First off, Social Repose is an amazing YouTube you need to check him out, don't judge by his looks (video above)! He is a perfect Emo Dragonfly.
You were on the Avengers team. You just knew how to fight and had telekenisis. You sat on your bed texting your best friend of all time. You combed your fingers through your short black and (f/c) streaked hair (I know this may not look like you but there is a story behind it).
You. Bestie
But Felicia! Felicia gurl! DA BABY IS YOURS! SURJSHDIWNFIW
Maybe I don't want your trailer trash baby. XD
BUT GURL! IT'S YOURS!!! YOU NEED TO BE IN IT'S LIFE, DIS AINT NO LAUGHING MATTA!
NO HOE! I DONT WANT YOUR PORN BABY!
WHO SAID IT'S A PORN BABY!?
I did.... BIATCH!
FOE GET YOU FELICIA!
Mkay. Gtg! Text ya later!
You got into the bathroom, and took a shower. When you got finished, you put on your makeup. Your face was completely white, with black around your eyes lips, and crossbones on your cheek. You then put in your cat eye contacts. You painted your chest black, and only left your tattoo of (tattoo type) showing. To finish the look, you put on your gauntlet, wings, and he a dress with black and (f/c) feathers. You were a female version of your best friend.
You walked out of your room in Stark towers. Everyone saw you and waved. You waved back. Everyone loves your look and got used to it since you joined the team, but Steve personally felt iffy about the outfit. You sat down next to Clint. You went back to texting your friend. "Hey guys, my friend is coming over soon." You inform. They looked at you like an alien, a Hesitant Alien (how many get this?). "Yes, I have friends, sorta." You said.
"Sir, there appears to be a man wearing a black headress outside. The team looked confused, and you jumped up. "Let him in JARVIS, it's my friend." You said. He walked in and you smiled. "RITCHIE!" You yelled as you saw him. "FELICIA!" He yelled. "So about the baby thing." You began to giggle. "FELICIA THIS IS NO LAUGHING MATTER!"
The team just sat awkwardly watching. "So we are going to go into the music room, and ya." You said. When you left, Clint sulked. "What's wrong Clint?" Natasha asked. "Nothing." He said, clearly pouting like a 4 year old. "Aww, is someone jelly?" Tony asked with puppy eyes. "Piss off." Clint said rubbing his temples.
As you were in the recording studio thingy, you got set up for making a cover with your brother. "So, how is the... Chemo going..." Ritchie said with sadness in his voice. "Good I guess." You said looking at him. "Still talk to Gerard?" He asked. You nodded. When you were in the Make A Wish program, you asked to meet MCR. You stayed in contact with them.
"Ready?" You asked. You and your brother were doing a cover of Cancer by My Chemical Romance. You loved this song so much it hurt. You and Ritchie recorded it and walked out of the room. You and your brother talked a little more and he had to leave. "Later bro!" You said as he walked out of your room.
Clint walked in the room. "Hey. What you do today?" He asked. "Oh, I recorded a video with Ritchie." You said. His face dropped. "So.. He your boyfriend?" Clint said. Yours eyes widened. "No! Oh lord no! He's my brother!" You said. Clint felt embarrassed. "Oh!" He said.
You decided now was the time you should tell him. "Clint... You wanna know why my hair is so short?" You said. He nodded. "I have cancer." You said. His face was in pure shock. "What?" He said. He grabbed you hands and held them. "Yeah it um... Its spread farther. I basically... The doctors said I'm lucky if I live 2 more years." You said, tears spilling out.
Clint grabbed you and held you close. He then lifted your chin up and kissed you. You couldn't help but kiss back. When he pulled away, he smiled at you. "Why?" You asked. "What do you mean?" He responds. You sighed and shifted where you sat for a moment.
"Why are you doing this, when you know I won't live long?" You said, tears dropping once more. "Because, no matter what I love you. And I want you." He said, staring deeply into your now teary (e/c) eyes. He leaned in for one more kiss and held you close, in fear he may lose you in these few seconds.
