“Act your age!”
Warnings: Swearing - Blood - Violence
Hi there, I love your writing. Could you do an imagine where you’re the youngest member in the Avengers like 16 or 17 and you can control the elements and are really good at fighting(ALMOST as good as Widow) During the Civil War airport fight you’re teamed on Team Iron Man and you fight hard, an explosion happens bits of rubble fly everywhere, a sharp piece of metal pierces through your stomach. After the fight you’re lucky to have survived but you are in a coma. Who knows when you’ll wake up.
“Don’t do this. Go home (Y/N).” Captain said to you sternly. You let out a grunt before getting back onto your feet. “Screw you.” You twisted your arms with concentration, water was forming from your fingertips and turning into ice shards. “You’re just a kid.” You were small, tiny compared to Natasha, but you were just as deadly. You were, probably around 5 or so, when you obtained your powers. You had control over the elements, but yet, you still were uncontrollable. When you got angry, everyone braced themselves because it was sure you were going to destroy something. Even as a child you were considered the most dangerous avenger out of all of them.
Being the youngest avenger was always hard. You were never allowed to fight and was left out of most of the planning. But not this. They were fighting over the stupidest thing and you couldn’t take it anymore. The family you had grown to deeply love was breaking apart, piece by piece. Your feet left the ground as you hovered above everyone. “Stop! Stop fighting, please!” It didn’t matter what you said, you were nothing but a kid in their eyes. Everywhere you looked was chaos, the airport was destroyed and everyone was trying to rip each other’s throats out. You landed with a thump and screamed again, “Stop!” Once again, you were ignored. “Peter!” You screamed out as he flew by, “Sorry (Y/N), I have to do this for Mr. Stark.” If they weren’t going to stop. You’d have to make them. The ground below everyone began shaking as you tried to call as much rock and dirt to your hands as possible. Large chunks of earth began forming while you turned your head, “Hey asshole!” You whistled getting the attention of Bucky, your body twisted using both Air and Earth bending to send a huge boulder at him. He flew backward, scratching the concrete with his metal arm. Wanda ran towards you, dodging stray pieces of Earth you had thrown. “Go home (Y/N) This is no place for children.” You shook your head, “I’m sorry Wanda, but you aren’t listening to me! You are hurting each other, and.. and I need you. I need you. I’m sorry.” A large puff of hot air slipped from your lips as you formed a large ball of fire. With a shriek, you let the fire scorch the Earth around you, and everyone else. Wanda cried out, “You are a small child in our eyes. You do not understand why this is happening. Do not hurt yourself. You still do not have control over your powers!” Her accent rang through your head but you shook.“Until you all figure out why this is all so bloody stupid then I’m not fucking leaving! So stop fighting and act your damn age!”
Your attention snapped to the plane, it was creaking loudly and it was smoking heavily. Small sparks grew near the spilled jet fuel, you had to think quick or everyone around you could blow up. You held your hands up and breathed in deeply. Cool air filled touched your arms as you whipped your arms creating a large gust of wind blowing everyone who was near you a hundred feet away from each other, and out of danger. The plane combusted no less than five seconds later sending you back in the air. The world around you became grey with dust and soot as you hit back into a car feeling your back dent the side of the metal. Your head lolled back, blood filling your mouth. A sharp pain stabbed your stomach and you couldn’t seem to place what had happened. Groans left your lips as you spit out a mouthful of warm, blood. Your eyes began to lull shut before seeing Natasha’s face hover over yours. “I-I.” You cried out. “Oh. Oh my god. Oh my god.” She put her hand down somewhere on your lower stomach. You couldn’t see where she was pushing pressure, but it was immensely painful. “Call. Call the.” It was unlike Natasha to lose her words but she couldn’t ignore the large piece of scrap metal that stuck through your stomach. Wanda cried out before running to your side. The hero’s stood in shock watching you try to keep your eyes open with blood pouring out of your center, “a-are you done now?”
With a temporary agreement on peace, the group you’ve called your family, sat around your pale body. Usually, you were bright and full of colour, but now you seemed drained… unable to breathe for yourself. Wanda sat closest to you stroking your hair with her delicate hands. The Avengers, who had been just fighting and arguing, were dead quiet. The words the doctors had muttered was stuck in everyone’s head… they didn’t know if you would wake up.