WARNING, this will contain TRIGGERS
•cancer
•death
•graphic scenes
•extreme sads/feels
And it's gonna be really long.

Preference 27

Steve: You aren't even a field agent. How could this have happened? Why you? Of all people why you?
It was just a normal day, albeit a quiet one at the Stark tower.
"(Y/n) I'm going out to lunch with Pepper, I'll be back in a few hours," Tony called from his office.
"Ooh! Where are to taking her?" You shouted back.
He walked through the door, wearing a nice suit instead of the track pants and t shirt he had been wearing earlier.
"That nice place Bruce took us for his birthday last year, what was it called?"
"Alessandra's"
You straightened his tie,
"Well give her a hug for me, have a nice time, and please don't forget to get me those signed papers when you get back,"
"Yes ma'am," he joked as he made his way to the elevator.
The day continued as usual, but around 1:30 you started feeling uneasy. It was really quiet in the building today. Too quiet.
Suddenly the floor beneath you began to vibrate, and then a the sound of an explosion caught you off guard. You were stuck in a world of confusion and fire, as the building exploded from the inside, sending it falling to the ground.
The sound could be heard 20 blocks from the tower in any direction.
A phone call came in for Tony,
"M-mr. Stark. The tower, it-it's just gone,"
Tony and Pepper got up and ran the 3 blocks back to the tower. Panic set in for Tony, he pulled out his phone as the air began to grow thick with the smoke from the smoldering remains of the building.
"JARVIS, get me one of the suits,"
"I'll do my best sir,"
All the suits were trapped in the building, buried in the rubble.
Pepper placed a hand on Tony's shoulder, he turned to see her with a cloth pressed over her nose and mouth.
"Call Steve," she said.
The ambulances and fire trucks began arriving. Tony nodded and walked a away from the building
"Hey Tony," Steve answered his phone casually.
"Hey man, where are you?"
"I drove down to Jersey this morning, dropping off a vintage painting with (y/n)'s sister. Why what's going on?"
"The tower. I don't know how, but it's just gone... Gone,"
"What do you mean gone? Like disappeared? How the actual hell do you misplace a building?"
"No I mean it blew up. It's leveled. You need to come back to New York. Now."
The sound of Steve's car pulling over was audible through the phone. "It blew up?"
"Y-yeah. Just get here."
"Was (y/n) in there?"
"I don't know,"
The call ended.
By the end of the day, all the survivors were found and all the victims in body bags. 34 wounded. 16 dead. You were not among the survivors.
Steve actually threw up when they identified your body.
Badly burned from the waist down, very dirty from the debris and blood caked.
Steve was angry beyond belief, but not at Tony. It was discovered a suicide bomber had planned this months in advance. Set charges in the building, that were set off when he blew himself up in the main lobby.
The months that followed were hard for everyone. Steve dealt with his grief, Tony bore the guilt, his business suffered. And the nation wept for all the people who died.

Tony: You and Tony had gone out for the day, knowing full well the press would be taking pictures for the tabloids. You wore a nice dress, a big pretty hat, sun glasses Tony had gotten for you as a gift for your last birthday, and a big smile!
The day was going great, but you didn't realize you someone tailing you.
The minute Tony left you, just for a minute to go get you a fresh drink from the bar, the tail jumped at the opportunity to pull you up out of your seat and press a knife to your base of your chin.
"Mister Stark!" The tail yelled into the quiet bar. Tony turned around, and felt the panic set in.
"Wow, hold up there tough guy. What's going on?"
Just like Tony, smooth talk his way out of something. You tried very hard to remain calm, but could not help the tears streaming from your eyes.
"Honey, did you upset the man?" Tony joked, trying to ease you. You shook your head the tiniest amount.
"Hail Hydra," the man smirked, before jerking the knife up into your throat and pulling hard to the right. Tossing you aside like a rag doll.
Tony felt a stab of pain in his chest, yet no one had struck him. He had not felt this kind of pain since his dead friend, Jarvis had died many years ago.

Bruce: This was not the way things were supposed to go. He accounted for a long happy life together. When your daughter turned 5 you planned to move away from New York, start her on a good academic path. Watch her grow up, send her off to college, retire early and live happily ever after. Stomach cancer was not part of the plan.
Your daughter was only 3, and she watched her mother go from being a happy vibrant and involved mommy to being a very weak, sick and sad mommy.
Bruce tried so hard to be strong for your daughter. But terminal cancer can only be fought for so long.

Clint: Isn't it interesting. The people we trust to take good care of us. The ones who ultimately take care of everyone. Are our doctors and nurses. But, who takes care of them. We never really think of that. Not necessarily take it for granted, the services they provide. But it's just something that doesn't come up.
Even for nurses apparently. Bone cancer is a quick killer. You're gone before you can even freak out over it.
Right til the end, you were still cracking jokes with Clint. Making him smile, and laugh til his sides hurt.
Because that's what you do. Take care of people. Even while you are in the process of dying, you are making sure Clint can still be happy. Can still laugh. And still know you love him.

Thor: "Let my lady go!" He roared trying to break his restraints. The vibranium bonds would not budge. He was not worried for his own well being. They could tear him limb from limb, but you were his weakness. Watching them hold you by your neck, and ram you into a wall was more than we could take.
"Tell me where it is!" He roared. "Do you not love your woman!"
"Don-n't tell him an-anything, honey...... No-ot worth it," you choked out.
Thor felt helpless, he could not betray his team, but he also could not let you be hurt this way.
"Tell! Me! Where! It! Is!" Between each word the cruel man delivered a blow to your chest. Taking care to crush as many ribs as possible.
"No!" Thor shouted. "You must stop this. (Y/n) has done nothing to deserve this. Let her go!"
By this point you have passed out of consciousness.
"Please!" Thor begs "cut out my heart. Bash in my head. Please please please, spare my love."
The man picked up your limp body, pointed you head towards Thor.
Thor shook his head,
"No... No... No no no please"
The man screamed in anger, and cracked your neck to the side. 

Loki: In one of the many movies that you insist on making him watch because they are "cool" he heard a line. One that is very true and burns him to his core.
"Why is it that one of us who wants to live the most, who deserves to live the most dies, and the ones that deserve to die keep on living?"
Why of all people did it have to be you in a shooting. Of all the people in New York City, it had to be you.
Loki couldn't cope, couldn't stay in your house. So he went back to the only thing he was ever good at. Being the bad guy. Causing problems. Making mischief.

Bucky: Of course you would do this.... Bucky knew you too well, and somehow would have been disappointed if you hadn't. A trade, life for a life. The girl was innocent and young. And boy, he knew how much you hated to see children cry. Unfortunately your deal went to shit, they made the trade. Then shot the girl.
You screamed, shouted about the broken deal. All you got was the last sight before leaving the earth being a child's fresh corpse and final thoughts of failure.
Your body was delivered to Bucky, by hand in 9 different parts.
He had never before felt so many emotions at once, the feeling was almost too much to bear.

Natasha: "Bubbles I'm home," she called through the apartment.
There was no answer. That is not right. When Tasha gets home and she calls your name you come running for hugs and kisses.
She pretended like she didn't notice anything was wrong and set her stuff down, and made her way quietly to the bedroom.
The sight she was met with sent a shiver down her spine.
You are on your knees arms tied behind your back tears staining your perfect face. A gag in your mouth, and a gun to your head.
The man holding the gun and the back of your neck sat in a chair with a dead expression, staring Natasha down.
"Name your price and you'll have it," she said directing her words at the man.
He pulled the trigger, and your body fell limp to the carpet.
"No!" She screamed taking a step forward. The man trained the gun on her head, but she was too quick.
She pulled pulled the small hand gun out from her back holster and emptied the magazine and clipped in the second this time aiming for the chest. By the time the second magazine was empty he looked like a piece of meat lying on the bedroom floor.
Tears streamed down Natasha's face. The only woman, no the only person who ever loved her was gone.

Pietro: When Pietro wanted to slow down, he drive fast. Sometimes with you, and sometimes on his own. It was therapy for him. But that changed for him after the accident.
A warm Sunday afternoon, perfect for a drive. Sunglasses on, music up, hearts happy and guard down.
The car seemingly came out of nowhere. Broadsiding the one of Tony's very expensive muscle cars.
"I wish it had been me," he whispers to Wanda under the cover of night. It's only been a week. His wounds, physical and emotional are still fresh.
"It's already been you," she reminded him.
"But she didn't get to walk away like I did. And it's all my fault," he snapped
"She does not think it's your fault," she whispered "you know that,"
"I was going to ask her to marry me," he sobbed.
Tears slid down Wanda's cheeks.
"Why!" He moaned softly "why does the world want to hurt me so badly. Let me die," he sobbed.