The Disgraced Avenger (An Avengers Fanfic) [Completed] #1

The Blood of Enemies *

Song ~ The Writing's On the Wall, Sam Smith

Mercilessly, I was strapped to a gurney and driven through through the SHIELD helicarrier in a rush. Lights flashed through my vision and left dancing spots in my eyes. I wasn't angry or hurt, I deserved this long ago, I just wished that SHIELD had done it when I knew that I had deserved it instead of giving me a chance to redeem myself.

I was slightly annoyed that I didn't get to save Loki first. But I think he would understand. He saw me back then when I'd killed those creeps. I'm sorry Loki. I clenched my eyes shut. How easy it would it be to use that forgetfulness spell to just drop everything and run? A new start that a daughter of Loki wasn't worthy of.

But no, this was the fate that I needed to accept.

Becky, c'mon, I know you're guilty for getting those guys but it was out of desperation. You were just trying to...

The Avengers, from what I could read, were echoing Castor's protests and pleas. They didn't want me to die, Castor didn't want me to die. Seems like I was the only one that wanted to and maybe Fury. However, seeming as he was the one sentencing me to this ending seemed that he did want me dead.

"Enough." He snapped. "Becky has had this coming for quite some time, she understands the consequences that her actions bought upon her. Why can't you? You quarrel like children, get over yourselves and do something for the better good."

They were behind a glass interrogation window as I was being strapped up to a machine.

"Sir," Steve said. He didn't say anymore, but I sensed the plea in his voice.

"Leave the room if you cannot remain silent, soldier," Fury spoke, his voice cold, it almost sent chills down my spine if I wasn't so unresponsive. The nurse swabbed my arm with alcohol and poised a rather large needle above the skin, waiting for Fury's order. "Rebecca Banner, before your execution, is there anything you'd like to say?"

Please Becky, let me take over, stop fighting me, we both don't want to die and you know that.

I turned my head to look at him scathingly. "For the fucking final time, Rebecca is my aunt's name."

The needle pierced my skin and my senses were quickly engulfed in fire.