#steve rogers preferences

[nickeverdeen]

The original 6 MCU characters reacting to you kissing them while being drunk

Tony Stark

Tony would initially be amused, his signature smirk appearing as soon as you kiss him

He’d make a playful and flitry comments

Despite his teasing, Tony would be concerned about your state and make sure you’re okay

He’d gently guide you away from any more drinks, saying, “Let’s get you some water, champ.”

Tony would definitely remember the incident and bring it up in a humorous way in the future, teasing you lightly about your drunken kiss

Steve Rogers

Steve’s immediate reaction would be one of surprise, his eyes widening in shock

He’d blush, clearly flustered by the unexpected kiss

Steve would gently but firmly pull away, asking if you’re okay and if you need any help getting home

He’d make sure you’re safe for the rest of the night, staying by your side to ensure nothing else happens

Steve might feel a bit awkward about it later but would handle it with his usual politeness, never bringing it up unless you did first

Bruce Banner

Bruce would be visibly shocked, his scientific mind trying to process the unexpected event

He’d feel nervous and awkward, not used to such spontaneous displays of affection

Bruce would gently ask if you’re alright, making sure you’re not feeling unwell

He’d try to reassure you in a calm, soothing manner, suggesting you sit down and drink some water

Bruce might avoid the topic in the future unless you bring it up, feeling too embarrassed to discuss it

Natasha Romanoff

Natasha would be surprised but would quickly recover, a small, amused smile playing on her lips

She’d remain calm and collected, gently but firmly pulling back and assessing your state

Natasha might tease you slightly, saying something like, “Enjoying the party, I see?”

She’d make sure you’re safe and not getting into any more trouble, keeping a close eye on you for the rest of the night

Natasha wouldn’t bring it up again, understanding that it was just a drunken moment and respecting your privacy

Clint Barton

Clint would be startled at first, his reflexes kicking in before he realizes what’s happening

Once he understands, he’d chuckle, finding the situation funny

He’d tease you lightly, saying something like, “Calm down, tiger, you could’ve just asked”

Clint would make sure you’re okay, perhaps even leading you to sit down and sober up a bit

He’d definitely remember the incident and might bring it up later in a joking manner, making sure you’re comfortable with it

Thor

Thor would be surprised but quickly break into a hearty laugh, finding the situation really funny

He’d respond with an affectionate, “Ah, a kiss from a friend! You honor me!”

Thor would ensure you’re alright, offering to get you something to eat or drink to help sober you up after a while

He’d stay close to you, ensuring your safety and wellbeing for the rest of the evening

Thor wouldn’t bring it up again unless you did, respecting your dignity and understanding it was a harmless, drunken moment

[blue-sadie]

Bubbling heat

The hot tub just makes it more exciting

The warm water relaxed your bodies as sat there enjoying a glass of wine the red liquid always being refiled by him as he saw it near the bottom he never look away from you, the way of the light hitting your bare body made him feel something.

He watched you very intently he watched the way your throat would move as you swallowed your wine, the way your cheeks would crease as you smiled and the way the water residue would make your breasts shine.

The water moved with the raising bubbles making you release a calming sigh tilting your head back taking this as a opportunity to taste your delicious skin he attached his lips to your neck slightly sucking and nibbling.

It wouldn't take long for his hand to find their way down to your core softly running his finger up and down before slowly slipping in and keeping a steady rhythm going in and out as your heavy breathes turned into moans.

His dick was throbbing as he watched you melt under his fingers his low chuckle echoing through your ears as he slowly sped up making you his little mess, dependent on him to make you cum he would smirk as you cam around his fingers before going for round two but this time with his dick.

Jake Lockley, Tony Stark, Steven Rogers, Bruce Banner, Loki, Stephan Strange, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Oliver Queen, Dick Grayson

[brainrotcharacters]

It's hilarious how the visceral adoration Wade felt for Captain America was equaled only by the visceral hatred he felt for Johnny Storm

[incorrect-multiverse]

Natasha, on the phone with Steve: Just snap his kneecaps and he’ll talk, I’m at a parent teacher conference.

Natasha: Anyways, you said Nadya is enjoying finger painting! That's great.

[hurtspideyparker]

I went to dm someone and noticed it sums up their blog and was like 'omg I wonder how I'M perceived?' and I checked:

YES THAT IS MY CORE PERSONALITY ACTUALLY. YES THAT IS 80% OF MY BRAIN! so glad for this information

[shelbgrey]

Can I place an order for Marvel? If yes: HERE YOU GO. Where the reader is Steve and Natasha's daughter, Tony and Bucky's goddaughter (you can already imagine that) and mainly, she was raised by all the avengers and hidden from the spotlight. Just something pretty fluffy for what her relationship with them would be like 🥺✋

Ohana means family

Paring: Romanogers!Daughter!reader X Avengers(Platonic)

A/n: thank you for the request. This is my first request for the MCU Fandom, hope you enjoy.

Being the daughter of Captain America and Black Widow is blessing a curse... I'll tell you why.

But first if your the daughter of them I could imagine you having Steve's kind heart and Natasha's temper. Your Godfather Tony always got a kick out of a tiny you getting all angry. And his laughter would only get heavier if you came and started punching his leg for laughing.

Tony would definitely be a second father. He's wanted to be different from his father so he will always show you the love and affection his father didn't show him.

You don't like hearing about Peggy. I think it's because she was almost your dad's love. Natasha never had a problem with hearing Steve talk about her but the woman always left you frustrated just by the sound of her name... You'd never tell your dad this though.

Anyway, being around all theses heros obviously inspired your choice of future work, this scares not only your parents but the whole team.

Sure your mother would teach you how to shoot or Tony will teach you how to build a robot but they all fear the day you'll actually have to use those skills.

Your other Godfather Bucky seems to be the only one with peace about this suprisenly. If you told him you want to be a superhero he'll grien and listen to your reasoning.

There's been times where he'll put toy boxing gloves on your hands and teach you how to punch. Natasha put a stop to it quickly though. One day he was setting on his knees so he was your hight and you kept punching his flesh hand. He wouldn't let you hit his metal hand in fear you'll hurt your self.

Sam would always tease that you have Bucky wrapped around your little finger.

Bucky and Tony always compete to see who can be the coolest Godfather. If one gets you a cool Lego set or dollhouse the other one will get the bigger version. You love Elvis Presley at the time Tony will take you right to Graceland. You want to go you a waterpark Bucky will have you there in a flash before Tony can have the chance.

A down side is you learned how to be independent with your Hero Family. It's not a bad thing and they don't do it intentionally but there's many times you spent at the compound with Pepper and Happy.

But your mom and dad always make it up to you. I wouldn't say your spoiled, but if you ask one of your godfathers nicely(with puppy eyes) you usually get it.

But another down side of being a part of this family is them being extremely over protective. There's been many times you couldn't do something or had to stay indoors for long periods of time because someone was plotting your father's death.

If you do go somewhere one of them is with you. If you want to go to a zoo trip for school one of them is with you. You want to check the mailbox Sam is flying around watching you. And don't even think about going to friends house for a slumber party. Steve and Nat aren't trying to be strick or anything they just always have this sicking feeling something will happen.

On a more positive note... You always have the best time with them. To be honest you never worried about having friends because you had them. You of course have friends your age but you consider the Avengers your Best Friends. Speaking of which Cassie Lang is probably your Best Friend.

Which means the first sleepover you ever had was with Cassie. Since you technically would be with an Avenger it was okay. Tony thought it was dumb to leave you alone with "Thumbelina" but Steve trusts Scott and Nat trusts Hope.

Speaking of which play time is always token to the extreme. You want a nerf gun war, the whole team is involved. You want to build a Lego thing, tony will buy the biggest one. Blanket fort? You don't have to ask Clint and Scott twise.

I think you'll always try and lift Thor's hammer. You've tried but couldn't so one time Thor lifted it with you so you could have the experience.

You love it when Bruce reads to you. If you come up to him with a book he'll drop everything and read to you. It's the only thing that will make him leave the lab immediately. It's calming to him and he always uses different funny voices to make you laugh.

I won't tell anyone but once you got older you had a small crush on Peitro, which didn't set well with most of the men in the compound when Cassie acdently let the cat out of the bag. You've never saw the ironman suit appear so quickly..

I think once you got older the over protectiveness got old. You found it annoying a frustrating at times but in the end you're greatful that you have a group of people that care about you so much.

Be patient with them. They love you and trust you, they just don't trust other people.

Since you can't be on the flighting field you went to medical school and with everyones help(especially from Bruce and Tony) you were able to graduate with a trauma certification and now you work with Dr. Cho in the med bay.

You always hate seeing them beat up from missions but you also love helping Them and other people.

I don't think you and Peter would get along. I don't know why, I just do. I think at one point they tried to get you to go on a date with him but it never happened.

For a little bit I think you had a jealously thing going on and didn't like how close Peter was getting to Tony. Your Godfather noticed this and told you that you'll always be his number one.

Speaking of Starks, your literally the best big sister to Morgan. You two are basically two peas in a pod. And don't even think about messing with her because you will through hands to anyone who's rude to her.

Your basically to her what Tony was to you.

When you get older you do become an Avenger and the elders got over it. You proved you can survive and they couldn't be more proud of you.

This is your family and you couldn't be more thank full. There may have been bumbs mountains along the the way but they'll always be family. And that's forever.

[negasonic9403]

So I'm not typically a Stony shipper because Stucky supremacy, but I see Stony as more of a fling. It's the first time Steve actually allows himself to express his feelings openly for a man, but it would never work out between them

Steve would want something serious and Tony just wants to be casual at the place he is in life then. They'd been arguing for awhile before Bucky comes back, but once Bucky is back Steve decides it's time to end things with Tony because he can't deny the feelings he still has for his best friend and because he knows him and Tony won't work out long term if neither of them change and he doesn't want to make Tony feel forced to choose between his life and Steve

Imagine if that had happened though but Steve actually sits down with Tony and tells him why he thinks they need to break it off and he explains *everything*

Everything from thinking that Bucky had died only days before he went in the ice and that they could reunite in death to not wanting to force Tony to change anything about himself for Steve to happier and that's the first time Tony sees Steve truly vulnerable and it's when they're breaking up

But Tony sees something else too, something he hadn't seen before. Steve is scared that Tony is going to judge him and be angry with him but Tony knew deep down that they would never work out unless Tony settled down or Steve loosened up, neither of which seemed likely in their current life positions. The other thing that Tony sees is Steve's mental illness that he had worked so hard to hide from everyone, even from Tony and Sam. Steve had wanted to be with Bucky so badly that he was willing to unalive himself to see his "best friend" again

Tony loved Steve, but not the kind of love that either of them needed or wanted, and he can't be angry with Steve for realizing that and having an actual adult conversation about it

[moltengoldveins]

me, very impassioned: it’s important that friendships in media are allowed to be friendships!! That platonic devotion is portrayed and respected in media!!! It’s important that men specifically are portrayed as leaning on one another emotionally, because they are discouraged from doing that irl and it puts immense strain on their romantic relationships!!!!!

also me: That right there 👉👉 *points at “I’m with you till the end of the line”/“kinda hard to find someone with shared life experience” Steven G Rogers and “but I knew him”/“I’m following that skinny kid from Brooklyn” James Buchanan Barnes* that is the fruitiest pair of ‘straight’’ Men I’ve ever seen, if you see my meaning. Neither of those men are rolling cube dice, if you catch my drift. They’re wearing very sensible shoes, the both of them, if you will.

[scarlet--wiccan]

Is it in-character for Pietro to be such a fan of Steve? Bc the recent Avengers issue (#16) made him literally worship him??

I feel like "literally worship" is kind of an exaggeration, so for the sake of clarity, let's take that down a notch.

This run of Avengers-- and to be clear, we're talking the Blood Hunt tie-in arc-- is very invested in propping up the legacy and impact of Captain America as a hero, and the Avengers as a team, in a way that I don't personally find interesting. Pietro is, typically, written as a someone who will challenge authority, so it does feel kinda weird that he's the guy backing Steve up in this story. He's still generating friction, and I actually quite like the abrasive confidence MacKay gives him -- there's a way to maintain Pietro's core personality without making him an outright jackass, and for whatever else you can say, I think that MacKay, Duggan, and Orlando have been hitting that nail on the head.

But I do agree that Pietro's faith in, and overall friendliness towards Steve feels out of place. MacKay's take on their relationship is that Steve has known Pietro longer than most people, and that familiarity lends itself to mutual trust and esteem in the field. I think this is conveyed really well in their dialogue with each other, but Pietro, in other scenes, is a bit too admiring, but also a bit too colloquial, which is part of why his voice feels off to me. I also feel like he gets a little too upbeat and smirky, which undermines the fact that he's meant to be laser-focused on rescuing Wanda.

I think the old-teammates dynamic works well for Pietro and Steve, but it's a fine line to walk for a character like Pietro who still, in my mind, has every reason to resent and mistrust most of the big superhero teams and leaders. Regardless, I don't hate what's happening here, and I think Pietro has a lot of great moments in spite of it.

[rose-lunaire]

mcu characters as (unexpected!) romance book tropes

characters: steve rogers, bucky barnes, tony stark, loki laufeyson

warnings: innuendo? if you squint, otherwise it’s just fluff

steve rogers - best friend’s sibling

let’s be honest with ourselves, this guy wouldn’t get close to anyone, especially a girl, without the support of his bestie

you knew him way before the injection, got to know the vulnerable boy with a big heart, the one who stuck up for the weak even though he was the one who needed someone to stuck up for him

during parties bucky would leave you alone together while he went on his conquests

two wallflowers lost in conversation, who wouldn’t notice the room emptying

you couldn’t help but respect his efforts and support his dreams of becoming a soldier

after all, it’s the good motives that save people, it’s the moral compass that lead the armies to the battle grounds

the world could use for his purity during the darkest hours of humanity

you meet again after the war, with a hole in your heart and desperate for a friendly soul

steve comes back home more mature and… well, bigger

friendly connection turns into physical attraction, longing and nostalgia brings you closer than ever

bucky barnes - christmas romance

bucky comes back to his hometown, bitter and hopeless, he’s more than sceptical about this whole “christmas magic”

until his s/o comes around to show him the other side of humanity

you spend a week together, exploring malls, drinking mulled wine and throwing snowballs at each other (who knew a battle could be so innocent and.. fun?)

but it’s not until the s/o shows their insecurities that he’s in love

how could someone believe in the good in people, the good in him!, but be unable to see their own worth?

he’s kind of relieved that you aren’t perfect, that there’s something he can help you with

otherwise how could he dare dream of being in a relationship with an angel?

he’d spend the rest of his days trying to lift you up into paradise

he could show you the way into the devil’s den, if you’d like

tony stark - love triangle

this guy is so focused on work and himself, there’s barely time for anything else

he considered you a friend, a skilled coworker, but never a love interest

that is until he saw you falling for another person

the jealousy and competitiveness kicks in!

bonus points for “i bet you couldn’t make them fall for you”

at first it was all about his pride, the thrill of the challenge, but soon enough tony realises it’s love and there’s no way out

he would move mountains for you, never looking back at other people’s opinions, throwing away work without a second though

after all, what all those riches and treaties for if his heart isn’t satisfied?

he doesn’t care about anything or anyone but you

loki laufeyson - riches to rags (to riches??)

i know, i know what you’re thinking: how is it possible for loki to be poor?

it’s not, he’s a cat, always lands on four feet and manages to find a way out of the hardest situation

this story is about finding yourself in a new reality, navigating dangerous relationships and seeing light in the darkest places

his s/o is the only one who sees though his tricks and unbothered façade, they’re the one who noticed his strange habits, slight frown while eating humble dinners and a glint of sadness in his deep gaze

you find out that the walls he built around his heart are the only lasting fundaments of his broken soul

still, everywhere loki goes he brings freshness to the hopeless stagnation, paints blurry nights with colourful tales of asgardian lifestyle

sooner or later he finds a way to come back home, this time with a new-found appreciation and brighter outlook on life

also with a soulmate in his bedchamber

a/n: finally, my marvel debut! i’m slowly clearing out my inbox, send me asks! what would you like to read next? <3

[blue-sadie]

Flashing Light

Them comforting you during a storm

The bang and clap of thunder is what stirred him from his sleep but it didn't fully wake him what did was the small whimper that left you when a lightning hit close by causing the hall light to flicker.

He would wrap his arms around you pulling into your chest, he'd pull the blankets tightly around you as you held onto him with fear, his chest vibrating as he softly hummed your favorite song.

Your body would shake with each flicker and clap of lightning and he would tighten his hold on you and bringing you further into him if possible, his eyes staring into the darkness as he leaned his chin onto your head.

He wouldn't try to move to much he knows that he should just stay still and be there to comfort you, if the lightning got closer and louder he slowly move his hands to press them over your ears as he pressed his forehead to yours.

When the storm finally passed and your shaking figure finally calmed down he would stay awake for a few more hours coming up with a way he could sound proof the place or have something you could wear so it wouldn't bother you further.

Marc Spector, Jake Lockley, Peter Parker, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Barry Allen

[agent-whiskeys-sweetheart]

Marvel Preferences - With A Gamer GF

Bucky - Bucky is a bit of a classic gamer. He can handle an arcade game like no one you’ve ever seen. When you introduce him to the world of at home gaming he is very intrigued. The first few times you show him he simply sits back and watches happily. He enjoys seeing you in your element. Later he asks if he can try. You gladly give up the controller, watching him pick up the game like a fish to water. He’s so good at it. However, he still prefers the classics. So after that he’d rather just sit and watch and go to the arcade from time to time. 

Loki - At first Loki finds your games quite silly. When he sees you playing and you explain to him what you’re doing he would turn his nose up a bit. “Games are for children.” He comments absentmindedly before leaving the room. However he couldn’t help but watch one night and what he saw really impressed him. You moved through the levels with such ease and comfortability that he couldn’t help but stay to watch. After that night, he was hooked. He never wants to play with you but he’s become quite fond of watching. He even praises you often when you beat a level or achieve a task. 

Tony - Tony is a bit of a gamer himself. Not nearly as in depth as you but he knows his way around a controller. He used to love first person shooters. He was actually quite good at them too. However, after what happened in New York he’s been a bit skittish around the more violent games. It feels too immersive sometimes. That’s when you introduce him to some cozier games. He finds that he enjoys gaming much more when there’s not so much pressure. He really likes Minecraft. He could sit there and build with you for hours. The two of you now have a standing Minecraft date every Friday night. 

Steve - Steve is super confused by your games at first. When he sees the high definition graphics and the complex set of tasks he’s kind of blown away, commenting how impressive it is that you can keep track of everything. Wanting to immerse him in your favorite pastime you try to warm him up to playing with you. The first time he actually gets a bit frustrated when he can’t figure it out. However, pretty soon he picks it up and plays with you from time to time. Now you switch off between watching and playing, finding it a delightful way to spend time together. Although he doesn’t admit it, he’d much rather just watch you play rather than picking up a controller for himself. 

Frank - Frank is actually a big gamer himself. He loves to relax on the couch at the end of a tough week and mindlessly play a violent video game. It wasn’t until he met you that he discovered other types of games. He’s warmed up to other genres although his favorite is still the classic first person shooters. The two of you always find time to curl up together and play a game. He’s very lovey when you’re playing together. He’ll usually have you situated between his legs, wrapping his arms around your waist as he maneuvers the controller. It’s his favorite when you play shooter games with him. There’s something about seeing you so expertly handle a gun in game that just does something to him. He loves gaming even more after meeting you. Something about that time together is very special to him. 

Stephen - Stephen does not game. He finds the whole notion kind of below him. He would never deny you something that made you happy though. So he does try. There have been a handful of occasions where he’s sat and watched you play although in all instances he ended up falling asleep on the couch. There have also been a handful of times when you’ve both played together. He indulges you just because he loves you so much but it’s not something that happens very often. When it does he usually quits within an hour, finding some excuse to be done early. He’d much rather just leave you to yourself when you’re gaming, letting you do what makes you happy without any kind of interruption. 

Vision - Vision is naturally a whiz at games. It’s not his favorite hobby but there are definitely times when he is in the mood to game with you. He likes puzzle games the best. Anything that engages the mind. He loves watching you work out the complex rules and steps in order to win. Your intelligence is incredibly attractive to him so seeing your beautiful sexy brain in action is absolutely peak for him. Although for him, a good majority of the games you play are somewhat boring to him since he finds them so simple. His favorite moments are when he is cooking dinner and can watch you playing your game from the kitchen as he works. It’s the perfect amount of stimulation and entertainment for him. He’d much rather do that. 

Druig - Druig does like to game with you. He gets very competitive when he does though. Part of you loves it and part of you hates it. It doesn’t matter what the game is, he can always find a way to make a competition out of it. If you’re playing a first person shooter, he’ll bet you he can kill more bad guys than you. If it’s a puzzle game, he guarantees he can solve the puzzle faster than you. If it’s a farming game, he’s sure that he’ll grow more crops than you do. It’s all in a joking spirit though. He never actually means to compete with you. He just finds your huffy little reactions quite entertaining. It’s especially fun when you get into the spirit of it with him, trying to beat him at whatever challenge he’s given you at that moment. 

Dane - Dane is really bad at games but he’s got the spirit. It’s always so delightful when you watch him playing a game. It’s never frustrating or hindering. You just patiently guide him through the tasks, watching intently as he completes them one at a time. You find that farming games are really good to play with him. He’s better at those than any other kind of game. You just give him one task at a time. As he completes a task he’ll happily ask what he can do next. It’s kind of funny sometimes but you would never tell Dane how bad he is. You just keep letting him think he’s a game whiz and enjoying his company as the two of you play together. It’s also nice when he scoots close by your side and links arms with you as you play. 

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[fandom-imagination-ss]

Marvel Preferences how they take care of you while your sick 

***********************Bucky******************************

Bucky has been touch deprived for Years. Mainly your entire life plus give or take 20ish years. The moment he meant you he was hooked, you were losing your Mind on a broken-down toddler Ride outside of the Food mart. you were hitting it with your purse as you screamed a bit and were losing your Mind. you just caught your Fiance (the moment you saw him basically Bonking your Sister in the alleyway. while they were supposed to be in the Car waiting for you to grab snacks for movie night) you cursed and While Everyone was trying to leave you alone and was Slightly scared about the women Losing her mind on a red toddler car. Bucky just Melted and watched in Awe. when Bucky later told you after dating for a few months, the moment he knew he loved you and he mentioned that. you begged him to change to another moment when security didn’t escort you off the property. But it was locked in his mind. Bucky was supposed to be a Hot one-night stand to get over your Frustration with your Sister and Fiancé. But the One night turned into more. and you rarely go to sleep without Bucky’s big arms wrapped around you in a big bear trap. 

 but you were now Sick. Not even a little Sick. you had the Flu your body was on fire as you were laying on the bed sweating out the sickness. and you also felt clammy, sore throat, and a bucket next to the bed in case you couldn’t run to the bathroom fast enough. Bucky was a Prince throughout your entire Flu, Getting you crackers, and the soup you like from the store, forcing you to Drink water and whenever your water was empty he would go up and fill it. ordering you to drink more water to flush out the flu. Something about being Sick. you didn’t care you looked like a Troll that just crawled out of the Depth of Hell. or that you looked hideous you felt too awful to Care. Bucky lay beside you. holding your hand as you watch old tv shows. Bucky being a Super soldier couldn’t get Sick. which you were slightly jealous about as he kissed your lips. you smiled softly, ‘i’m so gross. Don’t,  I don’t want you to get sick.” Bucky grinned, cupping your face, “I can’t get sick, remember?” 

“This is like a Super Flu god I’m having hot and cold flashes, and my head is pounding.” he reached over and kissed your forehead softly, “let’s get you more medicine and you take a nap. I Need my favorite girl better.” you smiled softly hearing that. as you smiled reaching up kissing him. he smiled as you spoke, ‘advantage to you never getting sick I can kiss you whenever I want.” he grinned saying you better. 

***********************Tony******************************

Tony loved you, you were an unexpected surprise in his life, brought in by Piper you were a cheerful soul. so when you went home early one day, tony was shocked to hear about it from Happy who kept an extra eye on you while at work. happy regretfully called Tony telling him that you were Sick. Big red Nose, throbbing head, you were found asleep at your desk. with your blanket, which you kept in your office when you get cold wrapped around you as your head was pressed on the keyboard and there were 30 pages of just ‘gibberish of your head pressing the keys  Now tony will fight anything, beat up any bad guy or alien. but when it came to the common cold. he wasn’t your “hero” he bluntly hates sick people and being sick. so when he came to visit you with soup. he wore the iron man suit. which at first you thought was funny. until he started to come in and relax on your sofa. while still in a suit. 

“you going to undress?” you asked to only have Tony give you a cocky grin. till you realized your knight and shiny armor wasn’t going to be “Tony” he was going to stay in the suit. which you found rude. which resulted in you kicking Tony out until you were better. 

revenge was yours when three days later you learned Tony was sick and repaid his kindness to him and wore the suit that you had for emergencies. he then realized how rude he was. and apologized

. ****************************Loki************************************************

Loki has seen you slice your thumb by accident and gushing blood, needing two stitches and you didn’t quiver or shred a tear. you did curse like an old God. but crying or being “dramatic” wasn’t your style, you left your dramatic flare to him. you however refused to accept when you were sick. other because it was an inconvenience to your life, or you simply tried to Will your body to pretend it wasn’t sick. But Loki had No idea how stubborn you truly were until today. when you were supposed to take Loki to a Gala event. that your Parents were dragging you to. Like a true gentleman, he was there early. dressed perfectly in a nice three-piece suit and was dashing and smelt perfect. then he saw the state you were in. More pail than him, the rosy cheeks you always had were gone, your eyes were puffy, and even your throat was slightly swollen. if your death-like appearance didn’t give away you were sick. the two sweaters you wore were a good sign to him that you weren’t up to stuff. a Jumper and your Lazy around Lounging Sweater that you had wrapped tightly over your body. 

Loki stepped over kissing your lips softly, ‘your sick you should have told me.”

you pushed him back stunned, “I am not sick!” Loki Never fearing anything especially human illnesses cupped your face, ‘you need Rest.” 

“I need you!” you said kissing him. he smiled weakly before cupping your face as you pulled away to cough as he heard the flume, you cleared your throat to kiss him and dodged your kiss, “Let’s get you into a hot bath, and curled up in bed.” 

“I’m not sick!” you snorted at him pushing him softly as he fell down falling onto your sofa as you climbed onto him, “if I was sick would I want you right now?” 

Loki chuckled softly caressing your sides as you softly kissed his neck. as you stopped as he craned his neck to look at you seeing you fell fast asleep.” he grinned weakly caressing your sides, “you know how to show a guy a good time Y/N” He lifted you easily up off the sofa. and carried you to your bedroom where he put you under the blankets and caressed your face as you were fast asleep. 

************Steve***********************

Something about being on a mission with your favorite avenger made your day extra gleeful. it wasn’t until mid-day. your stomach Cramp. turned into a twist. and you had to rush from your post. and bolt to a bathroom. Luckily Nat was there to cover for you. but Steve was Furious you ran off. it wasn’t until he came to find you that he found you leaning against the bathroom stall. your body was completely white and you were sweating. bad.

“your sick.” 

“no im dying.” you whinned, Steve walked over touching your forehead feeling you burning up as he scooped you up into his arms as he spoke, ‘you done good Y/N leave the mission to us. you rest up in the hotel.” 

you grumbled you could walk but Steve didn’t let you. he carried you right to the hotel room and in bed. Nat once seeing you sick. was slightly gleeful. finally after two years of dating. Steve was finally going to see you sick. and Nat. who was your best friend. and ws basically your family. was sickly excited to have Steve see you sick. when you weren’t sick you were cheerful and optimsic and generally happy. but when your sick. your nice switch flicks off. and you dont care if your a bear. your grumpy, snappy and honestly mean. Nat couldn’t wait to see Steve reaction to the Sick you. 

“drink lots of water.” 

“I know, unlike you i can get sick. i know what to do!” you grumbled as Steve looked up at you shocked as he spoke, “okay, just dont forget.” 

“shut up.” Steves’ mouth dropped as you told him to just shut up as you rolled over grumbling. he walked out stunned seeing Nat leaning against the wall chuckling, “yea.. Y/N a bitch when she’s sick..” 

“I CAN HEAR YOU!” 

Steve chuckled softly as he spoke, “whoa!”

Nat nodded her head, “you should see her with a cold.. I almost lost a arm!”

Steve couldn’t help have a large smile on his face hearing you get cranky. The most uplifting happy go lucky girl in the world. It was entertaining for him.

**************Thor*********************

The moment Thor hears you have a slight little illness he’s first thought is to take you to his homeland to get healed by his healers. From cramps to a common cold. Even a headache from not drinking enough water. His solution was taking you to Asgard. Which you always refused.but always lead to you being picked up and sent anyways. Thor hated seeing you in pain or discomfort and he’s healers could fix you easily. So he didn’t see the issue. he was a rince after all! what point of being Royal was there if he couldn’t bend the Rules and fix he’s favorite person in the galaxy? 

**************************Steven Grant**************************************************

Steven was the sweetest when it came to you being sick, he would make sure you had some sort of Drink, making sure you drink enough water. he would always Push water at you in a Kind gesture reminding you that the water will Flush away the sickness. if that true or not you weren’t sure but it was hard to say No to Steven when he was so caring. you would gladly take it. as he would make soap for you and get you the crackers you like. which you never have at the house because you Only eat crackers when you are Really sick and they never last. So he would go to the store to get you crackers, and popsicles for your throat. when he returned he would lay next to you in bed. making sure you had your distance as you both would watch movies. as you fall in and out. falling asleep easily.

***********************marc**********************************************************

you hate being sick, but once Marc came into your life. you secretly loved it. he would drop everything to help you, and call you “Baby” every chance he gets, sure he calls you baby when your well and your out. but the sound of “baby” sounded very different. and you loved hearing the softness of his voice. as he called you “baby” and would volunteer to clean up your river of used tissues. which you would complain that he shouldn’t touch so he doesn’t get sick, which he would Risk it. And you would ask the question if he got sick does that mean Steven also gets sick? how does that work. but he would just chuckle and kiss your head and tell you he would tell you when your better. he never does the thought dissapears the moment your feeling bette Go into the danger zone like that. and listen to someone puke their breakfast (and in your case the day before dinner)  He was a caring boyfriend when you weren’t Sick but he treated you extra nice when you were sick and as Messed up as it was. you secretly enjoyed it. you tired faking it Once to get extra attention after he was away for a little to long. but he figured out and gave you a spanking  ((YT Sheldon giving Amy a spanking lol )) 

[myraestelle]

“Do the universe a favour. Don’t hide your magic”

-Myra Estelle-

[irondad-defensesquad]

personally i think mcu steve deserved to be sillier

[haveanotherfandomblog]

Avengers Preferences

How You Meet

Masterlist

Captain America/Steve Rogers-

Working for the infamous Nick Fury was a hard job as it was. Now working for him as and being his goddaughter was a whole other level of difficult. Behind closed doors, he was gentler and loving in his own, unique way. However, in public, it was strictly professional. You didn’t receive any special treatment and were held to the same standard as every other agent. You didn’t mind, it was how it was and you were understanding.

Fury had been proud and excited when you decided to become a SHIELD agent. As you quickly rose through the ranks, you began working closely with Phil Coulson and Maria Hill. You also worked closely with Hawkeye and Black Widow. In fact, they were the ones who recommended you for the Avengers Initiative. Fury protested at first because of Tony Stark, but with some help from Hill and Coulson, he relented.

To welcome you and bring some positive light to himself, Tony Stark threw one of his legendary parties. Opting for a more modest look, especially considering your godfather was there, you wore a dress that stopped at your knees and some comfortable flats. You kept your makeup minimal and natural as well. After you were satisfied with your appearance, you made your way to the party.

The party was indeed just as grand and lavish as everything Tony Stark did. People mingled about, barely acknowledging you despite the party being in your honor. You didn’t really care though. You knew they were just here for the free booze. You pushed your way to the bar where you saw Natasha and Maria talking.

“Ladies,” you greeted. They smiled and waved you over, handing you a glass full of sparkling liquid.

“Hey, you look cute,” Maria said. You smiled, tilting your head.

“Well, it was this or sweats,” you jested. Natasha let out a snort, smirking behind her glass.

"Ah! Here she comes. The woman of the hour," Clint announced. You playfully rolled your eyes.

“There she is! The woman of the hour!” Clint announced as he made his way to you. You playfully rolled your eyes. He waved over two figures. “Y/N, meet Dr. Banner and Thor.” Dr. Banner was a small man with glasses who looked completely uncomfortable. His hair was a curly mess as he rubbed his hands together, eyes darting in every direction. Thor seemed more at ease in this environment. He gave you a big smile, grasping your hand.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said, his voice booming over the loud music and other party-goers. He was a giant compared to everyone with long, blonde hair.

“The pleasure’s all mine,” you replied. The six of you engaged in small talk, well, more like you Maria. Natasha and Dr. Banner had some weird, and slightly awkward flirting thing going on between them that you wanted absolutely nothing a part of. And Clint and Thor were trying to outdrink each other. Though from the look of it, Thor was winning easily.

After a while, Phil came up to congratulate you. He nodded towards the other side of the room where you spotted Fury talking to America’s own golden boy, Captain America. Though they appeared deep in conversation, Fury waved you over. Phil gave you a pat on the back as he replaced your spot next to Maria.

“L/N. I want you to meet your new leader, Captain Rogers. Rogers, this is your newest recruit, Agent Y/N L/N.” You nodded your head, sticking your hand out. He grasped your hand, shaking it firmly. His hands were surprisingly soft--just like his baby blue eyes. He gave you a boyish grin, causing you to smile.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Agent L/N,” he told you.

“The pleasure’s all mine, Captain Rogers,” you replied. He gave you a boyish grin, scratching behind his ear.

"Please, call me Steve."

"Y/N."

Iron Man/Tony Stark-

Most people spent their Friday nights at the bars, getting wasted with friends and hitting on strangers. Not you though, you worked well into the night. You were at the bar too, but you were behind the counter, watching as everyone made fools of themselves. Though, you didn’t usually work on Friday nights, but your coworker had convinced you to cover their shift, a stupid decision on your part. While the amount of money you would make would be amazing, having hundreds of people scream for your attention wasn’t.

This Friday night was no different than any other. Loud, drunk adults slurred their orders to you as they attempted to flirt with each other. The night seemed to drag on as you continued to make drinks and throw away napkins with scribbled numbers on them. And as the night progressed, and the crowd around the bar slowly but surely diminished, you were able to relax somewhat. You were just about done with creeps staring at your tits.

You were cleaning a glass when someone called for you. You set the glass down and turned around, throwing the rag over your shoulder. If you weren’t so tired, you probably would have choked on air when you saw Tony Stark: genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, and freaking Iron Man sitting at your bar. You walked over to him, resting your forearms on the bar.

“What’s your poison, sweetcheeks?” you asked. He licked his lips, peering over the rim of his glasses at you. You quirked a brow, staring at him expectantly.

“I’ll have your best whiskey--neat.” You nodded, turning to pour him his desired drink. Despite his television persona, the man at least had taste. You handed him his drink, watching as he took a long sip. He nodded his head approvingly. “This is perfect. You know, I could give you my best later. Though I can’t promise it’ll be neat,” he said with a wink. You let out a snort, shaking your head.

“Sorry sweetcheeks, but you’re gonna have to do better than that. I thought you were a playboy?” you teased. He chuckled, shooting you a wink. You didn’t see him much after that, he seemed to have disappeared from the bar, probably in the arms of some hot, blonde, model. You shook your head, continuing to clean the counter. Guys like him didn’t go for girls like you. Not seriously.

Your shift finally ended when the bar closed around two o’clock. Relief flooded your body as you collected your tips and clocked out. You bade your coworker a good night and began your trek home. While you were walking under the streetlights, your skin began crawling. You looked around but couldn’t see anyone around you. Quickening your pace, you marched on, your purse clutched in your hand.

You were almost to the front stoop of your apartment when a pair of arms wrapped around your body, yanking you into a dark alley. One of the hands covered your mouth while the other was wrapped securely around your arms and body.

“Hey baby. Wanna have some fun?” slurred a voice. You rolled your eyes despite the danger you were in. You struggled to break his grip on you, but he was a lot stronger than he appeared. “Calm down baby, I’m not gonna hurt you.” His breath reeked of alcohol, making you want to gag.

“Maybe not, but if you don’t let her go, I’m going to hurt you.” The drunk let go of you and scampered away. You fell back against the nearby wall, taking deep breaths.

“Thank you, so much,” you said, turning your head. You certainly weren’t expecting to see Iron Man standing on the sidewalk outside the alley way. His face lifted up, revealing Tony Stark beneath the mask.

“So… about my previous offer.” You shot him a harsh glare. He held his hands up, taking a step back. “Kidding, although, I should at least get your number. You know, in case you need me to save you again.” You rolled your eyes but pulled your lipstick out of your bag anyway, writing your number on the arm of his suit.

Hulk/Dr. Bruce Banner-

After the New York incident, your brother, Clint Barton, had been very adamant about you moving in with him. Well, he actually wanted you to move in with Laura, but you refused to live on a farm. Tasha and your brother had helped you move from your tiny apartment to your room at the compound, located conveniently next to Clint’s.

Tony came to help as well. As well as to see one of his favorite college buddies. Oh yes, you, him and Rhodey had all gone to college together, though you were a few years younger than them. He’d been more than happy to hear you’d be moving into the tower.

Once everything had been unpacked and put into its place and you were settled, Clint took you up to meet the rest of your housemates. They were all waiting around in a lounge room with Tony, naturally, in the center of the crowd, talking animatedly about himself.

“Mini Me!” he cried when he saw you. He dramatically sauntered over to you, wrapping you in a hug. Your brother, usually not fond of men near you, had no problem with Tony. You returned his hug. “A pleasure to have you finally join us.” You chuckled, detangling yourself from him. Clint wrapped his arm around your shoulders, guiding you to the rest of the Avengers.

“Guys, this is my sister, Y/N. Y/N, this is Steve Rogers, Thor, and Dr. Bruce Banner.”

“It’s great to finally meet you all,” you told them, flashing them your dazzling smile. “Clint has told me so much about you guys.” Thor was the first to approach you, pressing a quick kiss to the back of your hand.

“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lady Y/N.” You let out a giggle, covering your cheek.

“Oh, I like you.” He flashed you a bright smile which you happily returned. Steve said hello, offering you a simple handshake. Bruce was more timid, giving you a curt nod and a small wave. You found his semi-flustered state cute, and it kind of melted your heart.

“So, uh, what’s the story behind Tony’s nickname for you?” Steve inquired. Before you could reply, Tony was wrapping his arm around your shoulders, answering for you.

“Well you see, Capsical, this marvelous, young woman here is party central. You guys thought I was crazy--this girl--this girl is crazier. Her knowledge of alcohol is unbelievable and her ability to attract the male gaze is unbeatable.” Clint glared at that last part, rolling his eyes. You brushed Tony’s arm off, crossing your arms over your chest.

“As much as I appreciate the sentiment, I did get two degrees in art and design and biochemical engineering.” The rest of the Avengers let out ooh’s at Tony. He threw his hands up in defense, bowing his head down. Clint brought his hands to your shoulders, shaking you slightly. You glanced over to Bruce, watching as he quickly averted his gaze from you, finding the ceiling far more fascinating.

Hawkeye/Clint Barton-

Being handed the wrapped flag was never something you thought would actually happen to you. The soldiers had been very helpful, offering to drive you to where you needed to go. You could only really go to one place. You’d just lost the only family you had left. You gave the soldiers the address and sat in the back of the car, staring out the window.

They asked for confirmation about the address when they pulled up to the Avenger’s Tower. You simply thanked them for their time and stepped out of their car. You held the flag close to your chest as you walked past agents and tower workers and went straight to the elevator. Tears welled in your eyes as the doors closed behind you.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y,” you called, your voice cracking. “Take me to the floor Tony’s on.” You really hoped he was in the room or in his lab.

"Right away Ms. L/N," the AI replied. You stood in the elevator, tears threatening to spill as you waited for the elevator to open. You rushed out when the elevator doors opened but stopped short when you saw Tony surrounded by the Avengers.

Once they did, you froze in your place. Tony had been your friend since college. You knew that you could always depend on him to be there for you, especially now. The other Avengers who surrounded him however, you were less than certain about. You contemplated leaving when F.R.I.D.A.Y. chimed in.

“Sir, Y/N L/N is here to see you.” He turned his head with a smile, opening his arms. His eyes traveled to the flag in your arms and his face fell.

“Oh… Y/N.” You lip quivered as you cast your eyes down, tears blurring your vision. You heard footsteps approaching you and a pair of arms wrapping around you. “Y/N.” Tony stroked your head as your body began shaking.

"They're--they're gone," you choked out.

"Who's gone?" the other guy inquired. You tried answering, but all that came out were choked sobs. "Hey, Y/N, I'm going to need you to breathe. Inhale. Hold. Exhale." After repeating the exercises a few times, your breathing was steady.

"Y/N, what happened?" Tony asked again.

"S/N was killed in combat," you said, fresh tears welling up in your eyes. "I just lost my whole family." You began hiccupping violently, making it hard to breathe.

"Clint, take her to my room. I'll be there shortly," Tony ordered. Clint led you to Tony's penthouse suite. He sat you on the bed, rubbing your shoulder.

"Thank you." You attempted to give him a weak smile.

"Feel better. I'm sorry for your loss," he told you, returning your smile with a soft one.

Thor Odinson-

Being one of SHIELD’s top agents came with both perks and nuances. Perks included always being in the loop of every underground operation, including the fact that Phil Coulson faked his death. Nuances included being hyper-aware of everyone around you at any given time, friends and foes alike.

Tony Stark inviting you to a party, well, all of SHIELD, was inviting paranoia. Your coworkers assured you that you were just in work mode, and this would help you relax. To appease them, you begrudgingly agreed to go.

You didn’t dress up, opting for a casual look to help you blend in. You made sure you were armed before finding a seat at the bar. Natasha was playing bartender, her eyes seeing everything all at once.

“Don’t have too much fun there,” she said, gesturing down to your cup of barely touched water. You lifted your brows quickly, looking back at the other SHIELD agents partying their hearts out.

“No promises.” She let out a snort, moving to mix another cocktail.

The hairs on the back of your neck began to stand up. You let your highly trained eyes scan the room, but you didn’t see anything. Then a thought hit you. You glanced up, searching the ceiling until you found a pair of eyes looking down at you from the vents. They shot you a wink before disappearing. Your eyes narrowed until you heard a cough behind you.

You turned to find the Prince of Asgard behind you, dressed more casually than you’d see him before. You raised a brow, looking him up and down.

“Good evening my lady. I am looking for our mutual friend Barton. Do you know where I can find him?” You glanced back towards the vent, waiting for the Prince to follow your gaze.

“Sorry, your Highness. Can’t say I’ve seen him,” you told him. He turned and found you staring at the vent. He gave you a big grin, bowing his head.

“A shame. I hope I haven’t disturbed you.”

“Not at all.”

“If that’s the case, I’d love a dance.” You turned back to Nat who was motioning for you to go. You bit your tongue, looking around the room.

“How can I--” You trailed off. From the corner of your eye, you spotted another coworker sitting at the other end of the bar. Her eyes kept flickering between her drink and the jacket that covered some guy’s arm from the elbow down. “Hold that thought.”

You set your untouched water down, moving down the bar. Nat followed you, keeping an eye on you. You carefully took out one of your concealed knives, pressing it to the guy’s back. He tensed immediately, allowing for your coworker to slip away.

Unfortunately he wasn’t the only undercover spy. A mass shoot-out took place, bullets whizzed by, glass shattered, and bodies hit the floor. Thankfully, most SHIELD agents survived unharmed.

You watched as Maria, Clint, and Nat hauled the last of the spies out of the party, handcuffs on their wrists. Thor approached you as you finished giving your statement, holding tightly onto Mjölnir. He opened his mouth to say something, but Clint called for you, waving you towards one of the SUVs.

“Raincheck on that dance?” you called back, jogging towards the van. Thor bowed his head, lifting Mjölnir briefly. You shot him a wink, sliding into the car before it took off.

Quicksilver/Pietro Maximoff-

Drinking was not something you did very often. Drinking alone was something you only did within the comfort and safety of your own apartment. So why were you sitting alone at a bar on a Friday night? Well, your boyfriend had a terrible accident. He tripped and fell into your manager’s bed.

“Well hello there.” You tipped back another shot, setting the cup back down onto the bar. You turned slowly in your seat to stare at the blurry man now seated next to you. Raising a brow, you moved to rest your head in your hand. “Hey Sweetheart. I hate to bother you, but I could really use your number?” the stranger asked.

“I think you could use a better line,” you slurred, rolling your eyes. You turned back to face the bar, staring down at your empty shot glass. From your other side you heard someone laughing. Glancing over, you could only make out another blurry man with almost white hair. “Can I help you?”

“Do you know who you just turned down?” he asked with a thick, foreign accent. You shook your head, immediately regretting it. You held your hand to your head, willing your brain to stop moving around. “That was Tony Stark.” You scoffed.

“Then I’m glad I turned him down,” you said. The blonde man smirked, you thought. He was slowly coming into focus, and he was actually kind of cute. Kind of. Poor lighting and tequila made everyone look good.

“You’re funny. And cute. What’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?” he asked. You shrugged.

“Men suck. Left me for his stupid manager. She’s not even pretty,” you said, face heating up with anger and alcohol. The man winced.

“Yeah, men do suck. I’m Pietro by the way.”

"Y/N."

“Y/N,” he repeated. The way your name sounded with his accent almost had you swooning… almost. “You should head home. You’re wasted, and I’d hate for someone to take advantage of you.”

“And you’ve been doing what, exactly?” you challenged. He grinned, looking down at his hands which had somehow gotten ahold of your phone.

“Distracting you so you can sober up a bit before the cab I called arrives.” He handed your phone back to you. “I’ll have one of the bartenders escort you. When you’re sober, give me a call.”

Spiderman/Peter Parker-

Switching schools was never something you liked. Always being the new kid and having to recreate a social life was always hard and frustrating. Trying to be the lone wolf never worked in your favor either. Your bubbly and friendly personality didn’t let you fade into the shadows. Then when you inevitably moved, it was always full of tears.

Your latest move wasn’t any different. Your family had relocated to New York City for your father’s business. Once again you were in a new school, surrounded by people you didn’t know. While their faces blurred together, yours stuck out. Tingles ran up your spine as you avoided everyone’s curious gazes. You glanced down at the paper containing your schedule and locker number and combination.

You found it easy enough, but when you entered the combination it refused to budge. You double checked the combination before carefully putting it in.

“Son of a bitch,” you mumbled, shaking the lock. You dropped the lock, resting your head against the cold metal door.

“Need some help with that?” A tall girl with glasses and frizzy hair pulled into a lazy ponytail stood a little ways down. She was standing in front of, presumably, her own locker, a tower of books balanced in her arm.

“That’d be great, thanks,” you said. You stood up straight, pulling your mouth into a thin line.

“These things suck,” she told you. She slammed her own locker shut. She jiggled your lock before hitting the door with her elbow. It swung open with complete ease.

“Thank you.” You bowed your head slightly.

“No problem. I haven’t seen you around here before.”

“Uh, no. I’m new. My name’s Y/N. Y/N L/N.” You stuck your hand out, a smile on your face.

“Hey, I’m--”

“MJ!”

You turned around to find two boys coming down the hallway, waving their hands excitedly. One boy had tan skin and dark hair that was neatly combed, while the other was pale with light brown hair and wore a dorky sweater.

“MJ! We’ve been looking for you,” the first guy said, almost ignoring you.

“I was just helping out Y/N here,” she said. “Y/N this is Ned and Peter-- a couple of losers.”

“Um, hi.” You gave the boys an awkward wave as the bell rang loudly. “I’ll see you guys around. Thanks for opening my locker.” You gave the three of them a tight-lipped smile before hurrying down the hall.

Falcon/Captain America/Sam Wilson-

When you had returned from Iraq, you were so happy to be home. Your family had thrown a small get-together to celebrate your safe return. Everyone was so proud of you for serving your country. Your parents had offered to let you stay with them until you found yourself a job and an apartment. With a good record, and an honorable discharge, it shouldn’t have been hard.

It was two months before you landed a job as a receptionist at the V. A. Center in D.C. It wasn’t a glamorous job, but you made decent money. However, living in D.C. was expensive. Finding a place seemed almost impossible, even with a job. Luckily your parents were extremely understanding.

After about three months at the V. A., you had your job down pretty well. Most of the time you were answering calls from local and nationwide veterans. Most were nice, inquiring about certain medical options and wanting help through the transition back into normal society. Some veterans weren’t as friendly and called to complain about how the government treated them or simply to yell.

You had finished another call and were logging it when someone cleared their throat. You tapped on the board that was in front of you. You listened as the pen scratched across the paper for the visitor. Once you finished your log you glanced up.

A tall, dark, and handsome stranger stood in front of your desk, a half-smile on his face. You smiled back, bringing your full attention to him.

“Welcome to the V. A. Center, how can I help you?” you asked, raising your brow a bit.

“I’m Sam Wilson. I have an interview in about twenty-minutes,” he told you. You nodded, sliding down a bit to the other phone. You picked it up, dialing the three numbers to your boss’ office.

“One moment.” You slid down to your other phone, dialing the three numbers for your boss’ office. “Sir, you have a Sam Wilson here to see you,” you informed him. “Yes sir.” You slid back down to Sam Wilson, a smile on your face. “He’ll be with you shortly. He’s finishing up a meeting.

He nodded, sitting down in one of the chairs. He leant back, arm thrown over the back of the chair as he stared down the hall, resting his ankle on his knee. You tried your best not to stare, but not staring was never a strong suit of yours, and boy did Sam Wilson give you plenty to stare at.

“Which branch did you serve for, Mr. Wilson?” you inquired, pretending to type on the computer as if you hadn’t spent the last five minutes staring at him.

“Just Sam is fine,” he said with a chuckle. “And I served in the army.”

“Army,” he replied. You nodded, a smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth.

“Interesting. So when they did the Men of the Army calendar, was it just twelve months of you?” You watched as your words went through his head before he let out a chuckle. “What? Didn’t like it?” You shot him a wink, a smirk on your face.

“I like it quite a lot, actually… what’s your name?”

“Y/N. Y/N L/N.”

Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes-

It took years and years of studying and hard work, but becoming the leading psychiatrist in dealing and helping soldiers with Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome (PTSS), formerly PTSD. You never experienced it personally, but you had neighbors and friends who suffered from it growing up. You wanted to do something helpful in the world, something good, so you dedicated your life to finding ways to work through what others had experienced. Your reputation began to precede you, and that was how you were flown across the world to help one of the worst cases you’d ever seen.

The patient was a Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes. He served in World War II where he was presumed KIA, Killed In Action. That was until about four years ago when he resurfaced as an assassin for an organization that was almost gone. The more you read, the wilder his story seemed to get. Reading his file, which was quite extensive, covered almost the entire flight to Wakanda.

King T’Challa stood ready to greet you when your plane landed. You bowed your head respectively, taking in the empty fields that surrounded you. He shook your hand firmly, offering you a warm smile.

“Welcome to Wakanda Dr. L/N,” he greeted.

“Thank you for having me, Your Majesty,” you said. “You have beautiful, open lands.”

“You’re much too kind. If you would follow me this way.” He held his hand out and began guiding you across one of the fields. Birds chirped above you as you made your trek over the verdant hills.

Just over the last hill was a single hut. Goats roamed around freely, munching on grass and bleating. King T’Challa gestured to the hut, staring at it solemnly.

“White Wolf lives there. He lives happily in solitude, but human interaction is important. The world says you are the best in your field. Please, help him,” the King said. You nodded your head.

“Nothing is guaranteed,” you reminded him. “My methods aren’t a one-hundred percent success, but I will do my best.”

“That is all we ask.”

You nodded one more time before resuming your walk to the small hut, this time alone. The goats were curious about you, pausing their lunch to stare at you. One particularly small one ran to you, nudging its head against your leg.

“Steve, be nice.”

A new voice caught your attention. His hair was longer and his beard was fuller, but you recognized the man as Sergeant Barnes. He stood in the doorway of the hut, staring down at the tiny goat that was now nibbling at the bottom of your pants. He wore white, traditional, Wakanda clothing. A white bandage covered the stub where his arm once was. He would have seemed peaceful were it not for the dark, solemn gaze in his eyes.

“Sergeant Barnes?” you called, bending down to pick up the goat. He looked up at you. “Sergeant Barnes my name is Dr. Y/N L/N. King T’Challa asked me to help you transition back into civilian society.” He nodded his head slowly. The goat, Steve, nestled into your chest, nibbling your shirt. “I was hoping we could talk.”

“Of course,” he said, moving aside so you could enter his hut. Setting the goat down, you stepped inside the small hut. It was bare for the most part, only the necessities were present. You took a seat on a nearby chair, watching him carefully. He took a seat across from you, awkwardly shifting in his seat.

“Sergeant Barnes, I would like to preface this by saying I am here to help you, and if what we do isn’t helping, it’s okay to say that,” you said.

“Bucky.”

“I’m sorry?”

“My name… it’s Bucky.” You smiled.

“It’s nice to meet you, Bucky. I’m Y/N.”

Loki Odinson-

Rehabilitation, patience, and forgiveness were some of your core beliefs. You also believed that good was in everyone, no matter what bad deeds they did, no matter how lost they seemed, with the right guidance and a voice of encouragement, you truly believed that anyone could redeem themselves. Because of this firm belief, you started a rehabilitation center in your kingdom which grew into the biggest and most successful rehabilitation center in the world.

Being the princess of a small country was hard, but this success gave your country exactly what it needed--money. Which sounded worse than it actually was. The world runs on money and your people weren’t exactly millionaires, but being paid to rehabilitate both petty and hardened criminals was surprisingly a great way to make money.

So much so that King T’Challa of Wakanda, an old childhood friend of yours, asked a favor from an American acquaintance of his. Tony Stark, owner of Stark Industries and Avenger, had been asked by his fellow Avenger, Thor, to seek a place for his trickster brother. You had heard all about New York in the news, but you never expected that to have an effect on your country. You weren’t so sure until Thor offered to pay in pure gold. That, you simply couldn’t refuse.

You stood on the runway, watching as the plane carrying your latest case began to touch down. The wind whipped your hair around your face, but your sunglasses protected your eyes. The wind settled once the plane came to a stop. The door opened and the first to exit was King T’Challa.

“Your Majesty,” you called. He smiled at you as he descended the stairs.

“Your Highness,” he greeted. He jogged over to you, skipping all formalities to give you a heartfelt hug. “It has been too long, old friend.”

“Much too long,” you agreed. A posse of people had followed him. Guards from Wakanda, Tony Stark, Thor, and his brother, Loki.

“Princess Y/N, this is my American acquaintance, Tony Stark.”

“Yes, Stark Industries precedes you.” He bowed to you respectfully.

“Your Highness, this is Thor and his troublesome brother Loki,” Stark said, gesturing to the two giant men beside him. Loki was bound in unique chains and had his face covered so you could only see his eyes.

“Welcome, gentlemen. We are happy to welcome you to our small corner of the world. If you all would follow me,” you said. You looped your arm through T’Challa’s, leading them to the facilities where Loki would be kept. “While your brother is a rather unique guest, we will be treating him like we treat everyone else here. Because of his abilities, he will be placed in a special room designed specifically for him.”

“How do you know it will hold Reindeer Games over here?” Stark asked, sending a pointed look to Loki. You smiled.

“I had a top engineer design it using advanced technologies that could put your entire company to shame,” you said. A smirk pulled at T’Challa’s mouth at the mention of his sister.

“You are very kind for doing this Princess Y/N,” Thor said. “I know with the right guidance, my brother will come back to who he used to be. Loki rolled his eyes at that, opting to look out the window. From the corner of your eye, you could see him staring at your reflection through the glass.

“It’s my pleasure.”