Tony Stark one shots

Bow down to your king Part 6

      Stark is gone. The words echoed in (Y/N's) head. "Wha-what?" her voice shook and her lip quivered. She felt afraid. So damn afraid. This was after all the same man who had captured her. The man that had obsessed over her. He had craved her so badly, that he had forced her into marriage with him. The worst part was that he hadn't stop there the night of their marriage, he had pushed her down, and despite her protests, he had taken the last thing she had left. Her innocence.

"Hey. Sis. We'll find him. I'll hunt him down myself if I absolutely have to." Clint gently rubbed circles on his sisters back, having seen the look of anxiety written all over her face. She was scared and he knew it.

         It was no secret that Clint wanted to kill his supposed brother-in-law. He knew Stark had raped and abused her. It was obvious. The way she'd shake when anyone touched her was enough to make Clint want to drive an arrow through that filthy son of a bitch's head. "C-clint. Im coming with you."

She looked up at her brother, her eyes wary with years of pain and anguish. The purple bags lining the underside of her orbs seemed to stand out compared to the pale shining of her face in the brightness of the blinding florescent light.

In that moment, Clint felt the weight of harsh reality come crashing down upon his chest. The woman in front of him wasn't the girl he once knew. Before all of this... before he took her, (Y/N) had been one hell of a badass. She was tough and kind wrapped into one. But now, she was broken. Her heart was cold and longed for revenge. Clint knew better then to argue with his sister. The only way she'd ever sleep at night is if she killed the bastard herself.

"(Y/N)"

"Clint you cant stop me I-"

"If youre going, you're going to need a gun."

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She had been standing in the room, looking in the mirror for about 30 mins. Her reflection staring back at her looked dark. Evil almost. The dark eyeshadow surrounding her (E/C) orbs seemed to make the vengeance in them pop. Her hair was braided/straight and thrown over her shoulder. Her outfit was black fading into white at the bottom. She wore a black belt around her waist that held different types of amo. She wore tall black boots and red and gold wedding ring just for Stark to see on the hand that would shoot the very trigger to kill him.

Her very mouth seemed to take shape with a smile that would scare the devil himself out of hell. She grabbed the ring on her finger, slowly twisting it. The golden band seemed to shine compared to the dull red of the ruby that sat upon it.

Anger flared up inside of her like a rising storm. She had dreamed of the day that her loving husband would kneel down and hand her a beautiful ring as a sign of purity and love. A sign that she would stay faithful and care for him no matter what.

He had ripped it away. Every single little bit of her hopes and dreams of a happy life. What an asshole. That was the kindest words she could find within herself to describe him.

He would regret it. Ever single little bit. She would tear him apart from the inside outside. Burn down everything he owned. He'd kill every man or woman that stood with him. The ones that knew what he was doing to her and let it go, well. They would scream and beg for the sweet mercy of death.

Then, after Tony watched it all burn, she would make him hold a gun up against his right hand man's head and pull the trigger. She could see him looking at her with fear. The play of power would be in her hands for the first time. She would torture him until he begged for her to let him be released. He would want to see her one last time. As she blew his brains out with a shotgun. She already felt powerful. And hadn't even killed the bastard yet.

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"Ok so lets go over the plan again." Clint's voice faded into the background, his words falling on deaf ears. (Y/N) felt herself float away into her thoughts. This was like the hundredth time he had repeated his plan to everyone 'just in case'. She was going to shove his plan up his ass if he repeated it one more time. the woman was extremely moody lately and she knew it.

Natasha squinted her eyes at Clint also irritated at his annoyingly careful behavior. "That's when you come in sis-" "Yes Clint I know! We all do! You've repeated these plans so many times I think I might strangle you!" Clint looked at his sister with wide eyes. "O. Sorry." (Y/N) sat down grabbing her head, feeling a wave of dizziness crash over her. "Shit."

Nat looked at her friend concerned. "(Y/N)?" Clint raised his eyebrow questioningly. "You good there sis?" (Y/N) put her hand over her mouth. "Fuck, I'm going to puke!" She ran quickly to the bathroom, opening up the toilet lid and leaning over it emptying the contents of her stomach.

"You know for something as small as a grape, you're making my life pretty complex."