Imagines [Book Three]

Marvel [Gen Fic X Reader]

Imagine being someone who developed powers when you were just a mere child. The government rounded up every child/teenager who showed inhuman abilities under the guise they were going to help them, but the reality was much darker. Director Fury took you in when he realized your capabilities and couldn't let the government put you down. Instead, he hands you over to a group of individuals who can protect you- the Avengers.

. .

. .

Sitting in the tallest Tower in New York, you pull your hoodie closed and hug yourself when the stares become too much. Keeping your head down, you let Director Fury talk to the group he claimed would be able to keep you safe- the Avengers.

"So let me get this straight," Tony Stark says, pouring himself a drink. "The government wants her dead. Her. A kid?"

"Yes."

"Why?" Natasha Romanoff asks.

"Lets just say Miss Y/L/N is a valuable asset." You cringe at his words, hugging yourself tighter. "She is of no harm to you so long as you don't touch her. She doesn't like to be touched." Fury pointedly admits. "The program Y/N was in is top secret. So secret that it was above even my clearance level until they wanted my opinion on something."

Clint Barton huffs. "She's just a kid though."

"I don't like this," Steve Rogers admits, expression tight with concealed anger.

"Neither did I," Fury says, "hence the reason for me springing her loose and dropping her off here. They're already searching for her, so I trust I can count on you all to keep her safe until I figure out my next move?"

"Of course," Pepper Potts tells him. "Y/N is more than welcomed here."

"Good." Director Fury nudges your knee with his own, you having become fascinated with your green clinical pants as they talked about you as if you weren't even in the room. "I'll be back for you as soon as I can. You're safe here."

You hesitantly meet his gaze and when you see nothing but complete honestly you nod. The corner of Fury's lips twitch, but he quickly masks it and stands, leaving with a dramatic twirl of his long coat.

Fury's exit prompts a lingering silence and it's only broken once you gather enough courage to look up and meet everyone's gaze. Everyone seems to be watching you with caution, but it's the pretty strawberry blonde, Miss Potts, that approaches you.

"Welcome to the Tower, Y/N. I'm terribly sorry about the ordeal you've been through, but if you follow me I can take you to your new room and get you settled in."

"T-Thank you," you stammer quietly. "All of you," you then say, glancing quickly around at everyone. "This means a lot to me." Your first words since you've set foot in the tower seem to put most of them at ease and it seems like they're all breathing a little easier.

"Hey, kid?" Tony then says. "Do you even know who we are? Did Fury tell you what we do?"

"Yeah. He m-made me read your files." Several people cringe and you immediately feel like you crossed an invisible line you hadn't realized was there. "Don't worry. I won't say a w-word and I'll try to stay out of your way as much as p-possible."

"Aw, kid, no," Clint Barton frowns. "We didn't mean to make you feel bad. We just needed to know you knew about our abilities. Just in case."

"What he means is just in case the Hulk makes an appearance," Doctor Banner says, sheepishly fiddling with his glasses. "Things tend to get.. smashed when he comes out."