Marvel Imagines And One-Shots

Forgotten P. 2 (Avengers x Reader)

Okay so this second part was requested by @ShadowLightning I honestly didn't see it for a while and then when I did, I kinda forgot. SO IM SUPER SORRY AND I HOPE SOME FLUFF WILL MAKE UP FOR IT (After something bad happens of course because that's just who I am)

ALSO REQUESTS ARE OPEN PEOPLE!!!

If your Avenger is mentioned in this, just change the name to a different one.

Warning: Language/maybe death, depends on how I feel when I write this.

Prompt: Second part to Forgotten

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"Uh." Is the only thing you can seem to push out of your mouth, Y/A who you had grown to like the most was sitting right next to you. 

"Hello Y/N." He/She sighs. 

"H-hi." You mutter back, not wanting to ask the impending question on your brain. "Can I help you? Is someone dying?"

"No." They chuckle. "No one's dying." You look over and see the rest of the Avengers in your doorway, staring at the two of you.

"Well. I'm going to take a guess that you heard all that." You sigh and push yourself up from the couch to stand by the balcony.

"We did." Clint sighs and comes to stand on the other side of you, Y/A on the other.

"Well that's just great." You sigh. "Just f*cking great!"

"Language." Steve mutters, you sigh and lay your head down on the railing. 

The events that occured next, no one was ready for. 

It started with Jarvis notifiying you all that there was an intruder, all you of you shared a look before bolting to the elevator; you grabbing your gun from the nightstand before you go.  The elevator ride couldn't have been more slow or awkward, you were squished in the middle of the group with Y/A right behind you and I mean right behind you. 

The doors finally open and you all pile out, to see the living room floor trashed. Spray paint marks are everywhere with cans littering the floor, the table was smashed, the fridge hung open with the food smashed on the floor. (You internally cried at this) Bullet-holes were everywhere in the walls.

"They're still here." Natasha mutters and points to a door with a light shining through the bottom. You, being the only one smart enough to grab a weapon, start walking forward. Behind you, they all share a look at your bravery or stupidness, which ever suits you best. You make it to the door and stop, did you really want to risk everything for them? Even after everything that's happened? 

They're my team, like it our not; we have to have eachothers backs.

With that final thought you round-house kick, almost hitting Clint, Steve, and Thor in the head, to kick the door open; it goes off its hinges as a group of six or so people dressed in black turn around surprised. 

Then all hell breaks lose, you start shooting at them as they start shooting at you.

You fight as best you can

Till everything goes black

And you can't hear the shots or shouts anymore.

Part 3? Or naw?