All in the name of Love (Supernatural x Reader x Avengers)

Chapter 5

"(Y/N), you're here. Finally." Clint's excitement matched that of a paperweight as he dug into his breakfast, now that social convention allowed him to.

Natasha's hand instantly collided with the back of his palm. "Forgive him." She apologized on Clint's behalf, "He gets a little grumpy on an empty stomach."

"Can't complain. Guilty of the same offense." You raised your hands in surrender. "No you're not." Tony remarked as he pulled back a chair for you.

"No, I'm not but trying not to pick a fight with strangers first thing in the morning, ya feel me?" You whispered as you slid into the chair, smiling at Clint, Natasha, Bruce and Steve respectively.

Tony nodded vigorously, for added drama, as he sat down himself in the seat next to you. "Blueberry pancake?"

"Uh-huh." You absentmindedly agreed. A movement perceived from the side of your eye had your attention. Not a movement, it's exact opposite actually - the lack of all movement. Steve was sitting still, too still for comfort. His gaze was fixated on you and you were certain he hadn't blinked in about a minute. "What's up, Steve?" You forced a smile.

"Nothing... nothing." Steve shook his head, suddenly realizing that he had been caught. "It's just...what's that on your neck? Did anybody hurt you?"

'Son of a bucket!' You cursed mentally. Opposed to the outfit you were wearing yesterday, your pajama top wasn't high-necked although it was full sleeved, leaving the almost healed cut on your neck exposed. "It was an acc-accident." You stammered.

"Speaking from experience, (Y/N), nobody slices others' throat on accident." Natasha was concerned, so was everybody else. You could feel their eyes trained on you. A drop of sweat traveled down your cheek. Your lungs fought for air. "Not like that. It was a work related accident." It wasn't a complete lie.

"You should have led with that. Kinda scared us all." Bruce laughed and the mood of the room changed instantaneously. "Tony told us about your work. You hunt, right? Got any meat for us to barbeque?"

The shock from Bruce's question misdirected the food in your mouth, which lodged itself into your windpipe causing you to launch into a violent coughing fit. Tony was by your side in no time, rubbing his hands up and down your back to get rid of the damned morsel. Clint offered you a glass of water which you gulped down entirely.

"Nothing at the moment, no. Not peak season." You wiped your mouth and glared at Tony. 'What else was I supposed to say?' He mouthed to you, positively terrified. 'Nothing?!' You mouthed back.

"Sir, there is a disruption in the lobby that I believe you would like to look into." JARVIS announced.

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Dean hit his palm on the counter with astounding force. He had passed all sorts of difficulties to get over here, including but not limited to driving all the way from Kansas and he was not going to let some random receptionist stop him. So what if she worked for Stark industries?

"Listen, lady, I ain't lyin', alright! (Y/N) is our friend and I have to see her now. No, I don't have an appointment and no, I don't have an express pass but you gotta let me in! You don't want to find out what happens when you don't." He screamed loud enough for the woman to flinch.

Sam grabbed his brother and pulled him away. "Don't yell at the receptionist, Dean. Out of all the things that could grant us ingress, this one did not make it on the list."

"I'm sorry, Sir. There's nothing I can do." The receptionist clenched her hands together to prevent them from shaking. "Mr. Stark does not allow unannounced visitors into the building. Security reasons."

"Like hell you can't!" Dean lunged at the woman yet again. However, this time around two of the security guards came to aid Sam keep his brother in check.

"I'll take it from here, Susan." Tony exited the elevator, exuding an air of authority. "Now, you, will you be leaving on your own or will you wait for me to get my armour so I can personally throw you out?"

"You wanna go, tough guy?" Dean challenged.

"Dean, no! This is not a good idea." Sam whispered harshly. He would have said more had his gaze not traveled behind Tony to your lone form, looking uncharacteristically frail. "Mr. Stark, our concern lies with (Y/N). She is a friend of ours and I would like to request a private audience with her."

Tony didn't have to turn around to know you were standing behind him. He protectively stepped in front of you so that no one, not even the people who claimed to be your friends, could get to you without your consent.

The moment Dean's eyes landed on you, he had to get a hold of himself. The pain and terror in your eyes hurt him from within. Never before in his wildest dreams had he thought he would be on the receiving end of one of those looks.

"(Y/N)." He raised his hands above his head in order to assure you that he had no weapons in his possessions, nothing that could hurt you. "(Y/N), please, we need to talk."