𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚔𝚊

going through my old reading lists hurts. like,,,, why did i add that 
          
          @past me, plz tell me. what were you thinking?

reading my old preference book causes me immense ✨ pain ✨ 

you ever just read your old stuff and then ask to be put into a medically induced coma bc same

i want this cool “ripped jeans, Thrasher shirts, beanie, skateboard, messy hair, tired eyes” look but sadly I am #notcool

I can’t update and Wattpad will only work while on Safari bc the app is being an ass ffs I apologize for not updating. My Kindle (which has a working Wattpad) won’t connect to the internet, so, in short- I’m fucked

Clint Barton/ Hawkeye:
          
          You sprint after Wanda, following behind Tony.
          
          “Wanda, I think you hurt Vision’s feelings.”
          
          “You locked me in my room.” 
          
          “Okay, first, that’s an exaggeration.” Tony looks at you. You were hiding behind a small barrel.
          
          “Second, I did it to protect you... hey, Clint.”
          
          You inhale a sharp breath.
          
          “Hey, man.” Your father holds his bow closer.
          
          “Clearly, retirement doesn’t suit you? You got tired of shooting golf?”
          
          “Well, I played 18, shot 18- just can’t seem to miss.”
          
          At that moment, he shoots an arrow towards Tony. He simply moves aside, the arrow flying past.
          
          “Well, first time for everything.”
          
          “Made you look.”
          
          You see Wanda raise her hands, and before she can do anything, you run in and kick her knee, causing her to fall.
          
          You grab out your electrolyte discs and press it into her neck, sending a shock through her body. It wouldn’t kill her, but it would hurt like hell.
          
          Clint whips around when Wanda groans. While he’s distracted, Tony takes it as a chance to go after him.
          
          Wanda was weak; she couldn’t use her abilities. Which made it easy for you to incapacitate her.
          
          Tony would most likely hold his own.
          
          “Friday?”
          
          ‘We have some weapon systems offline.’
          
          Nevermind.
          
          You’re gonna have to go after him.
          
          Clint notices you coming, and turns just before you throw a right hook.
          
          He catches your fist. You clap back by grabbing his other arm and dragging him down, punching him square in the face as he begins to rise.
          
          When he stands, you kick his knee as hard as you can and grab the back of his head, your knee coming in contact with his face.
          
          You felt bad, but your movements were quick.
          
          Perhaps, too quick.
          
          Your hood had fallen, and when Clint looked up with a possibly broken nose and bloody face, his eyes widen.
          
          “Y/N?”

Tony Stark/ Iron Man:
          
          “I’m sorry, Y/N.”
          
          In all honesty, you didn’t care. It was time you did something other than annoy the shìt out of people.
          
          But still, it was kind of shocking to hear Tony apologize.
          
          “It’s okay, dad.” You say, placing a hand on his shoulder. “I’m with you all the way.”
          
          Tony almost scoffs.
          
          “Even If Steve’s right?”
          
          “Of course.” You answer.
          
          “I don’t care if he’s right, or even if you commit murder-“
          
          “Slow down there, Satan.”
          
          “That’s besides the point.” You roll your eyes.
          
          “We’re family. Family sticks together.”

Steve Rogers/ Captain America:
          
          “Where are you going?”
          
          You stop in your tracks, turning to face your father. He was fully dressed in his uniform, shield in hand.
          
          “I’m going to study over at a friend’s.” You say. It wasn’t entirely a lie.
          
          “Who is it?”
          
          “Lydia.”
          
          It helped that you never lied before, so Steve believed you.
          
          “I should be back before curfew... if you’re still here.” You needed to be convincing.
          
          “Stay away from Tony and Nat.” Is all he says before leaving. Petty, much?
          
          “Got it, Steve ‘Your Niece Is Mine’ Rogers.” 
          
          You grab your daggers and wait a few minutes before heading to the compound.
          
          “You don’t have to join this, Y/N.”
          
          You shake your head at Tony, who was already in his suit. You’d informed Secretary Ross of your father’s plan to assemble a ‘band of misfits’, and you had a feeling you knew where he’d go next.
          
          “Trust me, Tony,” you say.
          
          “I want to.”

I can still take requests. Until then, here’s what happened during CA:CW when you come into play

Because Wattpad is still screwing with me, I guess I’ll do the next few Parental Preferences on here. Wattpad may be an aśś, but I’m still gonna post