Marvel Preferences and Imagines (Taking Requests)

Bon Jovi Girl Part 2

You were standing in the middle of the road, looking around. Clear blue skies and fluffy clouds hovered above you. You walked a step on the grass expecting a soft crunching sound. But there was nothing, there was no sound. No birds chirping. No soft footsteps whenever you walked. The silence began to frighten you.

Suddenly a car zoomed by with a deafening sound. You watched as the White Mini-van was hit by another car. You saw the car flipped once...twice...three times into the small trees and shrubs on the side of the road. You ran to the car to help whoever was in there, but when you approached, you wished you hadn't. There lying on the dashboard was one of your family members, your mother to be exact.

"Y/n..." She groaned turning to stare at you, "You let this happen"

"No, no I didn't," You said taking a step back.

"Y/n...you monster," a younger voice said. You turned to the seat behind you mom, and you saw your little sister. Her bloodshot eyes glared into yours as a bit of blood ran down her cheek.

"No" You whimpered.

"Y/n!" she suddenly shouted, lunging at you.

"Please...I...I didn't do this." You begged to sink onto your knees.

"It's your fault. How could you? We were your family."  You mother asks.

"No...No..." You cried tears running down your face.

"Y/n! Y/n! Y/n!" they chanted at the same time as they slowly made their way to you.

"Y/n! Y/n! Y/n!" A voice chanted. You open your eyes in a flash and looked frantically around. You saw Natasha looking at you with wide eyes. You quickly wiped away a few tears.

"What....what's up," You asked wide-eyed.

"What's up is that you were screaming and thrashing around." Natasha says, "What the heck made you do that?"

"Nothing," You said quickly, "Bad dream, that's all" You fumble around for your phone and headphones. You were about to play some music, but she yanked your phone away.

"Nope. No music until you tell us it was nothing." She says stuffing your phone in her pocket.

"I told you, it was a bad dream." You say rolling your eyes.

"Y/n, does this have to deal with your experience that you were talking about in the classroom," Steve asks gently. You don't respond, but it didn't matter. They already knew that was the answer.

"y/n...Do you want to maybe tell us what it was about." Bucky asks.

"Why? You guys are basically strangers, don't you think that's kinda deep. That would be something you'd ask on the fifth date or something. And trust me, you guys are way to old to date. I mean, you guys are like 300 years old, and sorry Nat, I don't like girls" You say laughing softly.

"Okay, I'm only 100 about years old," Bucky says.

"That's too bad" Natasha smirks.

"Ewwwww, Natasha's a pedophile" You mock-scream. Natasha rolls her eyes and brings you into a hug.

"Help." You shout, "She's filling me with ...Love"

"Oh no, Bucky. Y/n's dying" Steve says dramatically.

"Oh, that's too bad. I'll say nice things at her funeral" He says, putting a hand over his heart.

"She was too young. If only Nat hadn't filled her with the deadly illness." Steve continues. You flop down on Natasha's lap, 'dying'.

"No, Y/n..." Bucky shouts

"Hey, Steve? What's that building" You ask pointing to a large building with an A on it. You were still laying on Nat's lap, but you quickly got off to get a better view.

"That's home." He says.

"You guys all live in the same tower?" You ask.

"Yeah, is something wrong?" Steve asks.

"Nah, just expect something with a little less team and a little more 'HI RICH FAMOUS TONY STARK LIVES HERE WITH A BUNCH OF FREELOADERS THAT HAPPEN TO BE MY TEAM', you know?" You say.

"Trust me once you get inside...You get the point" Steve says.

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When you step out of the car, you could see that four people were waiting for the rest of the Avengers to come. Natasha, putting a hand on your shoulder, steered you over to them.

"What is this? Why do we have a smaller agent?" Tony asked taking his sunglasses off to study you.

"Tony, we talked about this...this is a teenager," Clint says.

"Teenager...small agent still doesn't explain why she is here," he says putting on the sunglasses.

"You know what they say, Mr. Stark, 'Out with the old, in with the new'. I'm your replacement." You deadpan, extending your hand to greet him.

"I like you kid." He says firmly shaking your hand as you smile.

"So, you're that girl that went missing after the school disaster?" Clint asks.

"What do you mean?" You ask.

"When was the last time you spoke to your parents?" He asks. Your eyes go wide as you realize the last time you actually spoke to your parent was three days ago.

"Oh Shoot" You mumble.

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"¿Entonces quieres decirme que el "Capitán América" te llevó de vuelta a su casa en Nueva York? ¡¿Estas loco?!"  Your mom yelled in Spanish at you over the phone. ( So you mean to tell me that "Captain America" took you back to his house in New York? Are you crazy?) She was bilingual, but every time she got worried or angry she only spoke in Spanish.

"I mean, at least I'm safe, mom" You reply.

""Ahora no es el momento para chistes, Missy. Tu padre y yo estábamos preocupados por tu vida". Your mom says. ( "Now is not the time for jokes, Missy. Your father and I were worried for your life.)

"Mom, Dad doesn't care. Él solo está buscando publicidad. You, on the other hand, are probably just freaking out. How is Sarah doing?" You ask.

"Tu hermana está bien, y estoy seguro de que tú también. Estoy preocupado, y/n" Your mom says. (Your sister is fine, and I'm sure you are too. I'm just worried"

"Mom, I'm not going to leave you like Dad. My test scores were through the roof, remember? If anything happens, I can just bore that to death with random facts" You say smiling into the telephone.

"Puedes quedarte. Estoy seguro de que harás más que nadie. Solo llámame dos veces por semana, nada menos. Además, necesito que practiques tu canto." Your mom tells you. ( You can stay. I'm sure that you will do more than anyone. Just call me twice a week, no less. Also, I need you to practice your singing.)

"Yes, mother." You say before hanging up. 

"So singing?" Natasha says peeking her head in.

"Dangit Natasha," You say as she runs off, probably to tell everyone.