Your hair was going crazy as the wind whipped it around.
"Which ice cream place are we going to?" Wanda asked, having just as much trouble with her hair.
"When Clint saved me from the Red Room, he brought me here to, you know, make me not want to kill him," Natasha answered. "Ever since then, the Avengers go here after every battle."
Wanda frowned. "How come I haven't been here yet, then?"
"You weren't here for any major battle."
"I was here for Ultron!" she exclaimed, offended.
"Oh, yeah! I don't know why we didn't go after that battle."
"But it's good ice cream?" you ask.
"Definitely," Natasha insisted. "You know Stark only like expensive stuff. He craves this ice cream."
You were about to respond when Natasha slammed on the brakes.
"What's wrong?" you asked. Yes, you were worried, but your pulse was surprisingly steady.
"Just some traffic," Natasha replied, completely calm.
However, something felt off. And as soon as you saw a red light of a sniper gun on the temple of Natasha's head, you acted.
"Get down!" you screamed. You swung your body right next to Natasha's seat and pushed her head down.
A gunshot rang and you felt a tingling in on your back. You looked down to find Natasha with confusion rippling over her face. Wanda, too, got down.
"Stay down," you ordered them.
You had no doubt that this was HYDRA. They probably were holding up traffic in order to get a clear and easy shot of the famous Black Widow.
The cars were close together, so you jumped from car to car, shielding some people from badly aimed bullets. You knew exactly where they were coming from, and you planned on stopping it.
You went up to the first HYDRA agent, kicking the gun out of his hands and then kicking his chest, knocking him down. Civilians screamed, and you didn't blame them. First of all, a random person who isn't an official Avenger was jumping on their cars and then decided to attack a guy, all while being shot at without dying. If it were Iron Man, people would be cheering. He was well known. However, you were not and to the other random people, you were not supposed to be doing this.
Especially when you punched him in the temple and caused him to blackout.
You still felt bullets dissolve as they hit your skin, so you still had a lot more work to do.
"Keep your heads down!" a new voice joined in from above.
You smiled. Peter.
Now, these people recognized the neighborhood-friendly Spiderman. He plopped down next to you.
"Thank you," you whispered.
"Yeah. It's a good thing you're wearing sunglasses. Otherwise, everyone would know your identity."
"HYDRA already knows it. They tried to murder Natasha because of me. As revenge."
"This is all messed up," he sighed. "Need a lift?"
You nodded and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. He dodged every bullet and gently placed you on the ground next to the attackers.
"I would help you," he yelled as HYDRA agents shot at him, "but there's way too much ammunition flying around. You got this," he finished as he swung from building to building.
"You can trust her, civilians!" you heard him holler as you were faced with a bunch of scared people.
HYDRA agents lined up the intersection holding guns at every leading car, daring them to move forwards. Like any person with reason, they didn't.
"Was Fedor too scared to come here himself? Is he a coward like the rest of you?" you asked, causing all agents to turn their attention to you. "And if you were sent to kill me, I don't think those guns are gonna work," you sassed. You were getting pretty good at this. Maybe it was all the time spent with Stark and Romanoff.
The leader of the troop approached you. "We were sent to capture you, not kill you," he said, bringing cuffs out of his pack. You kicked him behind the knee, causing him to collapse.
You made multiple maneuvers and kicked and punched and shot. You had 10 down, 10 to go. But these agents were not weak. And your body was exhausted. The serum protected you, but it did take a toll on your body.
All agents approached you, and you put your hands in a ready position, ready to punch.
You saw a taser fly towards your face before you had any time to move. You expected to fall to the ground as electricity spread throughout your body, but when you opened your eyes, a red bubble was protecting you.
"Oh you guys are so screwed now," you laughed as Wanda did her magic hand thing and Natasha shot at the remaining HYDRA agents.
"Nice job! I webbed the rest of them up. I have homework now!" Peter exclaimed from above. He must have done some work on the outside of the main battle.
"Well that happened," you stated.
"It sure did," Natasha agreed.
Wanda cleaned up the mess with her powers so the rest of the cars could continue on their way. The people inside of the cars smiled at you now instead of giving you a confused glare. It was satisfying.
"Any casualties?" you asked.
"Not that I know of," Wanda answered. "To be honest, it was pretty efficient. It only took a half-hour or so.
As the traffic moved on, so did news stations.
Natasha cursed under her breath. "You probably shouldn't be put out there quite yet, but we don't have time to escape the press right now. Besides, they need a story to keep them mostly settled down. Wanda, you fly (Y/N) back to the headquarters with the clothes and Stark's credit cards. His car was ruined by the bullets, but he's going to need to accept that. I'll deal with the press."
Before you knew it, you were up in the air. You saved people today, yes, but you couldn't help but clench your jaw. HYDRA tried to kill your friends because of you. They were willing to cause destruction just to get you back. This nonsense wasn't going to last any longer.
This had to end.
WHOA guys two chapters in one day!? I must be like quarantined or something...
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Avengers x Reader // Just Different
FanfictionYou are a genius, and when you get invited to one of Tony Stark's parties, your life changes forever. Growing up as an orphan (no, none of the Avengers is your parent, I apologize), your life has been tough. You weren't prepared for it to get tough...