Avengers imagines pt. 2

Fly baby fly ⭐️ Carol

Song: Seeb ft. Bastille - grip

Imagine; you were a pilot and you have nightmares from your last flight. Carol takes care of it.
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'Justina!' You yell as the plane is about to crash.

The enemy shot at the window and hit Justine. Justine has let go of the wheel and the plane tilted downwards to the ground.

'Justina come on!' You yelled and she opens her eyes.

'This is your fault y/n...'

'What?' You ask busy trying to pull the handle towards you to make the plane go straight again.

'The crash you're about to cause is your fault...I got shot because of you...I am dead because of you..' blood starts pouring out of her mouth and you look away trying to fly the damn plane. But it's too late.

You're already going to the ground and just as you're about to hit it, it gets black.

You startle awake, you're hyperventilating, you can't breathe and Carol hears you. So she gets to you as fast as she can and busts down the door to reach you.

She takes your hands in hers and makes you look at her. She calms you in more ways she can possibly imagine.

'What was it about?, was it about Justina again?' She asks and you nod.

'Do you think I should skip out on the next mission?, I mean...we're going to fly in the jet again and we all know how that went last time...'

'I'll be there with you Okay?, look you don't even have to fly, Keep your eyes closed, concentrate on your breathing, bring an ipod...' she suggests and you let out a laugh.

'So what did Justina say this time?' She asks changing the subject again.

'She got shot because of me, the crash was my fault, the usual...'

'You should think about going to a therapist..'

'Uhh.......let me think about tha- NO...' you get out of bed and you start pacing through the room.

Your hands are still shaking, your chest still hurts from the heavy breathing.

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You're on the jet now, Carol kept her prom she and is sitting next to you as the hatch closes.

Steve and Nat are the pilots today which gives you a little more rest. But as soon as the engine starts and you fly up, you're digging your nails into the armrests.

You close your eyes and try to concentrate on your breathing, but it doesn't seem to help at all. Carol can see that.

So she slides her hand over yours and laces her fingers over yours. You squeeze your eyes as the jet shakes a bit due to the bad weather.

'Just breathe...' she whispers and you let out the breath you were holding.

'That's it...just breathe...' she adds and you nod.

You open your eyes and look at her. You can't wrap your head around the fact that she'd rather sit here while she can go and fly ahead.

'Why are you in here with me?' You ask out of nowhere.

'Because you're not feeling comfortable and I want you to feel comfortable...because you refuse to let anyone else close to the real you...besides flying is exhausting sometimes...oh and I like you so there's that...'

'you what?' You ask.

'I like you y/l/n...you're telling me that you haven't picked up on it?, literally everyone else picked up on it...'

'I just...I...I guess not...' you smile.

'So how about a date?, when we get back?'

'I'd love that...' you smile.

Suddenly the jet starts tilting from one side to the other and everyone gets jammed to the back except for you and Carol.

Your survival instincts kick in and the promise you made that you would never fly again gets thrown out the window as you claw your way to the now empty seats.

'Carol I'm gonna need you!' You yell to the back and in no time Carol has taken a seat in the other chair.

'Alright, pull on three!'

Carol nods and gets ready as do you.

'Three!' You yell and you both pull on the levers, making the jet go up again.

Everyone who was sticking to the back of the ship is now groaning on the ground. Gravity hitting them again with full force.

'Y/n...look....you're flying again...' Carol smirks at you.

'Oh...oh my god...I'm flying again...' you chuckle amazed.

'I'm...I'm actually doing this!'

'You saved our asses y/n!' Steve yells from the back.

'So....pick you up at 8 tomorrow?' Carol smiles at you.

'Yeah sure, what do you have in mind?'

'Do I need to remind you that we have a mission here or are you just going to focus on your date now?' Tony asks.

'Well at least I still get to talk about going on dates...when was the last one you had?, 1844?'