And Then I Wrote Marvel

Show Me Light (Part 5)(Final)(Avengers x Reader) *

You froze as soon as you felt the gun pressed against your head. Your breaths shortened, and you felt your mind shifting again. You were too afraid to speak, but you tried to non-verbally tell your friends that you were about to blow.

They were too distracted to notice. They could see that the man threatening to kill you was absolutely serious about his intentions. There would be no negotiations, no "You don't need to do this." You were as good as dead unless they incapacitated him first.

"Now, now, nothing that you can do will work out to well for your little friend here," the man chided cruelly. "You've been missing too long, Destroyer," he whispered in your ear, just loud enough for the others to hear.

"Don't call him/her that," Bucky commanded.

"Ah, Soldier," he smiled. "I've missed you, too."

"Don't call him that," Natasha came to his rescue.

"And the Black Widow. I hear that you two are married, now? It would be a shame if you really became a widow."

You still couldn't respond. All of your energy was focused on keeping your mind.

"This is the only way that I can make sure that Hydra stays safe from this little explosive, putting it down," he continued. "I argued that it was salvageable, after all, it--"

"S/he's not an it!" Steve shouted. "S/he's a human being, unlike what you seem to be."

The horrible man just chuckled, as if the situation were incredibly amusing to him. "Captain, please, I am more human than most," he claimed.

You were beginning to recognize his voice. His higher, nasally voice had been an annoying and frightening constant in the world of your Hydra experimentation. By all means, he should have been killed when you first broke. How was he here now?

"You should be dead!" you shouted, the words tumbling out of your mouth before you could stop them.

He slammed the gun against your temple, and you fell to your knees, seeing stars when you opened your eyes again. "And why would I be dead?" he asked.

You gathered your courage, still do struggling to keep your powers at bay. "I blew you to Hades when I was eighteen," you grunted, wishing that you could hold your head where the metal had hit it. "You were standing right next to me when I went off. You're a dead man, Dr. Hoiser."

"Fortunately, I was not there. You did manage to blow my younger brother to Hades, however. All the more reason, I've realized to kill you," he stated. "Shame, really, I really did think we could get you back."

You felt his posture change, his grip on the gun shift. He was going to shoot.

"Get back!" you screamed.

An a small explosion blasted from inside the scientist's chest a fraction of a second before the gun fired. Instead of embedding itself in your brain, the bullet lodged into your side. Neither the burns on your back from the explosion nor the wound in your side from the bullet, however, effected you in the slightest, because you were the Human Destroyer.

Your warning had been the last thing that you had consciously done before fear had overcome, and your powers had fully made themselves manifest. There was no telling how long you would be out of your own control before you came back, but the Avengers couldn't see that yet.

They could feel that something was a little bit off, and so they stood their ground, waiting for you to signal that you were alright. When you looked up and met their eyes, they knew that they needed to bolt. It wasn't you that was looking back at them; those eyes weren't your own. Never had they seen such bloodlust glaring at them from human eyes. Never, even from Wanda, had they seen such an angry red glow from human irises.