Basically all in the title! Mostly the reader and Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, Thor Odinson and Loki Laufeyson with the occasional guest star. I'll also probably write some Stony imagines as w...
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You can't believe this is happening. Your parents always said that if you didn't learn to control yourself, you'd end up on on someone's radar. Obviously, you should have listened better, maybe then you wouldn't be tied to a chair in the middle of a dark room.
It's empty aside from you, a single light bulb hanging above your head to illuminate the concrete walls. You're positive that no one would hear you scream if you did.
Great, just great. Until now, your abilities had been a gift. Both your mother and father were well-trained government agents and, when you were old enough, they taught you everything you needed to know about looking out for yourself. But even they were unprepared for your powers, never fully understanding how you were able to manipulate objects to your will. Telekinesis is a gift, they said. Now, it seems more like a curse.
No. You won't sit here and pity yourself. You yank at the ropes keeping you trapped, hissing as they rub your wrists raw. Okay, so new plan. You look up at the light bulb, watching it sway back and forth on a thin string. Not the best to work with, but it'll have to do.
Focusing solely on the bulb, you imagine it pulling towards you, breaking free of the weak string and falling right into your bruised hands. Focus, imagine it happening. The bulb begins to swing furiously and you're afraid it will simply swing off and shatter. It breaks free of the string, and you guide it towards you with your eyes until it safely in your grasp. Only then do you allow it to shatter, guiding a rather large shard of broken glass into your palm.
Despite the pain, you squeeze the glass tightly, sawing it through the thick rope as blood oozes from the cuts on your hands. Just a little further, then you'll be free. The mere minutes feel like years when you finally rip the rope from your wrists, slowly standing on shaky feet. You realize the full extent of the injuries that HYDRA inflicted on you, wanting to beat you down until you agreed to join them.
No time to think, you sigh as you hear fighting outside the door. In any second, they'll be in here to take you who knows where.
Silently, you position yourself next to the door so, when they come for you, the attackers will be met by only dim lighting. The door swings open as a flashlight scans the room, but you throw the light across the floor with your mind.
"What the..."
Two lights appear from what look to be someone's hands, but you don't have time to think about that. You swing at the first person in proximity, catching them by surprise as they stagger back. The light shines on a man with a bow and arrow and you hold out one hand, quickly throwing the bow to the side with your powers.
Before you can relish in that small victory, you're thrown to the side by a woman in black and you have to fight the pain to stand back on your feet. She throws a fast punch which you block swiftly, surprise appearing in the woman's eyes. Another punch that you manage to catch, taking the woman's hand and twisting it slightly. Before you can break anything, you're wrapped in a pair of cool metal arms and no matter how hard you fight, the technology is too strong.
"Stop, please." A strong voice commands and, not seeing much of a choice, you decide to go still. Slowly, a man wearing a red, white and blue suit steps out from the shadows. He has kind eyes that contrast the stern look on his face and despite your paranoia, you can't help but think there's no way this man is HYDRA.
The iron arms enveloping you let go as more people appear from the shadows. The red-haired woman in black, the archer and the a man in an iron suit. Suddenly, things begin to fall together.
You hold up your bloodied hands in surrender, leaning against the cool cement wall in exhaustion. "My apologies," you breathe out. "What can I do for you, pretty eyes?"
It's been a a few days since you were rescued from HYDRA and now you find yourself in an elevator heading to the top of STARK towers. When Fury approached you, he gave you a proposal. Join the Avengers or, well, be put in protective custody. The first option seemed more fun.
He briefed you on your teammates: Steve Rogers, AKA Captain America, the one with the blue eyes. Tony Stark, Iron Man for obvious reasons. Natasha Romanoff or better known as the woman with an incredibly strong punch, Clint Barton, the man with the bow and arrows, Thor who is apparently a God from another realm, and Bruce Banner who you have also yet to come in contact with.
When the elevator door slides open, you have no idea what to expect. They're all standing there staring at you with wide eyes as though you're some sort of science experiment.
"I, uhm, come in peace?" You hold your bandaged hands out awkwardly, looking between the Avengers with worried eyes. This is must worse than you anticipated, you hate being the center of attention.
"Y/N Y/L/N, right?" A man with messy brown hair and equally brown eyes steps forward and you can't help but notice that he's quite attractive. Wait. You look at all of them once more, baffled at the sudden realization... they're all freaking attractive!
"Yup," you say, popping the 'p' at the end. Stop, you tell yourself. Do not make this more awkward than it already is. "Uh, yeah.. sorry about the other day. I wasn't exactly planning on being rescued."
The Avengers share a look which makes you even more uneasy than you already are.
"If we knew you didn't need to be rescued, we wouldn't have gone," the redheaded woman smirks, extending a hand to you carefully. "Natasha, sorry for kicking you."
"Y/N," you reply with a half-smile, shaking her hand gratefully. "Sorry for almost breaking your wrist."
One by one, the Avengers walk up and shake your hand. The whole thing feels pretty formal, but you're happy that the events of the other day seem to be forgotten. Eventually, you feel a strong hand grip yours and you look up to see the same blue eyes that entranced you in the dark room.
"Oh," you stutter out in surprise, feeling completely at embarrassed at how you spoke to him the other day. This man is Captain America for crying out loud! "S-sorry for the pretty eyes thing," you say awkwardly, wishing more than anything you could go hide in a hole somewhere.
To your surprise, he laughs showing his strikingly white teeth. "No worries, doll. But I prefer Steve."
With a sigh of relief, you release his hand, taking in your new home hesitantly. You are an Avenger now. Do you need a superhero name? This might take some getting used to.
"So, Clint," Tony smirks mischievously looking between you and Clint as if deciding who to pick on. "Did Y/N really take you out with her mind?"
A blush rises on Clint's cheeks and you laugh with the rest of them, knowing that no matter what happens from this point on, you've finally found a home.
