Marvel Preferences and Imagines (Taking Requests)

The Red Petals

A/n: If you want to see me write any from that list, comment on it. I really enjoyed writing this so enjoy reading it.

You were apart of a street gang called The Red Petals. You and the rest of your team members, all girls, worked to get rid of people such as rapists, abusers, and any other monsters that roam the streets. Although your actions may not have been the least violent, you never managed to kill anyone. You made sure that no one got away. 

Still, it didn't matter how evil these people were, the media portrayed you as villains who would ruthlessly murder anyone that comes into your eyesight. They call your team The Red Death. Every police officer and vigilante wanted to take your group in. All of this publicity attracted the Avenger's attention, making you their new target.

You were walking with your team on Thursday night when your team member, Maddie pointed at a screen.

"Great, our jobs just got harder." She says. Maddie, who was African American, always wore her hair naturally curly. She had deep brown skin and warm golden brown eyes. She was, by far, the prettiest of all of you, but she didn't go flaunting it. Instead, she was very humble and always helped you with makeup and shopping for dates.

"They're pinning us?" Mina asked. Mina was the daughter of a Chinese immigrant. She had midnight black hair and dark brown, almost black eyes. She was the weapons girl. She often helped your team work on your aim and focus. You wouldn't have this team without her.

"Yeah," Kirsten grumbled. Kirsten, the daughter of two Mexican immigrants, was the smartest one in your group. She worked best behind a computer, making sure that you had the right technology for your 'missions'. Your favorite object that she created was a pair of contact lenses that let you identify who you were talking to and who was listening in on your conversation.

"Great. That's just awful" Rebecca muttered. Rebecca was the youngest of all of you. She was 24, but she looked around 18. Rebecca was also the strangest of your group. She was part siren and could control people with her voice if she chose so. Even without her powers, her voice was amazing.

"We need to get back home," You say. You were the daughter of one of the notorious gang leaders in Italy. You never had your father's evil streak though. You always were the goodie-two-shoes in his gang. That, evidently, was why you ended up leaving Italy and coming to New York.

"Yeah" Maddie agreed. She turned away from the screen and started to walk back to your Brooklyn apartment. 

You weren't the richest people in the world, so you all had side jobs. Maddie worked as a waitress at a local diner. Mina taught shooting and archery classes. Kirsten was a computer science teacher at a local public school. Rebecca worked as a voice instructor. You...You worked at a bar. Your job, in particular, allowed you to listen to conversations that might alert you to new people to turn in.

You jammed your key in the key, and you opened it slightly. You peered in, shutting the door immediately after you did.

"What's wrong," Mina asked. You motioned for her to get her gun. She drew it quick and stepped in front of you as you searched for your gun. You groaned as you remembered that you had left it in your room. Mina turned and glared at you before giving you one of her throwing knives.

"One, Two, Three" You counted before Mina kicked down the door. The five of you ran into the apartment, aim the weapons at the people. 

"Put your guns down" A redhead commanded you. Mina glared at her, as you surveyed the room. Six, you counted. It wasn't a fair fight for them. You could easily take on three grown men at a time. You turned to Kirsten.