Marvel Imagines

Angels Of The Night [Avengers X Reader X BTS Crossover]

I got this idea while binge-watching all the BTS music videos. When Blood, Sweat and Tears came up, my mind started whirring and bravo! An idea had been concocted.

Please tell me if you want this to be developed into a fic, I'll gladly do that.

Notes:  BST era! BTS will be in this imagine.

Happy reading!

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Waking up in a pool of blood doesn't feel good.

Not knowing whose blood it is, makes it even worse (it's definitely not yours, judging from the fact that you don't have any externally bleeding wounds.).

On top of that, not knowing how you got yourself into this situation? Just the disastrous cherry-on-top.

"Ugh," you groaned, getting up and dusting off your knees. Looking around, you noticed the land is laid bare, no vegetation in sight. The ground is the murderous shade of scarlet, looking like the aftermath of a bloody massacre. There are no bodies, but the pungent smell of death overpowers your nostrils. Black wisps of smoke can be barely seen in the distance.

"Why am I in hell now? And not the good part, either," you scrunched up your face in disgust.

No, that statement wasn't metaphorical. At all. This was Hell, definitely, and you knew that because it was birthplace, after all.

"Welcome, Y/N, Satan's lovely daughter," a voice laced with evident mockery called out from behind you.

"You know that just my name would've been fine, right?" you turned around to look at the man who was leisurely strolling towards you.

He ignored your remark and continued, "You may be wondering why I brought you here. I'll not waste any more time and come clean: I'm waging war against your father, and I'll start by ripping Earth into shreds. Now, since I'm a lot more just than your Daddy, I'm giving you a total of ten whole days to try and save your planet. Do what you can, sweetheart, but I assure you that you won't be able to save anything from my wrath. Goodbye," he waved his hand in a dismissive gesture.

Even before you could comprehend his words, a red cloud of smoke engulfed you and you were transported back to the living room of the Avengers Tower, with the team's worried faces hovering above yours.

Clint poked you in the arm warily, "You are Y/N, right? You're totally awake, right?"

Bucky smacked the archer on the back of his head, remarking, "Of course she's Y/N. Of course she's bloody awake, her eyes are open."

"He was right in asking that though, Buck. A lot of voodoo shit happens around her, you know? You can never be too safe," Natasha shrugged.

"See?" Clint threw his hands up in exasperation, "I was right! Why does everyone think I'm an idiot?"

"You all are obviously getting off-topic here. The important question here is: Are you okay, Y/N? You fainted in the middle of our shopping spree in the mall and scared the daylights out of me," Wanda asked, peering into your face closely, strands of her hair curtaining your face and making you feel quite ticklish.

You resisted the urge to giggle at the sensation and instead asked, "How long was I knocked out for?"

"A couple of hours," the witch replied, seemingly satisfied with her examination of your face and sitting back down on the couch next to yours.

"Fuck," you muttered and got up in a sitting position, "I was in Hell," you sighed, waiting for the barrage of questions you knew were sure to follow.