#skimmed through the video and turns out he thinks sonic is 'man sized'? how tall did he think he was?

[i-guess-i-like-sonic-now]

its just a giant sawblade but like blue..?

[happyimagines]

Avengers: Shrunken!Reader/Avengers (platonic)

Request: Can you do an avengers fic where the reader's powers let her get either really big or really small and after a battle one day she shrinks down to her normal height but for some reason she ends up shrunking down to barbie sized? And she gets stuck like that for the day so Thor and/or Steve stay with her until she returns to normal? Maybe they try to play cards btu the reader has a hard time and they get her things she needs and it's just funny/cute? Thanks!! Love you!

(I hope you enjoy!) ~Ghoul

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It’s almost laughable how unprepared some of the “villains” who’ve been “terrorizing” the city are, especially when the team rolls in. It’s like the second we show up, they lose whatever game plan they thought they had going for them. I can’t say I blame them, really. When you’re up against a god, a super-soldier, Iron Man, a Hulk, two world-class assassins, and someone who can grow to the size of a skyscraper (or shrink down super small, whatever the situation calls for) (that’d be your’s truly, the new kid on the team), I imagine it’s a pretty solid hit to the ol’ confidence. Needless to say, it was a pretty routine mission: we show up, we kick butt, we go home. This particular fight called for me to grow to a couple stories tall, nothing too extreme.

So as the bad guys were being carted away, the others got to work on getting Bruce back, while I went about getting myself back to my normal height, which never took very long. In seconds I was (Y/H) again, but I kept going, and I was getting smaller. And smaller. And smaller.

When an exhausted and disheveled Bruce was standing amongst the others, Steve turned to where I’d been standing.

“Uh, (Y/N)?” He said, glancing around.

“Down here!” I called out as loud as my now-tiny vocal chords could (Thank goodness my voice didn’t get all squeaky like they do in cartoons when someone gets shrunk.)

“What’re you doing?”

“Oh, you know, just hanging out.” I answered sarcastically. “I don’t know what happened, I went to shrink back to normal and I couldn’t stop.” Steve knelt down in front of me and put his hands on the ground, palms facing up. I took the cue and stepped onto his hands. He lifted me up and held me at eye-level.

“Has this ever happened before? Can you fix it?” he asked. I shook my head.

“It’s never happened, I don’t know what to do.”

“Steve?” Clint called. “What’re you doing? Where’s (Y/N)?” Steve turned around and carefully held his hands out. I waved.

“Hey guys.”

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I flopped down on the throw pillow that Steve had put on the coffee table for me, so I “wouldn’t get lost and/or crushed in the couch.”

“So,” the blond ran a hand through his hair. “While Tony and Bruce try to figure out how to change you back, what do you wanna do?”

I shrugged. “I don’t think there’s much I can do.”

“We could try playing cards? Maybe they won’t be too big?” Steve suggested.

“That sounds like an excellent idea!”

I winced. Thor’s voice was loud enough when I was my normal size, but it was like a sonic blast when I was only like six inches tall.

“Lady Romanoff has taught me the Midgardian card game Poker, if you wish to play.” He said as he entered the room.

I looked up at Steve. “I’ll give it a shot.”

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The cards were dealt out and we were each given our chips (totally not from Tony’s special fancy-schmancy set he keeps under the bar, shhh). It was a bit of a struggle, but I managed to get a glance at my cards without any help, which was a good start. Now I just had to put in my chips. My chips that were bigger than my head. It threw my balance off for a second, but I got it into the middle of the table. I decided that I really only needed to put one chip in, my hand wasn’t that good anyway...

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After the first hand, we decided that you can’t really play cards without snacks. Steve returned to the table with a bowl of popcorn and two Gatorades. He handed one to Thor and poured some into the lid from his bottle and set it down on the table for me. He smiled sheepishly. “I thought about using a shot glass, but I think it might still be a little too big.”

I laughed. “That’s alright, I think this will work just fine.” I sat down on the table and carefully lifted the lid up to my mouth, thanking Odin that Steve hadn’t filled it to the brim, otherwise I might be drowning in Cool Blue Gatorade. I eyed the popcorn bowl sitting across the table between Steve and Thor, biting my lip while trying to figure out how to go about getting some of it. Thor noticed my issue and smiled, digging a handful of popcorn out of the bowl and dumping it onto the tabletop beside me.

“Thanks.” I picked up a piece and took a bite out of it, barely making a dent.

“You guys ready for round two?” Steve asked, shuffling the deck of cards. He dealt the cards and our game continued for a few more hands until Thor had custody of all of the poker chips. Steve and I came to the mutual agreement that it was time to call it quits on the game.

Thor excused himself, and that left me and Steve

“JARVIS?” I called out. My voice wasn’t very loud, but thankfully JARVIS had sharp hearing.

“Yes, (Y/N)?”

“Can I get a progress report from Tony and Bruce?”

“Of course.” A blank monitor materialized next to the table and a moment later a video feed of Tony’s workshop appeared on the screen. Tony and Bruce were stood looking into their end of the video chat.

“Hey guys,” Bruce greeted.

“Hey, how’s it going down there? Any progress?” I asked anxiously. Being this tiny wasn’t a fun time, and I was more than ready to get back to normal.

“Actually, I think we might’ve figured something out. You wanna meet us down here?”

“Of course! I’ll be right down.” The video feed cut off and the monitor disappeared. I walked to the edge of the table and looked down at the floor. Now to just get there. Steve held his hand out and offered me a ride. We made our way into the elevator and went directly down to the lab. Tony and Bruce were standing together, looking at a tablet, talking some kind of science-speak that went over my head. Steve cleared his throat and the scientists looked up.

“Okay,” Tony said. “I think we figured out how to fix this.”

Steve raised an eyebrow. “You think? Meaning whatever you have in mind might not fix (Y/N)?” He put his hand on the desk in front of him and let me climb down.

Bruce brought up a hologram screen. “All of the simulations we’ve ran show that there isn’t really a chance for anything harmful to happen. Basically, either it works and (Y/N) goes back to normal, or nothing happens and we’re back at square one.”

I hummed in thought and sat down on the edge of a book on the desk. “So you’re saying there’s a zero percent chance that something bad will happen?”

Tony and Bruce glanced at each other.

“Well, more like a point-seven-three percent chance, which is why we didn’t tell you we had anything ready,” Tony explained. “Ideally we’d like to get it down to zero.”

Steve nodded. “Zero sounds like a good plan. How long do you think that’ll take?”

Bruce frowned, skimming through some papers in his hands. “See, we can’t be sure. There’s a lot of variables, an-”

“Point-seven-three doesn’t sound too bad,” I piped up. All three men turned to look at me, and I put my hands up innocently. “I’m just saying, there’s probably a higher chance of something going wrong when I change sizes on my own. I think we should try.”

“Are you sure, (Y/N)?” Bruce asked.

I nodded and pulled at the sleeve of the supersuit I was still wearing. SHIELD had somehow figured out a way to get the material to be able to change size with me, and now that I was stuck being small, it was all I had to wear. “I’d like to get back into my normal clothes as soon as possible, so if you’ve got something that could work, I’m ready. SHIELD didn’t exactly make this the most comfortable thing to wear.”

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It took about another hour for Tony and Bruce to have a device ready to try out. Tony MacGyvered something together and soon enough I was standing in the middle of the lab with the device aimed straight at me.

“Alright, ready to go?” Tony asked from behind the device.

I gave a thumbs up and closed my eyes, trying to brace myself for whatever was about to happen.

Even from behind my eyelids I could see a bright flash of light, and a cool rushing sensation flowed through my body. I hesitantly opened my eyes. I felt fine, maybe a little lightheaded, and everything around me seemed to still be intact. My eyes focussed and I found myself being at about eye level with Bruce as he hurried over, as I should be.

“(Y/N)? How do you feel?” Bruce asked, giving me a quick look-over to check for any apparent damage.

“Fine, taller?” I joked.

Tony gasped, holding a hand to his chest. “(Y/N), your hands!”

My breath caught in my throat and I held my hands up in front of me, fearing for the worst- only to find them exactly as they were meant to be. I shot Tony a glare.

Tony snickered. “Sorry, tension. Needed to be diffused. Glad to see you’re back, kid.”