MARVEL & DC REQUESTS [always open]

Marvel One-Shot #2

Information:

One-Shot Request; Select Men//Tony, Cap, Bucky, Pietro

Scenario: He kills you/lets you die in front of him.

Warnings: Death. Death by the enemy/death by them. May cause extreme sadness. [I'm sorry!!! I may do a part two like what happens after......if you want]

Word Count: 3,855

A/N:I DON'T dedicate one-shots, just like preferences, in case that wasn't clear. One more thing, you can pick a certain limited amount of people for the one-shot/preference.

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Tony Stark -
The men lining the ground with guns in the arms hollered out as the Hulk smashed through their barriers.

   Tony almost laughed from in his helmet. How any of them believed they had a chance against the Avengers. It was pitiful, really. But he knew he'd be scolded by Cap, and you, if he acted in such a way. He needed better manners, you'd always say.

   He flew down, landing and causing a thud to echo in the empty building. Half the roof smashed inward. From inside his helmet his eyes widened at the sight before him.

   The man, one he quickly told F.R.I.D.A.Y to identify, stood with a gun pointed at your back. His arm held your throat tightly. You winced, but refused to cry out.

   The pain seemed to become worse when you caught sight of the familiar suit of armor. Tony, your mind thought. You wanted to speak, but you were afraid the trigger would echo if you did.

   "What's going on here?" Tony's voice echoed. To himself, it sounded hollow. The room was almost spinning. His nerves were on fire.

   A few more men entered, all armed. Natasha was being tugged in by one. You spotted her before Tony and tears welled in your eyes. Your sister quickly spoke out, "It's fine. We're gonna-"

   Natasha hit the ground silently, and she stayed silent as they brought her back up. All she did after was spit the grime and blood from her mouth.

"Let us go. Or we kill them both."

The demand rang in Tony's ears. He blinked back his nausea, focusing on the men around him. Approximately twelve.

Where the hell is everyone else?, he thought while grinding his teeth down together. You grabbed the man's arm, pulling at the flesh. It made no difference.

"I have a better plan," Tony spoke. He sounded almost sincerely calm. But you knew him too well. You knew he was silently freaking out. "You let the ladies go and we, men, settle this."

"I have an even better plan." The man behind you spoke, his voice slick with hate. You wanted to cower back away from him but his hold made sure you couldn't. "Meet my demands now, or one dies."

Tony stared ahead through his mask blankly. He could almost hear his heart in his ears. Nat.. you.. if either of you died the team would never forgive him. He would never forgive himself.

The sound of a trigger moving brought him back his thoughts. A gun now rested neatly pressed against Natasha's forehead. She was on her knees, arms bent behind her. There were no tears, no cries for help.

Till you sounded.

"Tony, not Nat. Not Nat! I'll never forgive you! Ton-" The man holding you cut off your oxygen with an abrupt snap. You fell helplessly to the dirt at his feet.