i ship everyone on this helicarrier

The Faster You Rise 7/9

Pairing: Avengers x Reader
Rating: Teens and Up
Summary: The Avengers have to finally team up together and face Loki’s team of mercenaries inside the Helicarrier, yet everything doesn’t end well, especially for Reader.
Series: Y/N Stark: An Avenger Story
Words Count: 2.5k
Warnings: swearing, mentions of blood, character’s death, mention of alcohol and angst

Originally posted by templarscreedme

  S.H.I.E.L.D.’s Helicarrier - The laboratories

“Oh, my God,” Bruce whispered whilst looking at the monitor.

You couldn’t even process his words that a big explosion shook the whole ship and everyone was thrown in every direction as the lab exploded under your feet. Steve, Tony, you and Thor with Fury landed in different parts across the room while Bruce and Natasha flew through a window towards the lower level of the equipment room.

Your back arched off the floor naturally as you felt the pieces of glass under the leather of your suit and you blinked your eyes open, shaking your head as the vibrations of the explosion still shook your brain. A thin white smoke trapped the room and you turned your gaze, seeing Thor lying next to you as he tried to get his head straight again.

“Y/N, where are you?!” Tony coughed a raspy tone of panic as he glanced around him and you groaned loudly, lifting your hand up and waving in his direction. “Is everything okay?”

“I’m… I’m fine” you grunted, crawling towards him weakly. “How- how about you?” You breathed harshly, looking for any sign of a wound on his body and feeling your heart crashing against your ribcage at the thought of seeing him injured.

Your brother reassured you, showing he was all right and you brought a palm to your head, turning to Steve, who held his hand down to you. You accepted the offer, standing up and in two quick seconds, you saw the damages around, bringing a new frown to your forehead.

“I’m perfectly fine, Y/N,” the super soldier answered, sensing your question about his physical health and you smiled lightly. “You sure you good?”

“Don’t worry, Steve… now, go!” You exclaimed, and went looking for Fury at the other side of the room, hoping he had survived.

“Put on the suit,” the Captain breathed out in the billionaire’s direction.

“Yep!” Tony got up and they both ran out of the lab.

“Nick?!” You called, kneeling to his sides next to a table. “Sir, are you fine?”

He exhaled a positive answer, sitting up and he brought a finger to his earpiece, “Hill?”

As the spy began to explain what had caused the explosion and where the problem was located, you turned around and noticed Thor leaving in a hurry with his hammer. Getting your attention back to Fury, who was giving his orders to the team, you waited for yours.

“Stark, on the deck with me. Now!” Fury commanded, and you followed him, running inside the ship that was busy with all the engineers, working on the killed engine and STRIKE Team fighting a group of mercenaries trying to infiltrate the Helicarrier.

Quickly finding the threat on your way, you used your knives to take every man and woman down. After having stabbed all of them with the help of the boss, you got inside the bridge and waited for the next wave of mercenaries to walk in and get kicked.

As Fury gave his new commands to move the Helicarrier above the ocean, you pointed your gun at the double doors and an enormous roar could be heard in the whole ship. At this moment, you could feel your blood freezing when the thought of Natasha being with Bruce- or the other guy in this case -came back to your mind.

“Stark, I need you-”

“Grenade!” Hill shouted, cutting off Fury and her body hit the stairs as the explosive blew close to her spot of work.

Spotting the mercenaries, you ran to hide in a corner with the director and fought two of them while he shot at three. Without a break, you aimed your weapon and shot a bullet at a former soldier about to kill your boss.

‘We have the Hulk and Thor on research level 4.’ An agent informed you.

“Sir, the Hulk will tear this place apart!” Hill cried out and you loaded your gun.

“Get his attention!” Fury ordered and the deputy director commanded the pilot of the Escort 6.0 to shoot at the Hulk if necessary.

Shooting at more mercenaries on the deck, you dodged in time when an arrow grazed the skin of your arm as it planted in one of the computers of the tech team, creating another smaller explosion. You gasped, turning your head and you instinctively aimed at a small window as you saw Clint, pulling the string of his bow and another familiar arrow was thrown.

The bullet destined to pass through his arm finally lodged in the wall as the Helicarrier began to free fall due to the shut down remaining engines. You cursed as you fell on the ground, your weapon slipping out of your hand and you clung on a railing to not drag to the windows as the agents around you all lost their balance.

“It’s Barton, he took our systems. He’s headed for the detention lab. Does anybody copy?”

‘This is Agent Romanoff. I copy,’ Natasha responded in a shaky voice and you released your breath, hearing her voice again.

Anthony… what the hell are you doing?!” You interrogated through the coms, knowing he was the one supposed to fix the engine with Steve’s help and you pushed on your arms, supporting your weight with your hands.

‘Uh, kind of asking the same question… wait a second!’ He answered and a moment later, finally the Helicarrier stabilized itself and you were out of troubles for now.

“Sir, who’s in the detention section?” You asked, getting on your feet and you took back your knives, ready to fight again.

“Coulson,” Fury revealed and you swallowed, feeling worried with wide eyes. “Go, join him!”

As soon as you got the green light, you just rushed to the stairs and jumped over them, taking down another mercenary waiting outside the room where was held the enemy. As you walked in, you saw the dark Prince standing next to where used to be the glass cell with his blue magic stick in hand.

“Loki, drop your scepter,” you aimed your blades and shifted your head to the side, witnessing Phil’s chest covered in blood, collapsed against the wall. “You son of a bitch.”

“I don’t think I-”

Your mentor interrupted Loki, shooting with one of the enormous Phase 2 weapons Steve had brought up to you earlier and sent him through a wall before you could throw an ice blast in order to kill him.

“So that’s what it does,” Coulson whispered and you dropped your vibranium blades, kneeling next to him in a panic and great fear you held inside, only seemingly.

Instinctively, you pressed a hand on his chest to stop the bleeding. “Stay here,” you brushed your earpiece. “We have an agent down, I need medical attention in level 5! I repeat, we need medical attention!”

The man who was like a father to you was gravely wounded and you knew how it was about to end, but you tried. You just put all your weight to stop the red from dripping out of his heart.

“It’s gonna be okay,” you assured and tried to not break out. “Just stay awake. Eyes on me.”

“I’m sorry about your family, Y/N. I could’ve done more.” Phil murmured, and some blood spilled out of his mouth. “I’m so sorry,” he begged, putting his hand on yours and squeezed it.

“What are you talking about?” You breathed, narrowing your eyes. “You just focus on staying with me; you can make it. You can.”

“Have I ever told you how much I’m proud of you? It’s the right time, I’m clockin’ out here.”

“Not- not… not an option. Don’t leave me alone, you have to stay with me,” you ordered in a desperate tone, trembling. “Hey- I need you… Phil, you are the one person in this agency who believes in me. I can’t lose you,” your voice cracked as you held the tears, yet the pain began to create its way to your heart, seeing him fighting hard for you. “Where’s the medic?!”

“It’s okay, Angel eyes. This was never gonna work if you all didn’t have something to…”

“Ph- Phil?” You called, like a lost child as he didn’t finish the sentence and his blue eyes were empty, life leaving him in a cold place. Your mind, your body couldn’t believe what had just happened.

“Wake up, it’s not funny,” your hands desperately shook his head. “Coulson…? Phil?!” As no more sound came out, you lowered your head, putting your bloody palms on your thighs as hot tears streamed down. “Not you… Please!” You sobbed in a tortured scream echoing everywhere in the level.

  A couple of hours later, the Helicarrier, Classified

With blood shot eyes, you gathered with the remaining Avengers in the ship’s meeting room where you sat in silence and as you looked at the table, you saw an empty and broken reflect.

“These were in Phil Coulson’s jacket. Guess he never did get you to sign them.” The Boss began from the other side of the table and threw the Captain America trading cards on the glass towards Steve. “We’re dead in the air up here. Our communications, location of the cube, Banner, Thor. I got nothing for you. Lost my one good eye. Maybe I had that coming.”

Fury paused for a moment and Steve looked over you, meeting your watery eyes as you finished staring at his hands holding the cards you used to joke about. At this moment, they seemed more emotional, holding bittersweet memories. When the super soldier gave you a smile meaning he was sorry and he would be here for you, you tried to do the same. Failed.

“Yes, we were going to build an arsenal with the Tesseract. I never put all my chips on that number, though, because I was playing something even riskier,” Fury continued as he walked around the table. “There was an idea, the Starks know this, called The Avengers Initiative. The idea was to bring together a group of remarkable people, see if they could become something more. See if they could work together when we needed them to, to fight the battles that we never could. Phil Coulson died still believing in that idea, in heroes.”

As he said those words, you felt the irresistible want to throw up. How could he call people like you heroes when you had left your mentor dying alone? Sensing the same disgust in Tony’s features, you both stood from your chairs at the same time, leaving Fury and Steve to not freak out in front of them.

As you walked out, side by side, Tony held his gaze straight to the hallway and his hand enveloped yours, squeezing it firmly. You stopped in your tracks, looking at him and in total silence; he wrapped his arms around you and held you close to him, putting a reassuring kiss on your head. You remained there, feeling safe in your brother’s arms, who whispered he was sorry so many times and you thanked him for his endless support you needed most.

“Do you need something?”

“Jack Daniels… whole bottle,” you cracked a sad thin smile. “I’m going to see Nat,” you informed, pulling away. “She’s got Clint and I need answers.”

Tony wiped out the tears from your cheeks and you watched as he winked, walking towards the detention section. You stared at the wall, suddenly feeling so lonely here and you headed to the infirmary before you felt a large hand taking your arm gently.

“I’m sorry for what happened.” Your gaze shifted to Steve’s worried blue eyes. “If you want to talk about this, I’ll be here.”

“Maybe later,” you shook your head. “I’m trying to get my head straight because there will be a lot happening with Audrey… the funerals-” You stopped a moment, staring at him when realization and hatred hit you. “This guy… this Loki killed the person who was close to being a father to me. He made this personal.”

“I know and he will pay for his crimes,” the super soldier placed a hand on your shoulder. “I promise you, Y/N.”

“I will crush him and if I can’t get Loki, you can be sure I’m gonna make someone pay… whoever the hell it is,” you said, as cold as ever. “He must know when someone touches my family, I kill them.” No emotions written on your features, vengeance and dark purpose directed your steps as you left Steve’s sweet reassuring company without another word.

You went inside the hospital wing of the ship where Natasha and Clint were, not knowing what had happened to them exactly, just that the Hulk almost killed the ex redhead assassin, who managed to get her best friend back into your side.

Through the door’s window, you saw them talking side-by-side and you entered silently, feeling your partner in crime lost and willed to be repentant of his unconscious latest actions.

“Barton,” you leaned against the doorway as the door closed behind you.

“Y/N?” Clint called like he was shocked to see you bruised and your eyes worn with tears you’d let run for the first time since your parents had died. “You loo-”

“I look like a mess, I know,” you interrupted and walked over to hug him. “Have you seen what you did to my face?” You tried to chuckle on his shoulder, but nothing came out.

“I’m sorry,” he broke away, “for everything and Coulson-”

“I’m fine,” you snapped and the archer knew it wasn’t time to try to comfort you.

“Loki, he got away?” He asked as he changed the subject and Natasha brought a hand on your shoulder, sending you a smile as support.

“Yeah. I don’t suppose you know where?”

“I didn’t need to know. I didn’t ask. He’s gonna make his play soon, though. Today.”

“We gotta stop him,” Natasha claimed as she stared at a window and Clint drank the water you’d poured for him.

“Yeah? Who’s we?”

“I don’t know. Who’s ever left,” she shrugged and you looked away.

“Well, if I put an arrow in Loki’s eye socket, I’d sleep better, I suppose,” he sighed and the redhead moved closer to him.

“Now you sound like you.”

“But you don’t. You’re a spy, not a soldier,” Clint stated and you stood from the bed, resting against the wall. “Now you want to wade into a war. Why? What did Loki do to you?”

“He didn’t, I just…” your best friend trailed off as she looked down.

“Natasha,” you whispered, not urging for a response, but more like you’d be here for her.

“I’ve been compromised. I got red in my ledger; I’d like to wipe it out.” As soon as she finished, Steve appeared in the room- next to you -his uniform back on.

“Time to go.”

“Go where?” Natasha asked, unprepared to go anytime soon.

“I’ll tell you on the way. Can you fly one of those jets?”

“I can,” Clint notified and Steve met your eyes for a positive answer. You nodded in confirmation your best friend was back on your side for good.

“You got a suit?” The super soldier asked the archer and he responded affirmatively. “Then suit up,” he ordered and left the infirmary quickly with you following closely.

Stopping at your locker, you pushed a hand inside and took a look at your locket hanging with your civilian clothes. You opened it, smiling for the first time in hours at the sight of the two small photos inside and you settled it with your knives back inside, shutting the door firmly as your eyes shone orange with the fire of anger.

After getting ready, you swallowed the pain and put on your favorite unemotional face as you joined Steve, Clint and Natasha inside bay six. You all walked onto the nearest Quinjet, determined to make things right and make Loki pay for what had happened a few hours ago.

“Hey… you guys aren’t authorized to be in here,” the tech agent uttered, leaving his seat.

“Son. Just don’t,” Steve warned with his strong soldier’s voice and your colleague left silent, probably afraid to get hit by him or anyone of you.

“Son?” You scoffed. “Don’t you think this guy’s biologically older than you?”

“Wanted to try,” he buckled up and you sat next to him as Clint and Natasha started the jet.

“Don’t die out there. It would be very stupid now that you came back, right?” Your first real attempt at humor faded away as your friend offered you a knowing dry look. “Too soon, yeah? I know, sorry.”

“Where are we going Cap?” Natasha interrogated, giving you a knowing look of hers.

“Stark Tower.”


endless list of marvel ships: Bucky and Steve, MCU

How ‘bout you? You ready to follow Captain America into the jaws of death?

Hell no. But that little guy from Brooklyn who was too dumb not to run away from a fight, I’m following him… But you’re keeping the outfit, right?

endless list of Marvel ships: Natasha Romanova and Sharon Carter, 616

Can’t believe I let you talk me into this. We’re supposed to stay out of trouble, not start it.

I didn’t have to try very hard. Seems like someone misses being a spy.

Less talking, you. We’re on the clock.

endless list of marvel ships: Natasha Romanova and James “Bucky” Barnes, 616

I know you don’t need me. But please, Natasha. Whatever else we are… let me be your friend.

You’re a good man.

Not really, no. But you’re the only one who understands that.