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

Chapter 9

The jet was more spacious on the inside than you thought. You only had a chance to admire it once the team had boarded off, to go into the building which did not seem like the kind of place where a mafia arms deal would go down.

The landing had to be done closer to the establishment than Tony had planned. The enemy had predicted the Avengers' arrival and was canvassing the outskirts, looking for targets. Tony had warned you seventeen times about not getting off the jet - seventeen was the answer you had reached upon when you had grown tired of his constant nagging and began counting.

The controls were fascinating. They were so many in number, you could not maneuver them for the life of you. That only ratified Tony's intelligence - he could control them in his sleep. The keyboard was not a physical entity at all! It was a hologram which functioned just as efficiently as a corporeal one.

'If only Sam had such means for researching a case.' The thought made you sad. Not for Sam's lack of resources, no, the man was thriving regardless; but for him being pointlessly dragged into this. With everything that happened between you and Dean, Sam was the innocent victim. You were probably the closest thing he had to a friend, and he was on the verge of losing it all.

Taking a deep breath, you cherished the moments you had acquired without Dean. Your mind as like a paradox - it longed for distance from Dean and at the same time it didn't; it loved him him and yet made you tremble at his mere sight. You wondered what life had in store for you, with Tony playing a more prominent role than ever, where would it lead.

A slight rustling outside brought you out of your thoughts. You peered outside, only to find stillness lying beyond. Everything happened so fast, before you could figure out the rustle was someone trying to break in form the outside, a shot rang out and an agile man dressed in all black had breached security, holding a gun to your head.

"(Y/N)! Get down!" Dean emerged from behind the gear closet, catching the goon by surprise. He kicked the strange man in the stomach, loosening his grip on you and proceeding to fling you into Sam's arms as he drew out the First Blade and sliced the man's head clean off his torso.

Anger? Fear? Anxiety? Relief? You could not decide which of your emotions deserved the headstart. Anger overtook all, tinged with fear. "What are you doing here? And more importantly, why do you have the First Blade?" You growled, crossing your arms over your chest, not even bothering to move away from the puddle of blood forming by your feet.

"We were going into this blind, not knowing what was waiting for us at the other end. I figured we would need the best weapon we could get our hands on." Sam defended. Your eyes developed a purple tint on account of all the annoyance and the surge of emotions howling inside. "This was your genius idea? The one time I need you to be smart and you turn into a dud!"

Dean could feel the familiar ecstasy of a fresh kill coursing within him. He needed a distraction. "I know you are mad at me, (Y/N). Don't take it out on him." He contributed to the conversation.

Practically staring a hole in Dean's head, you knocked on the body of the jet as if that would activate some sort of dormant A.I. "JARVIS? FRIDAY? Anyone? Could you please tell Tony that we had a situation here? Also, please add that we have it handled." Accomplishing the first task at hand, you again turned to Dean. "And yes, I am mad at you. You could have got yourself killed! What are you doing here?"

Dean's eye twitched as he went over the response in his head. "What was I supposed to do? Stark was basically making out with you back at the tower. I had to come along to make sure you were not going to Hawaii to get married!"

Out of all the questions that one sentence raised, one reigned supreme. "Why do you car-" Before your argument inciting question could be completed, several armed men and women ambushed the jet and you, along with Sam and Dean had to be engaged into active combat.

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Tony smiled in relief as the words 'FILE UPLOADED' flashed on the screen. "I'm done here. You want me to join you guys in the field?" He spoke into his comm.

"It's about damn time." Natasha grunted as she twisted the neck of a man aiming at her and rolled out of the way of oncoming bullets to kick another in the ribs. Clint used the last arrow in his quiver to fry the main controls. "You got your virus uploaded?'

"It's not a virus. It's everything a virus wants to be." Tony took a moment to revel in the glory of his creation. "What I have just uploaded into Truman's central computer is a worm. It will eat through his security firewalls and dump all his secrets on the internet. I hate people who carry on respectable businesses during the day and deal arms in the black market during the night."

"Will you get over here already? I'm out of arrows." Clint complained as he beat someone unconscious with just his bow. "In a second." Tony replied as he changed the course of his flight.

"Sir." JARVIS interrupted his thoughts, "It appears that there has been a situation on the jet. However, Miss (L/N) says to tell you they have it handled." Tony stopped abruptly. "Who are 'they'?"

"Sam and Dean Winchester."

-

Tony did not care. He slaughtered Truman's men one by one, anxious to get back to the jet. He had promised to not leave you alone with Dean. 'Just a few more minutes, (Y/N). Be safe til I get there.' He hoped. "Nat! Clint! To the jet! (Y/N) is in danger." Flying above his teammates, he gave the command.

The scene at the jet was...different. Certainly not what the team was expecting. Sam had stabbed two men to their death and moved on to the third one. Dean was covered in blood, not one drop his own, as he slashed a goon behind him without even turning back. And you, you clenched your fists, the purple energy emanating from which crushed a man and a woman to a pulp. That was when you noticed Tony and Clint staring at you in horror. Natasha was impressed.

"I don't know what you think is going on here, Stark, but (Y/N) is not the one in danger." Clint made a wry observation. You snapped a goon's neck without so much as touching them before turning towards the awe-struck team. "What? I did say we had it handled."

"What are these two dipshits doing here?" Natasha was the only one who addressed the issue at hand. Her attention soon diverted to another major one. "And why is one of their arms glowing?" She asked skeptically.

Dean's eyes had rolled back in his head as he revelled in the familiar ecstasy of making a kill. Several kills, in this case. The Mark of Cain on his right arm glowed in all its splendor. You froze. For a moment, it had slipped from your conscience that he was wielding the First Blade to help you win the fight. Sam tried to pull the blade away from Dean's hand but his grip was demonic.

"(Y/N), snap out of it! I don't have the slightest idea what to do here." Wrapping an arm around you, Tony brought you close to his chest, hoping his steady heartbeat would hit you with reality. He noticed you had suddenly run cold.

The Mark glowed a shade brighter as jealousy coursed through Dean's veins. 'He is too close to her!' He groaned, in pain or pleasure, even he did not know. Your face was the only thing keeping him grounded, but that would not last very long.

"We have to get out of here. Back home, as soon as possible." You finally gathered enough strength to whisper, loud enough for only Tony to hear. 'And I need to get out of his sight.'