Avengers Imagines pt.1

Reaching out *️⃣ Tony.

Song: Netbuse - free.

Imagine: after 5 years of hiding, you finally reach out to Tony again.
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'I don't know Tony, something seems off about this meeting...'

'I don't care...what if it's just someone reaching out for help?'

'We will be with you, just in case, not in the room, but we have your back...'

'Fine...' Tony rolls his eyes.

A few days ago he got a text saying that someone wants to meet him, at the train station.

Tony didn't know the text came from you. You had been trying to get in touch with him. You disappeared two years ago. You were kidnapped, then rescued by MI6, her majesty's secret intelligence service. You then were put to use by them as a spy. They need Tony's help. You don't know what for. So they send you.

And here you are, standing at the entrance of the large train station. In the city you used to call home.

You glance around, already noticing the rest of the avengers gathering in and out of the station.

You smirk, you know them way too well to not notice them. They really should work on their disguises, hats and hoodies don't always do the trick.

Then you see Tony, looking around.

You suddenly feel anxious, what if he hates you?, you did vanish out of the blue.

'Where are you?'

'You're looking right at me pall...'

He then looks straight forward, right into your eyes  and you smile awkwardly.

'That can't be..' he says shocked as he steps back.

'It's me Tony..'

'You're supposed to be dead..'

'That's not the first time I heard that...' you chuckle.

'Tony who is it?' Natascha asks.

'It's y/n...'  he says in his com, making the team gasp.

'Just let me explain while we have coffee, Okay?' You ask and he nods.

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'So you work for James Bond now?'

'No, Tony, it's called MI6, and the James Bond story is fake....'

'Why didn't you call?'

'It was too dangerous, they could've gone after both of us...I'm sorry Tony...'

'No I'm sorry for leaving you alone that day, you told me something was off and I didn't listen...I hate myself for it every day..'

'Stop, it's not your fault, and besides, I'm fine...'

'No thanks to me...'

You lay your hand on his, making him look at you.

'Stop beating yourself up over this...for me...please?'

'I'll think about it...'

'I can work with that...' you chuckle.

'So what do they need me for?'

'They won't tell me, just that they need you to come to London...to the headquarters...'

'Will you come with?' He asks and you nod.

'That is my intention yes...'

'Good, because I'm not letting you go ever again miss y/n y/l/n...'

'I'm counting on it Mr. Anthony Stark...'