You gave him a lazy pat on the arm that was pressed to your biggest wound. You’re gonna be alright, okay, kid? Tony’s getting a transport so you can get out of the rain and we can get someone to work on you.” Clint’s voice was strained, he used his free hand to wipe the raindrops off your face. Tony opted not to crowd you but stayed close, you heard him barking orders over the comms but you weren’t able to concentrate enough on what he was saying. You absentmindedly wiped it away.Ĭlint was on you in seconds, the pressure of his large hands on your wounds making you yelp as your body was once again made aware of its injuries. You tried to keep the blood from dripping out of your mouth but failed. “H-hey guys… sorry, I’d get up to greet you but… I- I’m a little worse for wear… as you can see…,” you coughed out, ending with a tired smile. It was a few minutes later that Tony and Clint found you first. The one person that had managed to weave themselves so closely with everyone, making a group that was once in tatters into a family again. It would all stop, at least for a while too long, without you. You know the movie nights would stop, the late night conversations in the common room, the witty (and sometimes petty) banter over the comms during missions. They would all be devastated with your loss and you didn’t want to do that to them. You were trying to keep it together, though, as much as you weren’t afraid of dying in that moment. Your friends were halfway across the city and you had an inkling that it wasn’t likely that they would reach you in time to save you. You knew you were dying, that much was clear. You weren’t scared, you only felt calm and oddly content. You were struggling to breath, only coming up with short rasps to push air into your lungs. The sky was white with a thick layer of clouds, raining lightly as the world started to wash away the trauma that had just occurred. There was so much blood around you and only the quiet hush of the buildings around you straining to stay upright. Tony must’ve at least been notified that you were injured, the suit he developed was equipped with trackers and several health monitors. Your comms was trashed and you had no idea when you had managed to lose your phone. You crawled behind some rubble, carelessly propped up against some huge slabs of concrete that used to be the sidewalk in front of your favorite cafe. You managed to save them, but took quite a few nasty hits to the abdomen, instantly downing you. You had gotten split from the team, opting to save a large group of people fleeing into the subway system as the team chased after the last of the invaders. You had won, the team had won, Earth was safe again for the time being. Fortunately for what was left of the Earth, the Human race had once again proven to be impossible to wipe out. Everything had gone to hell in a handbasket, aliens once again raining down on not just the city of New York but all across the world. You were surprised that you could feel the chilling drops of rain with how numb you were now. Word Count: ~1324 (wow, this is like a drabble for me lol) Like why did I even write this? I’m tempted to do another part bc I hate sad endings lol. (maybe anyway, it ends vaguely), Avengers family, A lot of crying, Not Beta ReadĪ/N: Despite my apparent writer’s block, this just came out once I heard the song and I’m sorry? Apparently this is what happens when I listen to Les Mis. Warnings: Angst, Mentions of a lot of blood, battle wounds, Reader Death 2016 Aug 31 A Little Fall of Rain (Avengers x Reader)
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