Hi, I'm here to Avenge you! [Avengers x Reader]

Socializing Problems Part 2 -Avengers-

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Warnings: Singing, Mention of Kidnapping, Mention of Human Experimentation, Close to death situation.

-~To the Story!~-

After your morning routine, you stood in the shower, your eyes closed, as you massaged your scalp, and the hot, relaxing water running down your bare skin.

You sighed, loving the feel of the water down your body, complimenting your skin, while you then starting washing out the nice smelling shampoo.

It was the time for everyone to wake up, so outside of your bathroom and room, there was small chatter, and footsteps going on outside.

Every single time you wanted to release stress, you sang to yourself, or sang to a song to calm you down. Even though it was a typical thing, the sound of your voice always cooled your jumpy nerves.

"There's no sunshine, this impossible year. Only black days, and sky grey, and clouds full of fear. And storms full of sorrow that won't disappear,"

"Just typhoons and monsoons, this impossible year," You held out the note, only hearing the piano version of the song being played, and your voice.

"There's no good times, this impossible year. Just a beachfront of bad blood, and a coast that's unclear,"

"All the guests at the party, They're so insincere. They just intrude, and exclude, this impossible year," Everyone shuffled around your door as you sang loudly, always loving your voice before missions, because you had a calming voice.

"There's no you and me, this impossible year! Only heartache and heartbreak, and gin made of tears,"

"The bitter pill is swallowed, the scars souvenir. That tattoo, your last bruise, this impossible year!" You sang, washing down your arms, the soap being washed of right as it appears, and a small smile down your face as you sang.

"There's never air to breath, there's never in-betweens. These nightmares always hand on past the dream!" You held your note, the air slowly disappearing from your lungs, and then the soap from you legs falling into the drain.

You sat there, watching as you smiled, not knowing anyone was at your door. The boys jaws dropped, never knowing that a beautiful and shy girl like you, could sing as long and elegant creature could. Nat's face was slightly surprised, a small smile on her face, and Wanda surprised you could do something without screwing up.

"There's no sunshine."

"There's no you and me."

"There's no good times."

"This impossible year."

You then stopped the water, and opened the door, letting the steam fall out into the small room. Everyone rushed away from the door, as you then shivered from the cool air hitting your hot skin.