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A War Within Us - Avengers x Reader - INTRODUCTION

Series Summary: How will Y/N Y/L/N, the youngest avenger, handle the war that breaks out within her own team? Which side will she choose, and will it be the right one?

A/N: I haven’t posted in so long, dear god. ANYways - this is a writing piece based off “Civil War ‘ That I’’ve had for so damn long, and I finally decided to post! It’s basically “Civil War”, dialogue and plot, but with the reader, and a few minor changes and conflicts. This has been written as a MULTI PART SERIES, and if you want the other parts to be posted, leave a comment so I know people are interested! (If the other parts are posted, it may become a PETER PARKER X READER! Thats how I wrote it, but I’m still on the fence)

Pairing(s): Avengers x Reader (possible, eventual Peter Parker x Reader)

Word Count: 4505

Warnings:

combat and violence (I guess? Fighting)

I think maybe ONE swear word

(Another A/N: Any dialogue in bold is coming through an earpiece or comm).

Chapter Summary: A regular day in the crowded streets of Lagos. People walk through the marketplaces, going about their days. Carts and feet kick up dust from the road, the sound of chatter filling the air. Who would suspect some of the worlds most powerful superheros to be sitting in a run down coffee shop in pursuit of one of the most dangerous criminals?

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“All right, what do you see?”

A voice came through the comm in your ear. More specifically, the voice of Steve Rogers, who you last saw in an abandoned apartment across the street. You took a sip of your coffee, placing the cup down on the table in front of you before returning your eyes to your phone.

“Standard beat cops”. You muttered, making sure your head was low. “Small station. Busy street. It's a good target”

“There's an ATM on the south corner, which means?”

“Cameras”.

You looked up, glancing out of the bay window that you sat in front of in a comfortable armchair in a small coffee shop. The crowded bustle of the street was overwhelming compared to the quiet atmosphere in the shop. “Both cross streets are one-way. So, compromised escape routes. Means our guy doesn't care about being seen.”

“He isn't afraid to make a mess on the way out”. Natasha said, her figure reflected in the glass behind you. She was sitting a few tables down, her appearance disguised by a dark pair of sunglasses and a baseball hat. She brought her mug to her lips every time she spoke to avoid being noticed by the couple that had sat down right next to her.

“You see that Range Rover halfway up the block?”

“Yeah, the red one?” You asked, mimicking Natasha and bringing your cup to your lips as you had accidentally caught the attention of an older woman sitting at the table two over. “It's cute”.

“It's also bulletproof, which means private security…”

You cut Steve off before he could finish. “Which means more guns, which means more headaches for somebody”. You sighed. “Probably us”.

“You guys know I can move things with my mind, right?” Wanda said, your eyes landing on her a few tables down from you.

“Looking over your shoulder needs to become second nature”. Natasha said.

“Anybody ever tell you you're a little paranoid?” Sam asked, the sound of the wind prominent through his comm. You could imagine him standing on top of one of the concrete buildings, looking down at the busy streets below him.

“Not to my face.” Natasha quipped back. “Why? Did you hear something?”

“Eyes on target, folks.” Steve said, stopping Natasha and Sam from continuing. “This is the best lead we've had on Rumlow in six months. I don't want to lose him”.

“If he sees us coming, that won't be a problem”. Sam said, and you could hear his gear click and adjust through his comm as he moved. “He kind of hates us”.

You let out a small laugh, masking it with a cough. After a few moments, you looked back up, staring aimlessly at the road below you. It seemed like a normal street, bustling with crowds and people attempting to drive bikes and push carts. Your eyes caught something out of place; a large, rusty garbage truck. It was the only vehicle you had seen even attempt to get down the street.

“Sam… see that garbage truck?” You asked, the truck heading slowly down the crowded street in front of you. “Tag it”.

You heard the man mumble something in agreement, before you saw his shadow fly past on the building across the street.

“Done.”

“Give me X-ray”. You mumbled, and your phone screen lit up for real. The tag was placed underneath the truck, giving you a perfect 360 view of the inside. You observed every detail that could be observed.

You loved your job. Your abilities were all cognitive, your brain almost 100 times more advanced than the average humans. You had been in an accident when you were a baby, your parents car being hit head on by one that was carrying some type of hazardous material in an attempt to eliminate your family. Your parent were allies to the Starks and their superhero allies, part of their plans to take down many of the dangerous organizations.

That’s what did it, you walking away, surprisingly physically unharmed, your parents dying in the crash. With no other family, the Avengers took you in, knowing that the accident and exposure to the toxic material would most definitely have some sort of effect on you.

“That truck's loaded for max weight. Four armed guards in the back, and the driver's armed”. You paused, realizing the unusually heavy protection the guards were wearing. You noted the speed of the truck gradually pick up, and began calculating the possible incomes. “40 mph, 43, 45, 47, a street with, 768 people on it, heading southwest towards the -” You realized the truck was driving increasingly fast down the road that ended with a building, and it didn't look like it had any plans to slow down until it hit something. “It's a battering ram. Go now”.

“What?” Steve asked, concern and confusion evident in his tone.

You stood up from your table, placing your phone to your ear so it didn’t look like you were talking to yourself. As you reached the door, you saw Natasha stand up as well, Wanda paying her bill. “He's not hitting the police. Body armour, AR-15s”.

Sure enough, a loud crash could be heard, and in the distance you saw a large cloud of smoke. You maneuvered your way through the crowd, eventually reaching the remains of the concrete entrance to the building lying in a large pile. You slipped through the dust and commotion, hiding behind one of the larger trucks.

You exhaled, before feeling your body begin to numb.

Situations like these were when you were grateful to have the power of shapeshifting. Another affect of the accident. Whatever hazardous material that you were exposed to, not only enhanced your brain, but gave you actual superpowers. You discovered this by accident, little by little. One day you would wake up and swear your hair was lighter, or shorter. Or that your eyes hadn't looked that green the day before. It was only when you were flipping through a magazine, fantasizing about what it would be like to have red hair, that you glanced up to your vanity mirror, eyes going wide at the sudden appearance of your hair.

It was red.

After that, you started to experiment, seeing if you were going crazy, or if you could actually change what you looked like. And little by little, with the help of the Avengers, you got it under control, being able to change into whoever you wanted at your will, eventually becoming one of the strongest members of the team.

In this case, and current situation, It meant less hassle for you, and more time to focus on the task at hand instead of focusing on not being shot at by the guards. Soon enough, you felt completely different, your body covered with the armor the soldiers around you wore. You were suddenly taller, stronger, and holding a large assault rifle.

You soon realized that the Avengers, if they came in contact with you, most likely wouldn't realize who you were, which most likely end in a good beating.

You scanned for a way to reach the high ground, doing your calculations as the stairs had been destroyed when a bullet flew past your ear. You turned to where it had come from, coming face to face with an armed guard, bullets flying out of his gun. You suddenly realized you had to do the same thing.

“I make seven hostiles”.

Sam’s shadow flew overhead towards the overhang walkway, bullets firing through the air. “I make five”.

You loaded your gun, holding it and beginning to jog through the lines of fire, bullets ricocheting off your armour. You saw Steve fighting off multiple guards near the entrance, and you broke into a faster pace towards him.

As soon as you got closer, you started firing, hitting four of the seven or so guards that surrounded the Captain. As they fell to the ground, him and the other guards looked at you completely confused, and you shrugged, still holding the gun.

“Guess I missed.”

You swung the gun forward, the barrel knocking one of the guards down, and in the split second the others weren’t paying attention, Steve threw his shield, knocking them into a pile on the ground. The shield flew a couple hundred feet away from him, before returning to his hand like a boomerang with a metallic echo.

With no hesitation, he turned on you, and before you could even process what was going on, the vibranium object came flying at your face. You remembered in the millisecond before it sliced your head off, that you had forgotten to mention your change of appearance. However, you caught it with ease, the edge of the shield so close to your face it made you go cross eyed.

Another upside of being a young, female avenger - You had Natasha as your largest influencer, and she taught you everything you had to know, from physical combat to how to ride motorcycles.

You saw the Captain begin to advance towards you, but you held firmly onto the shield, pressing the button in the middle of the armour to deploy the mask around your face. You dropped the gun so you could wipe away a bead of sweat on your forehead.

“Yeah, hi.” You said, throwing the shield back to the Captain. He caught it, his face full of exasperation as he realized what had just happened. You took a couple of deep breaths. “Do you think you could throw that, like, 45 degrees in the air, that way?” You asked, motioning from the shield to where Sam fought off guards on the overhang platform.

“Got it.” he said, breaking off into a backwards jog. “But next time, maybe tell me what you look like so I don't almost slice your head off.” He pulled his arm back, getting ready to throw the shield as you broke into a run.

“It’s more fun this way!” You yelled back, watching a blur of red, blue and white shoot past you. As it reached ten or so feet away from you, you jumped up, landing firmly on the face of the shield. Your armor disappeared in mid air as you focused on the angle needed to make the landing, returning to your regular clothes. Almost as soon as your feet touched the shield, you jumped again, using the momentum to push you up, through the air, and onto the walkway, where you landed with a somersault.

The shield flew up and over your head as you straightened up, and you caught it with a large force that almost threw you off balance.

“Sam”. You called, the man turning around at his name, “Duck.”

You threw the shield just as he ducked, knocking the rest of the soldiers he had been fighting off of the walkway platform and onto the gravel below. The shield flew back to you, and you quickly scanned the battlefield before launching it back to Steve, hitting a few more guards on the way.

“Four”. Sam spoke into his comm, causing you to let out a breathy laugh.

“Technically, I think I should get credit for those.” You said, wiping the dust off of your pants.

“Well, your a kid, and people don't listen to kids, so the records will show those four went to me.”

“Are you kidding?” You asked, turning towards the large building as the man continued to keep watch over the walkway. “Can I get heat signatures at 10%?”

Your eyepiece, your personal favourite piece of equipment you got to use, began to whir. After a few seconds, your eyes fell through the concrete walls, and you began to scan the hallways of the building. There were dead bodies littering the floor.

“Copy, if anyone’s in the building, someone's already been inside.” You said, placing a finger on your earpiece in case it had been deactivated during your fighting.

“That’s me.” Steve said, and sure enough, you saw him run through one of the hallways. You caught a heat signature of a man running towards him around the corner.

“Rogers, northwest corner, about ten paces ahead of you, armed with an AR, wearing protection, injury in left leg already, weak spot.”

You watched the heat signature that was Steve pick up the pace, sliding on the ground and hitting the guard right in the left ankle, causing him to take a tumble right into the glass window, it shattering as he made contact. The guard fell through, landing on the hard concrete below.

“Thanks.” He said, and you watched him disappear down the hallway. You began to scan again, needing to go deeper to see inside of the rooms, as all the hallways had been cleared.

“Heat signatures, 25%.”

Your view became clearer, and you could see into all the rooms. You scanned quickly, passing through most of them, which were conference rooms or break rooms. Your eyes stopped as one of the conference room doors burst open, three heat signatures falling through it.

“Rumlow's on the third floor”. You said, your voice slightly louder than before, as the sound of a loud explosion came from somewhere down below. “He’s not alone.”

Soon enough, you saw the three heat signatures heading to the lower floors of the building, unaware that Captain America was waiting for them. You pulled yourself out from the building as a body flew very close to your head and over the edge of the walkway. You turned your head, looking wide eyed at Sam, surrounded by more bodies than he had been that last time you had looked.

“See.” You said simply. “You get credit for those. I had nothing to do with those.”

He laughed, and you grinned, before turning your head at the sound of more breaking glass. A large explosion came through one of the windows, and a body flew out from the fire. You grimaced as the figure, who you know realized was Steve, hit the overhang below, before spiralling off onto one more roof, eventually hitting the ground.

“Rumlow has a biological weapon”. Steve panted into your comm, and you jogged to the overhang to look down to where he had fallen. He lay on his back behind a van, catching his breath, his shield laying a few feet away.

“I'm on it”. You called, nodding at Sam to signal he was on his own, before you flipped yourself over the banister of the walkway, landing on the van below. You scanned the battlefield for Rumlow, spotting him fighting Natasha on top of one of the other vans.

“Jesus christ.” You murmured, before yet again taking the shape of one of the armed guards. You broke into a run towards where the villain and your team member fought. “Natasha, see the armed guard coming up on your left?”

“Yeah. Want me to take him out?”

“No thanks, I would prefer not to get murdered in this body. This armor is really hard to run in, and so damn hot, and probably wouldn't fit in a coffin.”

You reached a reasonable distance to where the fought, pulling out your gun and firing skillfully enough to hit Rumlow, but to miss Natasha. The bullet flew past her arm and lodged itself in his shoulder. He let out a mangled groan, and Natasha took the opportunity to kick him down. He landed by your feet, and you let the clunky armour disappear so wouldn't affect your fighting skills as he began to stand up.

You delivered a swift kick to his injured shoulder, and he fell back. You went to kick his ribs, but he was faster, grabbing your leg and twisting you over, your body colliding with the dirt. He stood suddenly, coming to stand over top of you. His fist came down towards your face, but you rolled out from between his legs, his hand hitting the ground instead.

You came out from under him, jumping on his back, pushing off to land on top of the van. He jumped up as well, and immediately began swinging. You dodged most of the hits, but eventually, his armoured hand launched a swift punch to your stomach, causing you to lose your breath.

You stumbled backwards, and he took the opportunity to lunge towards you. You jumped back up, but he struck you in the chest again, using his arm to flip you over. You landed on the metal roof of the car with a loud bang, the momentum sending you flying into the opening of the truck.

You fell yet again, landing on your back in the van. You looked up to where Rumlow was standing above, lighting a grenade.

“Fire in the hole”.

He let it fall from his fingers, landing uncomfortably close to you. You sat up, realizing suddenly that you weren't alone. Two guards sat on the bench in front of you, beginning to stand up at the realization they had a job to do. You stood up quickly, beginning to advance towards them.

“Hey Rogers, where can I get some of that fireproof suit material?” You asked into the comm, delivering a swift kick to the first guard, sending him flying into the second one. “Cause if I get myself into more situations like this, I’m gonna need it.” They lay on top of eachother in a mess of limbs, and you raced towards the grenade, throwing it towards them as you raced towards the door.

You didn't hear if Steve responded, the sound of the explosion deafening. The force sent you flying through the doors of the van, shoulder rolling onto the grass below. You could already tell you were going to be in a shit ton of pain the next day. You rolled over onto your back, letting out a throaty cough. “Sam. He's in an AFV heading north. Take this to the airstrip. We're not gonna outrun them”. You said, gasping for breath, before pushing yourself off the ground. You scanned the ground for a way to make it to the truck quicker than on foot, your eyes landing on one of the guards motorcycles.

You saw Sam fly overhead as you kicked the brake on the bike, the engine revving. The backfire shot the bike back slightly, before it broke off into a fast descent through the battlefield after the truck.

You raced through the crowded streets, yelling for people to get out of the way. You could hear another engine revving behind you, and you turned your head to see Natasha a few metres behind you on a bike of her own. You turned back to the road, swerving around a corner to avoid the narrower streets.

You almost crashed at Steve came from out of nowhere, landing on the road about twenty feet ahead of you. You cursed under your breath, before rerouting the bike on the regular path. “Rogers, how about next time you let me know where you are so I don't almost run you over?”

You saw a blur of red, white and blue shoot past you. “It’s more fun this way!”

As you came to an intersection, you heard a loud crash, and looking down the street, you saw that the van had crashed into one of the narrow streets, smoke billowing from its engine. You widely turned the bike, making almost a 360 degree turn as you changed directions, Natasha following close on your heels.

As the bike came closer to the van, you stood up, balancing on the seat, and right before it crashed into one of the merchants stands, you jumped, somersaulting onto the top of the van. You stood up, watching as Natasha took a different route, instead opting to stay on the bike to clear pedestrians from the line of fire.

“I've got four, they're splitting up”. Sam said over the comms. You scanned the ground below the van, your eyes landing on the four armed men he was talking about.

You saw Natasha running through the crowd, merely feet behind one of the men, her bike lying on the ground. “I got the two on the left”.

“I got right.” You said, jumping down off the top of the van.

“They ditched their gear”. Steve said. “It's a shell game now. One of them has the payload”.

You maneuvered through the crowd, understanding the sudden panic as soon as you came to a clearing where most of the crowd stood. Steve flew through the air, hitting a newspaper stand, falling right through it. Through the crowd, you saw Rumlow advancing towards him.

“Steve, you need backup?” You asked, climbing on one of the vendors stands and swinging yourself onto its metal roof. You saw movement from inside the stand where Steve had fallen, the glistening shield appearing through the dust.

“I’m good. Go get the others.”

You nodded, beginning to run across the roofs of the stands. You scanned the crowd again, having lost your guys as you stopped. You soon saw them, easily distinguishable, as they wore all black and were two or three feet taller than everyone else around. They came into a clearing, and you sped up, taking one final deep breath before jumping, landing square on one of the guys backs. The two of you tumbled down into the dust.

“He doesn't have it.” Sam said as you swung around the body of the first man, knocking the second one back down with your feet. “I'm empty!”

You swung yourself up, practically sitting on the guards shoulders, before swinging yourself over, bringing him down to the ground with you. He fell on the dirt, and you flipped over him, knocking the gun out of the other guards hand, before delivering a few hard hits to his face. The gun went flying into the dust, and you went to grab it, but a hand grabbed your ankle, pulling you back to the ground. You shoulder rolled down, pushing yourself back up and flipping over the first guard, sliding along the ground. You grabbed the gun, pushing yourself up and cocking it, pointing it towards one of the men, who at the same time, cocked and pointed his gun at you. “Drop it”. Yelled the other guard, who held a small vial of yellow and red liquid in his hand. Your eyes left the man holding the gun to you to look at him. “Or I'll drop this”.

You held the gun firm to the other guard, eyes locked on the one holding the weapon.

“Drop it!” He yelled.

“He'll do it!” The one with the gun yelled.

Suddenly, something flew up from behind the man holding the vial, shooting him in the neck. He fell, the vial falling towards the ground. In a matter of seconds, you pulled the trigger, shooting the man in front of you, and slid down to the ground, grabbing the vial right before it smashed to pieces on the ground.

You stood up, vial in hand, and dusted the sand off your pants. You turned to the thing that had shot the first bullet, the small, silver and red robot. “Payload secure. Thanks, Sam”.

“Don't thank me”.

You scoffed, watching as the little robot continued to hover in front of you. “I'm not thanking that thing”.

"His name is Redwing”.

“I'm still not thanking it”. You said, slipping the vial into the safety protection case, and then into your pocket. You jumped back onto one of the merchant stands, yet again swinging yourself onto its roof so you could have the high ground. A few stands away, you saw Natasha do the same.

“He's cute”. Sam said, and you located him, standing on top of a building. Sure enough, you saw the little red robot fly past you, back towards him. “Go ahead, pet him”.

You scoffed, motioning for Natasha and breaking into a run across the roofs of the stands, back towards where Rumlow and Steve had been fighting. Sure enough, they were still going at yet, more damage being done to the buildings around them.

“This is for dropping a building on my face”. You heard Rumlow growl, taking another swing at Steve.

Steve finally landed a good, strong hit, Rumlow flying off of him and onto the ground. The man panted, pulling off his mask as Steve approached.

“ I think I look pretty good, all things considered”. Rumlow added, looking up into the light at the man that stood over him. This was the first time you had seen his face, the skin all distorted, loose in some parts and burned tight in other.

“Who's your buyer?” Steve asked.

Rumlow took another shaky breath. “You know, he knew you”. He looked back up at Steve. “Your pal, your buddy, your Bucky”.

You saw Steve’s jaw clench. “What did you say?”

“He remembered you”. The man on the ground said. He broke into a short fit of laughter, that ended with a rough cough. “ I was there. He got all weepy about it. Till they put his brain back in a blender. He wanted you to know something. He said to me… "Please tell Rogers. "When you gotta go… "you gotta go."

You saw Rumlow fiddling with something on his side, but before you could say anything or intervene, he continued. “And you're coming with me”.

He pulled out whatever he was fiddling with, what you presumed to be a bomb or a gun, but but before he could do anything, the man screamed, bursting into a wild ball of flames. Your eyes widened, watching the red energy surround him.

Steve stumbled back as Rumlow was lifted into the air, and sure enough, you saw Wanda coming out of the crowd, her face scrunched up in concentration. He was lifted higher into the air, before he flew up at a dangerous speed, Wanda pushing his body into the concrete side of the nearest apartment building.

It was clear she had lost control when his body flew through one side right to the other, windows breaking and concrete falling, leaving a large, burning hole in the side of the building.

Your eyes widened at the damages, the crowd of people around you bursting into chaos and screams.

“Oh, my…” You said, your hand coming to cover your mouth in shock. You scanned the crowd, locating Wanda, who stood frozen, the pain on her face extremely evident. Sam flew down overhead of you, landing right below you. You jumped down from the metal roof of the stand to land beside him, the two of you joined by Natasha moments later. You all stood behind Steve, who stared up at the burning building.

“We need Fire and Rescue on the south side of the building”. He said firmly, without turning around to face the three of you. “We gotta get up there”.

You could tell the Avengers weren’t going to get away with this one.

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Final A/N: This is the first thing I’ve posted in so long! I hope you enjoy it! I expanding my writing to Marvel content a really long time ago, and this was one of the first things I wrote. I hope you enjoy!

IF YOU ARE INTERESTED IN PT. 2 please leave a comment or an ask letting me know, so I know people are into it and that I should post it!

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