[..Wow. Okay. So this isn't at all where I wanted this to go..?]

You admit, you're a little nutty. As you're free climbing the Avengers tower with toilet plungers, two in your hand and one strapped to both feet, you ponder over what you should have for lunch.

"(Y/n)!" A muffled voice shouts, drawing your attention away from the decision of a burger or sandwich. Steve's face appears on the other side of the glass, clearly distressed as he looks down. "What are you doing!"

You grin, knowing Captain Americas instincts always tend to be right, so you shout back, "What should I have for lunch! A burger or sandwich!"

His eyebrows furrow. "What?"

"Burger or sandwich!"

"What?"

You huff, deciding that he's not going to be much help and continue your climb. When you reach the top, Clint's there reading. Since he didn't hear you, you quietly tiptoe over to him, grabbing the chair and flipping it over.

The book goes flying, he shrieks, gets a mouth full of gravel in the process, the book landing right on his head. He groans. "(Y/n)!"

You pick up the book, setting it down on the chair and heave him to his feet, dusting off his shoulders and flick the small pebble on his cheeks. You decide on pizza for lunch. Giving him a wave, you disappear into the building.

You run into Natasha next, who's strolling down the hall, not paying much attention as she taps on the tablet. So you stop right in front of her, expecting her to come to a immediately halt. She does, leaving the tablet right in the open.

Quickly, you dive for it and take off running with Natasha shouting at you to give it back.

"Heya, Tony," you breathe, breezing into his lab and set down the tablet. "Natasha wanted me to give this to you."

He snorts. "I'm assuming you took it, right?"

You bounce on to the seat next to him, peering over his shoulder as he assembles a hand for the Ironman suit.

"Definitely not,"

He paused, raises an eyebrow, and you get to your feet. "Okay, maybe I did. But all she does is work! I bet she's up on the roof with Clint, enjoying the sunshine because I took away her ipad."

"Right. (Y/n), the defender of fun and all things unproductive."

"Yeah yeah, Mr. I-threw-parties-every-night-for-like-two-years-or-something." You're almost out the door when Tony calls out over his shoulder,

"And where are all the toilet plungers?"

You don't answer, instead taking off down the hall with a cackle. It's seconds later you run into a wall, but the wall reaches out and grabs your arm, and that's when you realize that, in fact, it's not a wall, but Bucky.

"Hey, B," You say, bopping his arm. "Want to join me for lunch? I'm having pizza."

He blinks down at you, then to the side and over his shoulder. "What?"

You raise an eyebrow. "Lunch? You know, the time of day when you eat food? You do eat food, right?"

He nods. "I do."

"Then you're free, is what I'm hearing. Let's go! I'm going to take you to the best pizza place in all of New York." You don't wait for his reply as you take his arm and pull him away. But then Natasha calls for every to meet at the quinjet, stressing the 911 call from an agent undercover in HYDRA.
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It's on the mission when it happens. The fatal mistake.You had cracked a joke, Clint laughed, his aim was off and he missed the agent who had his weapon trained on Natasha.

And since you still hadn't apologized for taking her tablet, you push off the ground and shove her down. You end up taking a bullet to the stomach, not really excepting it to go right through your liver. But it does and you know you're done for.

"Sorry for taking y-your tablet, Nat!" You shout to her, the agent going down as Clint shoots him with an arrow.

Clint and Natasha are at your side in seconds, rushing around your body as blood gushes from the wound. Clint presses gauze to your stomach, Natasha pinches your cheek.

"H-Hey!"

"Don't worry about it, (Y/n)," Natasha says, pushing back your hair. "We're even now, okay?"

You grin, tasting blood, vaguely aware that the bleeding isn't stopping and your uniform is rapidly soaking with red.

"T-Tell Bucky.. a ra-rain check on the p-pizza, o-okay?" You grip Clint's wrist, prying his hands away from the hole in your abdomen. "A-And Tony, t-that he needs t-to but more toilet p-plungers.."

"Clint!" Steve slides to a halt, color draining from his face when he sees you. "She's-"

"We need to get her to the jet," Natasha takes over, keeping on hand on the gauze to feel your pulse.

"H-Hey, for my fu-funeral, it'd be t-totally cool if you'd all w-wear dresses," You choke out, smiling sleepily. "Bright colors. N-no black or white. O-Okay?"

They all nod.

"Promise?" You whisper, eyes fluttering shut.

"I promise," They all say, waiting for your next breath to come. But it doesn't.
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Steve looks out of the window, quickly tearing his gaze away, almost thinking that she'll be climbing the tower again, grinning widely, shouting about food, but she's not there and the pencil in his hand snaps.

Clint can't focus on his book, afraid that he won't hear the quiet footsteps and then he'll be thrown out of his chair. But (Y/n) doesn't come and he chucks the book off the building.

Natasha can still see the fingerprints (Y/n) had left when she grabbed the tablet. But she can't bring herself to clean them off, wishing that (Y/n) would appear, rip the iPad from her hands. But she doesn't and Natasha slams the tablet onto the floor.

Tony's not working on the hand anymore. It reminds him too much of (Y/n), and he can't even look as it without being reminded of the days when she would enter the lab, poking around. He ends up destroying the hand and making a new one.

Bucky's sworn off of pizza, because (Y/n) said she'd take him, and now that she's not here anymore, it doesn't feel right. Not eating pizza quickly turns into not eating at all. He wishes he could've saved her.