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

Forgotten Part 2. -Barton/Murdock.-

Scary flashlights. Spoopy.

Yay. Part 2.

I don't think I will actually finish Socializing Problems due to the fact I can't think of anything for the damn series.

Thank you.

Warnings: Irish Reader, Stupid Writing, Alcoholic Reader.

Words: 746.

-~Previously~-

You shot at his head, but it then rolling off the body, and you groaning.

"Clint, it's just a decoy. They wanted me.. oh fuck." You then ran out of the room, trying to get out of the warehouse, until a sickening boom was heard, and everything around you crumbled, and falling towards the ground, you with it.

-~Now~-

You laid sprawled against the couch of your best friends/bosses couch, the bakery was closed as you snored loudly, flipping to the side when you heard a large knock at the door.

You bolted up, your hair all messy and your shirt all rolled up to the bottom of your ribs. Your tattoo' showed, making you moan, pulling down the blue shirt, and walking towards the door, opening up with your tattooed arm, seeing the landlord.

"Your rent is due Mr- who are you?" The man's voice was high, making you moan, thinking he was an alarm clock and patting his head to make him stop.

"Excuse me, why are you touching my head?"

"I got a bad hangover and I woke up on my friends couch. And your voice is as loud as an alarm clock." You groaned, letting go of the mans head, then leaning against the door frame, your eyes filled with bags and confusion.

"Is your friend here, miss?"

"Hell if I know. You just woke me up." You complained, your hair mixed with (f/c), pink and blue died tips. "Now excuse me, I have to go fall asleep again." You closed the door on the squeaky males face, and waddled over to the couch, collapsing with exhaustion.

--

You wobbled down the street, your body hurting as you just left the bakery, a bag filled with goodies you had just bought

"God, how do humans work high-heels?" You mumbled, leaning against the lamp post and taking off your shoes. You sighed, flipping open your phone, while the black and white dress you wore made you look nice in the orange lighting.

'This is Matt Murdock's phone. This man's blind so-' 'Foggy, Foggy what are you doing with my phone?' Beep.

"Hey, Matthew. Just picking up those goodies you had made me get. Call me back if you don't want them shoved down my gullet and me drunk in my bed. Good night."

You started to walk down Hell's Kitchen, nothing in the world stopping you from being the Irish drunk you where.

You rammed into someone, causing you to drop your muffins and cookies, groaning seeing how Foggy Karen and Matt where going to be upset.

"I am so, so sorry-" The man looked at you, seeing your eyes reminded him of something.

"Excuse me, mister. If ya' going to stare, tell me why before I bash ye' with my shoes." You said, Irish accent thick and proud.

"(Y/N)..?"

"What you say?"

"Nothing, here's your bag." The man scampered off, his blue eyes and blonde hair familiar somehow.

"God damn am I crazy?"

--

Clint rushed back towards the tower, his heart racing as the woman he thought was dead for 3 year was back from the dead. He ran into the Tower, soon landing at everyone's feet panting.

"What the hell's going on with you, Legolas?" Tony asked, reclined in his seat with his fiancé, Lili, who stared at Clint confused.

"I- who- I - huh."

"Clint, darlin' just breath." The blonde inventor said, looking at her friend. "What's goin' on?"

"(Y)-(Y/N)'s alive. I just saw her."

Everyone stopped and stared at the male, as if he was crazy.

--

You fell into Matt's messy couch, as he smiled, heading you land next to him.

"Hey, (Y/N/N), what you got there?" Your boyfriend asked, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as he smelt the Irish girl's natural scent when at their apartment. Beer.

"Our favorite beer, of all time, ye' dork." You smiled, handing him the cold drink after opening it for him. "You owe me somethin'."

"What do I owe you, you Irish baby?"

"A kiss."

Matthew smiled, leaning in for a kiss, receiving a soft and polite kiss from you. You pulled away, opening your eyes, and snuggling into the couch, turning on your ultra favorite movie.

Suicide Squad.

You popped the cap to your beer, turning to Matt, knowing he had heard your movements. "To Insanity?" You smiled.

"To insanity." He clinked his beer with yours, letting you take the first drink.