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

Left Brain, Right Brain.

This was so much fun to make! Gah!

This was a collaboration, and it was so much fun!

I had made up a random idea during school, while texting my friend, Mel_Malone and we ended up going with it.

This song was: Left Brain, Right Brain by: Bo Burnham.

I couldn't believe her righting skills, they where fantastic as she wrote her part! I'm so god damn jealous! It was so pretty!

I love you Mel!

Warnings: Cursing, Bipolar Lili, Angry Mel, and Singing.

Words: 1324.

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-~To the story!~-

"Hey, (Y/N)." Tony said, watching you walk in, while he tinkered with his invention.

"Hi, I'm sorry." You said, hopping onto the medical bed.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, looking at you, turning down his music.

"Not great." You shrugged, playing with your sleeves.

"Has the medication been working?" The inventor asked, his brown orbs fixated on your sad posture.

"No, it hasn't been." You confessed, picking at your sleeves.

"What are your symptoms?" He questioned, grabbing your hands, being your boyfriend, and best friend.

"I just- I internalize my feelings, I- I just have trouble articulating my feelings to other people and relating to them is just hard-"

"So you're still a little bitch?" Tony joked, making you let go of his hands, and slap his chest.

"Gah, wow, real mature of you, Ton." You huffed, hitting him softly over and over again.

"I was just joking, dummy."

"Don't start with this shit, Ton." You whined.

"I'm Tony Stark, I can say anything I want."

"Alright just get- what's- what's wrong me? What's wrong with me please?" You begged, wanting to know what was going on with you.

"Your emotions and logic are at war." You looked at Tony confused.

"Okay."

"Your creativity and analysis is at war. And most simply, your left and right brain are at war."

"My left and right brain."

"To fix the problem, we must separate them from each other."

"Separate-"

"Splitting your neurological in 5.. 4.. 3.." Tony started counting down, making you scared.

"Can we book an appointment? Not just start counting down?" You panicked.