𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓐 '𝓜𝓲𝓭𝓰𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓲𝓪𝓷'
↳ (13 avengers x reader)
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｡･:*˚:✧｡ You crash land on Asgard, not knowing who you are or where you're from, and especially not knowing what a 'soulmate' is. May the Allfather guide you on your journey ac...
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y/n = your name
italics = thoughts
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All of a sudden, the punch you threw stops split-second as you hear all the alarms go off in the tower. You had experienced them before on the few times the Avengers had an urgent mission and were needed by Fury immediately.
Natasha looks back at you, her eyes wide as your fist is an inch from her jaw. "Woah, nice reflexes," she tells you. The alarms stop as Tony waves his arms, effectively calling off the fight. You had been sparring again, and this time you were completely in control.
"Some agents got hit by alien weapons on the way back to SHIELD. They are requiring the Avengers' assistance as we are dealing with some major alien shit right now," Fury yells through Tony's phone who had picked up the second it began to ring. Tony turns to you as Fury says, "Y/n, now is the time to show what you've got." You nodded at Tony, him speaking quickly to Fury.
After getting the orders, Tony calls out, "Quinjet in 5!" Everyone races off to put on their suits.
You slide into yours, a neat black fabric meant to hide you in the shadows. It hugged your body, and you felt the small pieces of tech attached to it grow warm on contact with your skin. The suit became a comfortable temperature, a nice cool. You buckled the utility belt around your waist, sheaths attached to the side for daggers. You slid two guns into the side holsters on each of your hips and grabbed a hair tie. You slipped on the black combat boots, the soles thick and sturdier as you stood taller in them.
Peter had been around the tower this morning, you wondered if he would be there. It was an emergency after all. Maybe Vision would come too?
You shook your head, running your fingers through your waist-length hair. It had grown a lot in the past few months of being here. You got on the elevator, Natasha catching the door before jamming her finger on a button.
"What are you doing?" you asked her suspiciously.
"Closing the door faster," she smirked, continuously pressing the button. The doors shut just as the super soldiers appeared outside them in the hallway. Nat laughed as they banged on the doors, the elevator now bringing you up to the quinjet pad you had first gone to to practice flying. Not quite the roof.
"Are they going to be mad?" you curiously asked.
"Yep!" she told you, stepping out of the elevator with you. She led you to the quinjet, and as you boarded the ramp, she was about to strap you into a backpack.
"You know I can fly?" you say while pointing at the backpack that has a parachute inside.
"Right, that makes it easier!" Nat exclaimed, throwing the bag to the side for someone else to grab. Then, she instructed you to follow her to the control room of the aircraft. "Alright, so for this mission, you are on the lookout for the most part. You won't be stuck on the plane, but you will be in the air watching out for everyone else and calling it into the comms," she instructs. You nod. "So, if you see anything or anyone that may need help, you are allowed to join the fight. But remember, don't lose yourself. You're precious to us, and we need you here."
