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Seven Devils

Steve X Reader, Avengers X Reader, (Surprise Guest) X Reader

A/N: I finally re-wrote this! Thanks for being understanding with my laptop troubles! This is a part 3/3 to Holding on For Dear Life, and this series has been converted into a prequel for something that is coming (If people enjoy this, that is)! *wink* Thank you for all of the amazing people reading this, and all of the brilliant ideas! I love hearing from you! PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK BECAUSE I LOVE ATTENTION LOL

(SIDE NOTE: I have very little medical knowledge and used google for the medical talk.)

Song: Seven Devils by Florence + The Machine

Warnings: Swearing (as usual), talk of suicide and self-harm, villainizing the avengers, Lots of goddamn resentment and anger, etc.

Word Count: 4210 This is SO LONG, holy shit…  

Masterlist

Part 1 // Part 2

Holy shit! I feel good. Why do I feel good? Didn’t I…?

My eyes fluttered open, looking around the empty hospital room. Okay, so I’m at the tower. Not locked up, yet. I looked around for the nurse button, spotting it on the wall next to me and tried to lift my arms – but they couldn’t get very far, because they were cuffed to the railings of the hospital bed. “What the fuck?” I rasped, throat and mouth dry from being asleep.

Seriously?

“Hello?” I tried to shout with a raspy voice, clanging my shackled wrists against the railings of the bed. I stared at the cuffs, willing my wrists to get hot and expand the metal of the cuffs so I could pull my hands out. The heat didn’t bother me as I yanked my hands through and held them until they were cooled enough to set onto the blankets, so there was not another fire.

Fuck. The fire. How long has it been since that happened? How long has it been since I tried to… I didn’t want to think about that, yet.

Where is everybody? Anybody?

Nobody had shown up, yet. They must not have heard me, but my voice was not going to let me yell, again, unless I got some water.

When the cuffs were finally cool enough, I set them on the blankets. Wait a minute, dumbass. You’re in the tower. Tell FRIDAY to get the nurse.

“FRIDAY? Can you let the nurse know that I am awake and need some water?” My voice came out quiet and strained but the AI responded quickly, and I took a minute to gather my bearings.

I tried to kill myself.

I swallowed a bunch of Oxy… So why did I feel really good? I felt strong, like I could run a marathon. The more I thought about it, I was able to control that heat in my wrists without the slightest bit of strain, as well. What the fuck did they do? I ripped the blankets off of my body, looking down and gasping at the sight of my body.

I looked great! I no longer looked sick from the drugs and homelessness. I was muscular, again. I looked better than I had ever looked. Better than I did before I stopped training.

After my initial shock, a wave of anger washed over me.

What the hell did they fucking do to me?!

“Miss Y/L/N!” A nurse came in with a smile, “You’re finally awake-”

“What the fuck did they do to me?” I growled, gesturing to my body. “How long was I out?”

Holy water cannot help you down / Hours and armies couldn’t keep me out / I don’t want your money / I don’t want your crowd / See I have to burn / Your kingdom down…

The nurse frowned, eyeing the damaged cuffs on my bed - then came over to read the monitor next to me. “You have been unconscious for approximately four months, one week, and five days. You overdosed on Oxycodone, and were given Naloxone to counteract the depression of your central nervous system and respiratory system, then we had to use activated charcoal to prevent further absorption of the drug in your system. Unfortunately, the damage to your body had already been done. Since you have a history of substance abuse, you sent yourself into liver failure.”

I tried to digest all the information as best as I could, but that was a lot to take in. “Liver failure?” She nodded, tucking the blanket back around me. “How come I feel great, then? What happened? What did they do?”

She bit her lip, breaking eye contact with me. “FRIDAY, can you please tell Mr. Stark and Captain Rogers to come to the room for further explanation?” She turned to me after FRIDAY responded, “Doctor Banner is away, or I would have him come explain himself. I have a cart full of food and water, would you like me to grab you something?”

“God, yes.” I felt like my stomach was going to ingest itself at any moment.

Halfway through the entire cart of food, there was a knock at the door. The fucking idiots have arrived. I looked up from my bowl of soup and narrowed my eyes at the sight of the men standing at the door, “What the fuck did you assholes do to me?”

They looked nervous. Rightfully so, because I was mad.

“Now, Y/n, we had to-” Steve tried to start.

“No, Steve.” I glared, setting my food down on the bedside table and rolling it slightly away from me, “I want to hear this from Tony. I don’t want to hear a fucking word come out of your mouth.”

Tony sighed, taking a step forward, “We injected you with an experimental version of the Super Soldier Serum.”

Did I hear that correctly?

“You WHAT?” I screamed, eyes widening in shock. “Why in the hell did you decide that was a good idea?”

“You were dying.” Tony huffed out a breath, “We didn’t want you to die. You were in a medically induced coma, going into liver failure. That was after you burned down a building and tried to kill yourself.” He crossed his arms, taking a deep breath, “What the hell were you thinking? Trying to kill yourself, Y/n! What the fuck!”

“No. You never gave a shit about if I lived or died before,” I pointed out, jaw getting tight with anger. “If memory serves, you guys left me on the streets to die.”

“We did not.” Tony argued, throwing his hands up, “We-”

“How many fucking times do I have to fucking say this?” I yelled, slamming a fist against the railing of the bed in anger, bending it. “You guys fucking threw me the fuck out without any way to provide for myself! I couldn’t work, I couldn’t pay rent, I couldn’t eat-”

“You found plenty of ways to get drugs, though.” Steve muttered.

“Go fuck yourself, Steve.” I glared, “I was trying to numb my fucking feelings. I don’t blame you for the substance abuse. I fucking blame you for making me feel worthless. I blame you for making me feel like a cheap whore. I blame you – all of you - for making me feel like I had no place in this group. I blame you for throwing me the fuck out like I was a piece of trash.”

Steve didn’t respond.

Tony walked over, standing at the end of my bed, “I am sorry that you feel that way, but what’s done is done. You’re enhanced, now. We need to deal with that.”

“You should have let me die.” I muttered, tears pricking my eyes. “You should have never experimented on me.”

“Sorry to disappoint you, Y/n.” Tony shook his head, shoving his hands in his pockets, “We have to talk about what happens next.” I raised an eyebrow, urging him to continue. “You still have to answer for your crimes. You burned down an entire building. The public doesn’t look too kindly on that.

“You’re going to have to be locked up.” He finished, breaking eye contact, “Secretary Ross will decide what to do with you during that time.”

“You’re going to leave my fate up to the man who wants me killed?” My eyes widened in shock as I clenched my fists in anger. “That’s not fucking happening.”

“You have no choice, Y/n.” Steve growled.

“The fuck I don’t.” I yelled, bringing my hands up as they grew hot, “I would rather be on the streets than be Ross’s fucking plaything.”

My hands burst into flames, and a wicked smile made its way to my face as the power in me was awakened.

Holy water cannot help you now / See I’ve had to burn your kingdom down / And no rivers and no lakes can put the fire out / I’m gonna raise the stakes, I’m gonna smoke you out…

“Y/n. Stop.” Steve raised his hand to his gun on his hip, “Or I will stop you.”

“Are you going to shoot me, Cap?” I taunted, smirking as I felt a surge of power run through my core.

I will no longer be weak. I will no longer be helpless. I will no longer feel the way I felt when I tried to kill myself. I will no longer let them have power over me. The anger in my body seemed to pulse through my veins. I could feel it consume me. The power surging through my veins felt wonderful. My whole body was buzzing. My mind was finally free of the depression and helplessness I had felt for so long. I was finally in control.

I was finally strong.

I felt the smirk turn into a full grin as I stood, flames balled up in my hands, “I would like to see you, try.”

Tony slowly backed up, and I took notice as he hit the emergency button on his watch. “Y/n, calm down. Let’s talk about this.”

“I think I’m done talking.” I let out a laugh, sounding sinister, “I suggest you let me leave.”

“I don’t think so.” Tony growled. His suit suddenly came flying into the room, attaching itself to his body piece by piece, until the helmet snapped shut over his face. “You’re not going anywhere.”

“Either let me leave, or I burn your fucking building to the ground with everyone in it.” I threatened, balls of flame levitating over my hands. They grew double in size, and Steve’s eyes widened in shock.

Suddenly, I felt something else surge through my veins. A new cold feeling that I had never experienced, before. Experimenting with this energy, I let the arctic feeling consume my hands, and the balls of fire suddenly turned to moving balls of ice.

“Uh oh, Tony.” I mocked, “I have a feeling that injecting me with the serum was a big, big mistake.”

I channeled my energy, sending a surge of ice shards to Steve. They weren’t directed at any major veins or arteries, they were pointed to areas meant to incapacitate. Steve tried to throw himself out of the way, but one stuck in his arm. He groaned as he yanked the bloody shard out of his arm and sent a bullet in my direction, missing me.

Seven devils all around you / Seven devils in my house / See they were there when I woke up this morning / I’ll be dead before the day is done…

Tony made an attempt to send a blast right at me, but I rolled out of the way. “You’ll have to be faster than that, Iron Man.” I taunted, sending a blast of flame his way.

I used the distraction to sprint out of the room. I was high up in the building, so I would have to get to the stairs. FRIDAY would never let the elevator go down with me in it. When I left my room, I knew exactly where I was, and made my way down the corridors.

Alarms started screaming through the building, and the lights shut down to the red emergency lights. So that’s how you’re going to play it? Get the whole building to fight me?

Bring it on.

The first wave of agents came after me when the door to the stairs reached my view. They swarmed the corridor, weapons ready, with determined looks on their face. Sam and Wanda came ran in front of the crowd, ready to fight.

“Y/n, we can’t let you leave.” Sam called out, voice stern.

“Try and stop me.”

I came at them with ice. I knew I was going to have a hell of a time trying to get any of this passed Wanda, so I went after the agents, first. They were not expecting me to shoot jagged daggers of ice in their direction, and they spread in panic. I used the distraction to freeze Sam’s feet to the cold ground, as well as everyone else in the room.

“Nobody warned me she’s fucking Frozone, now, guys!” Sam yelled into his coms, as he tried to pull himself out of the ice.

Wanda’s hands were glowing red as she used her ability to throw me into the walls of the corridor. I had to have hit the wall hard, but I barely felt it as I regained my footing and hit her with a surge of a new feeling that was flowing through my veins.

A gust of wind blew Wanda into the wall, rendering her unconscious.

“Oh, shit!” Sam yelled into his comms, finally freeing himself with his wings. “Wanda’s down.”

“You’re next.” I grinned, using the force of the wind to blow him to the wall. Then, switching back to ice, I froze his hands and feet to the wall, keeping him contained.

I dodged the other agents, sending an explosion of fire at the door to the stairs. The door blew off the hinges, hitting the wall on the other side.

I made my way down one set of stairs before I ran into more agents. “Fuck, you guys just keep coming.” I complained, sending a gust of air, knocking them down like a bunch of bowling pins. “When will you get it?” I yelled in annoyance, knowing the Avengers had cameras on me, “You won’t stop me!”

“We can try.” A new voice came from above. A teenage voice. Peter Parker.

“They sent the kid? Seriously?” I groaned in annoyance, “I’m not hurting you, kid. I have no beef with you.”

He sent webs in my direction, pinning my body to the concrete wall of the stairwell. “You can’t leave, Y/n.”

“Did you know,” I smirked, raising the temperature my body, “that spider webs are very flammable?” I sent a blast of fire from my body, lighting the webs up into flames. The webbing melted off my hot body quickly, and I realized that I had also burnt off my gown in the process.

“Umm, umm,” Peter stammered out, unsure how to proceed with my nakedness. Poor kid. He made an attempt to move forward and fight me hand to hand, but I rolled my eyes and quickly froze him to the wall.

“Good try, kid.” I laughed, “But I’m not hurting you.”

I left him to struggle with the ice on his own, hoping he didn’t end up with frostbite in that suit.

I pursed my lips in thought as an idea popped into my head. I wonder. I focused my energy on the air around me, and I was suddenly floating. “Cool.” I manipulated the air into floating me over the railing, and down the middle of the many floors of the Avengers Tower. I could feel my stomach drop a little as I descended quickly, and cushioned my landing when I went over the railing for the first floor.

When I blasted the door open, the looks on everyone’s faces were priceless as I walked – still very naked – through the hole where the door used to be. I assessed my surroundings quickly, and saw that several agents were retreating.

I guess they are either scared, or want me alive.

Ross probably wants me alive.

That meant they wouldn’t shoot me. Good.

A sinister grin spread on my face as three large figures made their way towards me in the main lobby. Bucky, Steve, and Tony.

And now all your love will be exorcised / And we will find you saying it’s to be better now / And it’s an even sum / It’s a melody / It’s a battle cry / It’s a symphony…

“Oh, good, the three musketeers are here.” I joked, biting my lip in anticipation. “Want to see what I just learned?”

“Cut the shit, Y/n.” Bucky yelled, metal arm whirring as he approached, “You won’t win this.”

“I won’t?” I snapped my fingers, “Well damn. Here I was thinking that I was making my grand escape. Guess not.” I lifted my hands, feeling flames caress my fingers as I stared at Bucky with a mocking smile. “I guess I will just have to kick it up a notch.”

Before any of them could say anything, the flames in my hands started spark and change color. I felt a crackling surge through my veins from my feet to my fingertips – like pins and needles – and the flames changed to electricity. I shot the energy through their bodies, stunning them like a Widow’s Bite. Not enough to kill them, but enough to knock their asses to the ground.

“You were saying?” I said to their unconscious bodies.

I took a moment to stare at Steve’s unconscious body, and a wave of disappointment washed over me. This man used me. This man made me feel unwanted, depressed, heartbroken, angry… This man was not the same man from before the ice. This man didn’t have the ‘old forties charm’ – like women claimed. Or maybe he did… just not with me. He had wronged me more than any of them ever had. He had treated me the worst of all of them. I will never let anyone treat me badly, again.

“Miss Y/L/N?” Vision’s voice came from behind, making me jump.

Crap. He’s going to be hard to get rid of.

He wasn’t somebody I wanted to fight. While he had never been a friend to me, he had never actually treated me like crap. Not like Steve. Not like the rest of them.

With a sigh, I spun around, ready to fight – but he just stood there, with his arms at his sides. He wasn’t even dressed for a fight. He was in that dark sweater that he always wore. “I wished to tell you, before you left, that I apologize.” He kept his hands at his sides, “While I was never impolite to you, I also never paid attention to how the others were treating you. For that, I apologize.”

My brows pulled together, and I bit my lip in confusion. He’s apologizing? Wow. Okay? “Uhh, thanks, Vision.” I brought the electricity back into my hands, almost like holstering my weapon. “I accept your apology.”

He nodded, turning around and walking into another corridor and out of sight.

Okay?

Shaking my head, I walked over to a chair by the front desk, stealing a long, woman’s trench coat hanging off the back of one of the chairs. I shrugged it on, and the length – thankfully – was long enough to hit my knees. I couldn’t find shoes, but I needed to get the fuck out of the building. The sirens were still blaring, but I could hear a bunch of police sirens getting closer and closer. Probably Secretary Ross and the cavalry.

Walking through the front exit, I was greeted with the sight of Natasha and Clint.

They can keep me high / ‘Til I tear the walls / 'Til I save your heart / And I take your soul / And what have we done? / Can I be undone? / In the evil heart / In the evil soul…

They were just standing there, with a crowd starting to form behind them due to the alarms and the flashing lights. Natasha’s red hair was blowing gently in the brisk breeze, and she had a look of disappointment on her face.

Clint, with the same look on his face and bow in his hand, spoke first. “You need to stop, Y/n.”

I shook my head, shoving my fingers in my pockets. “I can’t. I refuse to let Ross make me his plaything. You know how he feels about me.”

“I’m not talking about that,” He sighed, the grip on his bow tightening, “I’m talking about hating us.”

A laugh ripped through me, “Are you for real, Clint?” I removed my hand from my pocket, shoving it through my long y/h/c in frustration. “You guys treat me like shit for four years of my life, make me homeless, make me feel so guilty, make me feel worthless, experiment on me… and I am supposed to just ‘stop hating you’?”

“We never treated you like shit.” Clint defended.

“BULLSHIT.” I screamed, gaining the attention of the onlookers. The sirens were growing closer. “I did nothing but try and help. I did nothing but be there for all of you during tough times. I had your backs during every mission. I tried and tried to gain everyone’s trust and friendship, and instead you all blew me off like I was nothing!” Angry tears were pricking at my eyes, but I would not let them fall. “I made one mistake. A bad mistake, but no worse than any mistakes made by the people on this fucking team. You all let Steve throw me out like I was a piece of trash!”

“I didn’t know-” Natasha tried.

“You should have known!” I cried, turning to her, “You’re a fucking spy, Nat! You both are some of the best fucking spies in the world! You should have known that I was spiraling! You should have been able to find me pretty fucking quickly! I didn’t even leave the fucking city, you just didn’t care enough to look! All I wanted was to fit in, and to have a family! You should have had my back, just like I had all of yours.”

I could see the giant SUVs coming down the streets, now.

“This team is not good.” I shook my head in defeat. “The Avengers need to be put in their fucking place.”

Clint laid a hand on Natasha’s shoulder as she went to pull out her gun, “I pulled you out of the shower, Y/n. I tried to save you, just like you saved me.”

Clint was the voice? Clint was the person who pulled me out, before I went into a coma? “Why didn’t you just let me die?” A single tear streamed down my face.

“Because I-”

Bang!

I cried out as a sharp pain radiated from my shoulder, and I dropped to my knees. Someone fucking shot me!

Hate, anger, pain… All of the negative emotions I was feeling, they raged through me like a hurricane. It seeped out of me faster than the blood from the gunshot wound. I could almost feel the fire in my eyes as I brought my hands up and let a column of fire shoot into the sky in anger.

“No, stop!” I heard Natasha yell as I stood up.

I let out a scream – one filled with so many different emotions – and felt all of my energy explode out of me, like a bomb. Everyone wearing a uniform within my sight distance got shocked unconscious. Civilians were screaming, filming on their cellphones, running, and panicking. I turned to the building, encasing the entire lower half of the Avengers building in a thick layer of ice.

I looked over around at all of the chaos and smiled, using my newfound elemental abilities to create a gust of air around me, lifting me up and through the city.

Leaving the Avengers behind me on my own terms.

-1 month later-

Sitting on the roof of an old apartment building, I pulled out a smoke, conjuring a small flame from my finger and lighting it. Blowing my smoke up towards the moon, I made the brisk, night air around me a little more bearable.

After testing out my skills in an abandoned apartment for a month, I discovered that I had all of the elements under my control. Earth, water, fire, and air. Like that cool anime I used to watch as a kid. Although, I didn’t need to do some dojo looking shit to get what I needed done. I didn’t really know anything about the electricity. I figured it had to do with lightning, or something…

“Miss Y/L/N.” A man’s voice came from next to me, breaking me from my thoughts. “I hoped I would find you here. You look lovely, as usual.”

I slowly turned my head, eyebrow raised in question, to the man sitting next to me on the edge of the rooftop. I only knew one person who fit the description of the raven haired man sitting next to me in some weird, green, armor getup.

“Loki.” I smiled, taking another drag of my cigarette, “What brings you back?”

“Unfinished business.” He smirked, light eyes gleaming in the moonlight. “Care to join me?”

“Do tell,” I stubbed out my smoke, turning to straddle the ledge of the roof and face him, “What is this ‘unfinished business you speak of?”

“Revenge to the people who have wronged us on this planet.” His smile wolfish as he stared at the sky, “Revenge to the Avengers.”

Finally, someone was speaking my lingo. Someone who hated the group as much as I did.

“I won’t kill them,” I chuckled, laying back against the ledge, legs still straddling both sides, “How do you propose we get our revenge?”

“I have a plan.” He replied, holding his hand out for me to take, “Will you join me?”

I didn’t even hesitate before lifting myself up and grasping his hand.

“I’m in.”

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UPDATE!! Series after Holding on For Dear Life!!

So, for those who like HoFDL, I am planning a series for Y/n's revenge against the Avengers! I wanted you to know that I am working on it - but I'm mostly focusing on Accidents Happen, right now!

I DID name it, though!

Sweet Things!

It will be based off the song Sweet Things by The Pretty Reckless! I highly suggest you listen to it!

I think it sums up Y/n feelings and her relationship with Loki pretty well! (The male lyrics being Loki)