The bullet pierced through your skin aiming towards your heart, your breath hitching in your thoat. The blade fell from your grasp, clattering to the floor. The next thing that dropped was your body, hitting the street with a loud thud. The Avengers turned around and watched as one of them began to bleed out. Without a second thought Pietro sped over to your body, picked you up and took your body over to the ship to get you back HQ. Upon arriving, they had taken you to the hospital wing, trying everything they could to save you, but it was no good. Stood outside of your room was your girlfriend Wanda, being held in her brothers grasp, keeping her up right. The doctors and nurses exited the room, so the team could say their goodbyes. Before Wanda could enter the room, the sheet covering your body fell off, as you sat up. Wanda looked through the window, wide eyed and shocked as you looked up.
"Y/N? oh my god"