, but he saw how you were shaking and tears still slipped down your cheeks.
You knew Loki lived here now but he mostly kept to himself and he had only just started to socialize. You had forgotten that he didn't like going out.
"Whatever is wrong with you?" He asked, his hands still holding you steady.
You hiccupped and for some odd reason began to tell him about the dream. You both sat down on the couch and as you told him, you calmed down. Before you had a chance to finish, you had fallen asleep. And that is how everyone found you at two in the morning. Your head was in Loki's lap and he was reading a book that he held in one hand, and with the other hand, he absently stroked your hair. He pressed a finger to his lips and gave a quiet Shhhhh. The Avengers quickly and quietly went to the own rooms, fearing what Loki would do if they woke her up and in shock that Loki would even care.
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~ Chrissy
