just another marvel imagines book filled with imagines and one-shots for you to read and enjoy! at some point, you can tell when it gets better.
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He really couldn't get your face out of his mind if he tried. Steve Rogers didn't believe in ghosts, but the night he'd seen you it was as if every past memory had come rushing at him.
He and his old pal, Bucky, had befriended you the last year of high school when you transferred from a different state. You were a born joker, making light of tough situations and always having a smile on your face. The last time he'd ever seen you was before he'd been recruited so he couldn't, for the life of him, understand how you'd still be alive.
"Cap? You with us?"
Tony's voice jolted him out of his memories and he nodded, coming back to the present. The team had responded to one of Director Fury's calls and they'd been going over different strategies of the mission so far.
"It seems like HYDRA has a new pet." Natasha said, handing Steve a grainy black and white photo.
"Fury thinks it's the same person that terrorized Times Square." Bruce put in. "And HYDRA has no limit to their dramatic effects."
Steve stared at the photo, his heart thundering in his ears.
There was no doubt about it.
It really was you.
But, how? None of it made sense.
A loud beeping sound caught all of their attentions and Tony quickly got to his feet, tapping away at the holographic keyboard near the screens.
"FRIDAY?"
"Reports of a disturbance on the Brooklyn Bridge."
"What kind of disturbance?"
"It seems to be a shootout, sir."
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"You failed. You compromised a mission. And I have no need for you if you do not know how to obey orders."
You clenched your teeth angrily, huddling behind the black SUV you'd flipped onto its side. They'd trailed you all the way from the base and now the traffic on the bridge had halted, meaning the whole of New York would be tuning in once the news got wind of it. Bullets hit every single part of the vehicle as Pierce's lackeys gained on you, but you weren't going down without a fight.
Not if you still had air in your lungs.
Once the shooting ceased, you firmly gripped your gun, got to your feet and pulled the trigger over and over again, riddling holes in the HYDRA agents mercilessly.
"Y/N?"
All the hair on your neck stood at the sound of his voice.
