Marvel Imagines and other enjoyable writings (requests closed)

Explosions

I highly recommend listening to the song Explosions by Ellie Goulding while reading this.
You check your appearance for the thousandth time before leaving your apartment and getting in the car. As the song Explosions comes on you adjust your sunglasses and tap your finger on the steering wheel to the beat.
'It's ok to be afraid but it'll never be the same'
Those particular lyrics describe your life perfectly and you sigh. You don't know why you were going back after all these years. You didn't know how you were going to tell your best friend that your survived the explosion that should've taken your life two years ago on a mission as a SHIELD agent. And you certainly didn't know how they would react to you being alive.

The shirt you were wearing showed off your scars which was proof that it had indeed been you that was impaled with shrapnel from the exploding HYDRA base and the fact that one half of your hair had been burned off left you with a very uneven pixie cut was also pretty convincing. But you were still skeptical and nervous. You pulled into the parking lot and turned off the car.

Your face had been programmed into the facial recognition scanner due to your very high status as an agent so you had no problem getting up to the main floor, no, where you had problems was getting off the elevator. Your hands had gotten sweaty and the butterflies in your stomach were turning consecutive somersaults and you became nauseas.

"Come on Y/N, all you have to do is go up and say hi." You shook your hands out and got out. You crossed the small hallway and knocked on the small blue door that now seemed overwhelming huge. A couple seconds later Natasha Romanoff opened the door with a confused look on her face, your old best friend stood right in front of you and she couldn't even recognize you. You reached up and pulled back your hood and took off your sunglasses.

"Hi, Nat." You smiled sadly as shock plastered itself on her face.

"Y/N? H-how are you even alive?" You stood there looking at one another.

"Long story. I just wanted to apologize for not coming back sooner." She didn't respond only opened the door wider and lead you into the living room. Her face had become blank, expressionless and she walked almost robotically to the center of the room.

"Guys, look who I found." Natasha gestured to you and you smiled at Tony, Clint, Thor, and Wanda. "Apparently she's not dead." She laughed dryly at the last part and closed the door behind her. Tony was the first to speak.

"Umm, yea how are you not dead? You kinda blew up." He asked arms crossed. Nat kicked him in the shin and he glared at her.

"Ow. It was a fair question."

"I agree, I would also like to know why you are still living." Wanda said motioning for you to sit down. You simply nodded and sat down. This was going to be a long day.

"Well, I was far enough away from the building that I was still alive when the police, fireman, and paramedics arrived that I was still alive but I was in the hospital for about 6 months and in critical condition. I had numerous amounts of shrapnel impaled in my body, hence the scars and my lungs had some smoke damage. They let me out a year and a half ago but I was afraid to come back here and face you guys after what happened so I've been living in an apartment in Brooklyn for a while." Your voice was a bit hoarse from all the smoke but it was still clear enough. After you finished your story Wanda put an arm around your shoulder.

"Do not worry, we are your friends we will always help you.You do not have to be afraid." She said smiling at you. The rest of the Avengers nodded at you.

"Thank you guys. It took me so long work up the guys to come here and I'm so happy you didn't think I was crazy or anything."

"Well your still crazy, but in a good way." Clint said giving you a wink.

"Oh shut up Barton." You replied rolling your eyes. Natasha laughed and punched your arm lightly.

"Haven't changed a bit." You laughed too and embraced her. You had sat and talked for a while until Steve and Bucky came in. Both boys stopped when they saw you and your breath hitched.

"Y-Y/N?" Steve stuttered looking at the long scars on your arm and neck.

"Steve." You breathed out, the butterflies returning as you looked at your previous boyfriend. There was a moment of silence before Steve rushed at you and hugged you. You hugged him back, tears spilling down over your cheeks.

"I missed you so much Y/N."

"I missed you too, Steve."

"I love you." He whispered in your ear so that no one else could hear.( I hate when things rhyme like that)

"I love you too Steve." After your reunion with your boyfriend you embraced Bucky who was extremely shocked to see you still alive.

"Nice scars." You both laughed and for the first time in what felt like forever you actually felt happy and safe. Finally you were home.