Avengers X Sick!Dying!Reader. Roam the Earth.

Chapter 1: Goodbye to this life


"I'm dying," you said so simply. The person in front of you held no tears, no pity, no sadness. They only stared back at you with hollowed eyes. Then they scrunched their face up in anger. "ugh!" You growled at your mirror. 
you stepped away and stared at the results of the tests and scan. Different doctors and the same result. Some said a year and some said a month but whatever the result was, you were gonna die. 
Putting the papers away into your draw, you plopped down onto your vanity chair and looked at yourself. There wasn't much difference. You were still healthy looking but there was something just there. Perhaps it was the tirdness of your eyes or the slouch of you back or maybe the fact that you could my longer feel any reason to live. 
A snarp knock on your door inturupted your thoughts. Before you could say a thing, a certain millionaire came barging in with his red and gold suit on. 
"You gonna stare at yourself all day, cupcake or are we gonna kick some HYDRA ass?" Stark asked. 
"Not going, ironass," you said. "It's my day off. And Cupcake?" 
"Aw. C'mon, cupcake. You were excited to go last week. What happened?" 
"Tired." Lie. "Just not in the mood." Lie. "Go on. I'll be fine." Lie. 
"Okay," he said. "I'll grab you something," he said without closing the door. 
Once he was gone, you layed back onto your bed. 
What were you gonna do? 
The only person who knew of your illness was Fury and he told you to take an early retirement. He was saddened to se you go, somewhere in his heart he felt twinge of guilt. First Coulson (he's alive but still,) the agents he lost to HYDRA and now you. One of his few good eyes.
Now you weren't going on any missions. 
Now what to do? 
You aren't gonna sit here and let the disease take you, are you? No. This wasn't the end yet. 
Getting off of your but, you grabbed a pen and paper and scribbled places that you loved. Five and only five. 
This was your travel listed say and since you have the time, best to use what little of it there is.  
You ripped them into prices and scattered them onto the bed. Closing your eyes, you chose one. You slowly opened your eyes and looked down at the paper. 
A small and sad smile came onto your face. 
"JARVIS, I'm taking a little vacation," you said "and I may or may not be coming back." 
"Shall I inform the others, Miss _____?"
"No. I don't want to cause them any pain. I want this to be a clean break." 
"What about Mr-?"
"No," you said. "Not him. Unless anyone's inquires, you can tell them. Until then, I want this to stay a secret."
"Verh well, Miss ____," the AI said after a while. "My condolences. I wish you well." 
"Thank you, JARVIS." 
You packed your bag which consisted of essential. Medicine (it was of little help but it gave you some time,) toothbrush, clothes, passport and some important documents.  
The crinkled and pen stained paper was in your hand. You read over it for a bit before putting it in the draw with your resignation letter and test results. With one last look at your bedroom, you stepped away and hoped that your friends would understand. And you also hoped that he would understand. 

Before you left to the airport, you pinned a piece of paper onto his door. You hoped that he would understand it. 

On it you wrote:

"I was born on a rainy day, no sunlight 
Put away never to see
I will always fight
and though I fall, I'm free
The Saint of sick children in my home
The earth is my dominion to roam.  

Hastily you scrbbled:

Goodbye.