Hero Complex AvengersxReader
May 4th, 2012.
A day that would be known to future generations as the Battle of New York.
Every S.H.I.E.L.D. agent was needed in the field to help stop Loki and his Chitauri army.
Everyone except you.
You were where you had been since before the fight had started, at your desk doing paperwork because obviously that was totally going to save Manhattan from alien invasion.
You glanced at the clock on the wall then out the window at the devastation that was steadily working its way toward you.
You evaluated your options.
You could sit at your desk and wait for the world to end or you could go outside and join the fight.
“Fury’s so going to kill me for this.” You huffed, getting your gun out from your desk.
You vantage point from S.H.I.E.L.D.’s “borrowed” building made things outside look far more civilized than they really were. You weren’t even at the fight proper, it was about seven blocks north, yet over turned cars littered the streets and a tide of screaming people were pushing and jostling each other to get further away from the fight. You fought against the flow, jumping into open pockets of space when you could find them.
The angry animal-like howl of a battle cry alerted you that one unlucky Chitauri was ground bound. Without hesitation, you pulled out your gun and shot the Chitauri between what you assumed to be its eyes.
The monster went down, black blood staining the pavement.
As you continued forward, a beam of energy from a Chitauri’s weapon slammed into your (dominant) shoulder. You screamed in pain as you hit the pavement.
The Chitauri that accidentally shot you slowed until it was hovering above you. It leveled its weapon at you. You closed your eyes and waited for the end to come.
Only, it didn’t.
You opened your eyes to see a finely sculpted blue butt at perfect viewing level. Captain America lowered his shield slightly and glanced over his shoulder at you.
“This is not a safe place to be, (Name).”
You sat up using your uninjured arm.
“Thanks for the advice, Captain, but I think I’m going to stay.” Steve furrowed his brows at your formality before following suit.
“That wasn’t a request, agent.” Steve extended one gloved hand and helped you up.
“Well it seems to me that you can use all the help you can get.” You said.
“Stay behind me and keep that gun of yours handy.” Steve ordered.
“Yes Captain, my captain.” You said and followed Steve into the melee.
“How is it that I’m the only one getting shot here?!” You screeched, holding your now wounded leg protectively.
“You’re not the only one getting shot, you’re just the only one getting hit.” Clint Barton quipped.
“Of course you’re getting shot, agent, I doubt there are many things that can resist you.” Tony Stark joked. The Avengers had formed a circle around you both to protect you and because it allowed them eyes all around.
“Looks like things are about to get interesting.” Tony said as the Chitauri started closing in. “Ready guys?”
“We shall fight the Chitauri together!” Thor declared. The Hulk roared in agreement.
“Then let’s-” Tony’s little speech was cut short by the body of a dead Chitauri almost falling on top of him.
“Oh, did I ruin your little moment by saving your life? So sorry. Carry on.” You gestured lazily with your gun toward the gathering aliens.
“Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow! It stings, I’m saying ‘ow’, why are you not stopping?!” You complained while a medic treated your shoulder wound.
“Don’t have much of a tolerance for pain, do you?” Tony asked, leaning up against the side of the ambulance you were sitting in.
“Mock me if you will but I do believe I saved your life.” You growled through gritted teeth.
“Don’t listen to him,” Natasha Romanoff advised. “You handled yourself well out there and that is something to be proud of.”
You smiled until the medic pressed too hard on your shoulder and made you yelp.
Tony opened his mouth, presumably about to say something, when he was once again cut off.
“Agent (Last name)!” Director Fury boomed.
“We lose so many people and yet he still survives.” You muttered.
“I know I ordered you to remain at your desk!”
“Oh. Yeah. Well, about that, um, you see…”