Avengers x Reader One Shots

Cap, You Wanna Tag-Team It? ✨ Stony!Reader - 11 Apr 21

Summary: When your (now ex) boyfriend cheats on you, he obviously didn't factor in the fact that your two dads are Iron-Man and Captain America—much less that you'll have the entirety of the Avengers backing you (39)

Your eyes are puffy as you run up the stairs of the tower, all 92 sets, needing to get the pent-up energy out of you and not wanting to wait in an elevator for your anxiety to take over. When you finally finish climbing the stairs, you're a little out of breath, but not too bad.

You wipe your eyes, sniffling, as you climb into the vents. You decide to use this method to get to your room, despite the dust crawling over you, so as not to be stopped by anyone in your makeshift family that is the Avengers team.

Finally getting to your room, you lock the door before asking JARVIS to soundproof the room. You shower, trying to wash off the shame and uncleanliness that you feel corrupting you—the miasma of having seen your boyfriend, Brad, being ridden by another girl... it's covering you, head to toe.

After showering, you get dressed. Looking around, you see remnants of your now-severed relationship everywhere. Pictures that you rip off the wall and tear into shreds. Gifts that were sweet and meaningful at the time, are now nothing but bitter reminders of him that are reduced to shards as you throw them at the wall. A cacophony of sounds surrounds you—the thumps of you hurling various memorabilia, the crashes of said keepsakes breaking as they fall or on impact, and the frustrated and angry screams as you do so. You find a large picture of you and Brad at homecoming and cut his face out of it, grabbing a staple gun and teleporting to the training room. Thankfully, it's empty, and you take the chance to staple Brad's face to one of the targets. You grab a gun and check to make sure it's loaded and properly readied before moving to the shooting range. You position yourself at a good distance, beginning to shoot holes through the headshot of your now-ex-boyfriend. A string of profanities expels from you loudly as you finish, moving to grab another gun and beginning again. A tear slips down your cheek as you continue to shoot which you angrily wipe away.

Unfortunately, when you go to grab another gun and full clip, you notice your dads standing behind you, mirror images of each other with their arms crossed and eyebrows cocked.

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EARLIER
THIRD PERSON'S POV

Tony and Steve are in the common room with the rest of the team, participating in an impromptu movie night. Their adopted daughter, Y/n, is out with her boyfriend, Brad. They adopted her after finding her in a HYDRA base when she was five with her current teleportation powers, due to inhumane experimentation. By that point, the couple was dating and close to being engaged on both sides, so it wasn't too far of a stretch for them to elope quickly in order to have less trouble adopting the girl. Eleven years had passed since then, and although there had been troubles along the way, neither regretted either decision.

The movie is interrupted, though, by the sound of gunfire coming from the training room as well as an almost screamed string of curses. Tony pauses the movie.

"JARVIS?"

His AI doesn't need him to finish the question. "That would be Y/n, sir."

Tony nods, standing, and shares a look with his husband. The movie plays again as the two head out of the room and in the direction of their obviously upset daughter, the rest of the team giving them space but wanting answers once the duo is back.

Steve is the first one in the training room, his eyes widening as he takes in the sight. Tony walks through behind him, noting the frizzy hair from the number of times you've run your hands through it, the reddened, puffy eyes of tears earlier shed, the wrinkled clothes from you twisting your shirt, and the solitary tear that you wipe away with a mask of unfeeling fury. There's a picture of a face staples to a target, so riddled with holes that it's impossible to distinguish who the person it.

They know better than to startle you—or anyone, for that matter, when you're shooting, instead opting to wait until you either leave or move to 'grab a refill' to speak.

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YOUR POV

Your mind is completely blank as you lock eyes with your dads, save for one word.

Fuck.

You don't move, waiting for your dads to start. Tony is the first to do so, walking over with concern apparent in his face. "You okay?" He asks, pulling you into a hug.

Except for the moment you found out, you haven't cried at all, instead running on the anger fueling you. Tony's words, though, cause the dam to break, and in seconds you're full-on sobbing into his shirt. Tony's hands run through your hair gently, and Steve, who has joined you two, whispers comforting words as he rubs your back. The two men lock eyes with each other, frustrated at their helplessness in the situation.

When you've finally calmed down enough to where you're no longer crying and instead just hiccuping and sniffling, your parents lead you over to a nearby bench.

"What's wrong?" Steve asks, worry filling his voice.

A tear leaks through. "Br-Brad, he, he, chea-cheate-ed on m-me."

Tony's grip tightens almost imperceptibly, and there's a falter in the soothing circles Steve rubs on your back.

"Honey, I'm so sorry..." Tony's voice trails off as he barely manages to keep it soft and caring instead of filled with the rage he now feels towards your boyfriend. Or, ex-boyfriend, as it seems, something he approves whole-heartedly.

You manage to hiccup out a giggle. "I don't think you're," hiccup, "the best person to talk to things like," hiccup, "this about."

"What do you mean?" Steve questions, sharing a confused glance with his husband.

"Neither are," hiccup, "You. I mean, Dad," hiccup, "you've had way too many," hiccup, "one-night stands and, in the past, in the," hiccup, "occasional relationship, you're not a," hiccup, "poster boy for fidelity."

Tony chuckles, although he feigns hurt, dramatically placing a hand over his heart. "You're my daughter! You're really gonna do me like that, huh?"

You giggle again, the hiccups becoming more spread apart. Tony smiles to himself, glad to have made you laugh despite the circumstances.

"You're not the only one," you correct with a smirk, wagging a playful finger. You turn your head to look at Steve, who raises his hands playfully in surrender.

"Oh, no. I'm good on that, thanks."

"Sorry, Pops." You give him a mischievous grin that, along with the completely unapologetic tone, belies your words. "But you've never had a relatio-" hiccup, "relationship before Dad. And no, the one kiss with Peggy," hiccup, "doesn't count. That was a kiss, not a girlfr-" hiccup, "girlfriend."

Steve pouts, but the corners of his mouth twitch up minutely.