Marvel Imagines (Requests: ON HOLD)

Civil War 2.0

"Did I or did I not state that the gym was under construction and was not to be used for at least a week?" Tony questioned with a scowl, glaring at a particular group of people.

"No you did not, actually." Sam retorted.

"Really? I explicitly remember warning you idiots to stay away."

"Perhaps you did, but you still didn't specify which gym to stay away from." Clint said, siding either Sam.

"I would have guessed the sign that said 'construction' would have given it away." Rhodey also added, rolling his eyes.

This time it was Steve who joined in. "There wasn't a sign when we got there."

"Maybe you should look into getting glasses then." Tony shot back.

"Is it really a big deal?" Scott questioned, confused.

Tony turned on him with a raised brow. "Half of my gym is caved in because you lot couldn't wait to show your macho sides."

While the two groups argued about who's fault it was that the gym's roof had collapsed, you tried to read a book in peace. But it wasn't easy.

Every time you turned a page someone would shout something and you'd get distracted, needing to reread every few seconds and frankly, you were done with it.

"Come on!" You basically screamed in frustration, slamming the book down. "Are we really going to have civil war 2.0 here?"

"(Y/n)'s right. It's not a big deal." Natasha admitted.

"Then will everyone please act like it!" You flung your arms in the air, making wild motions. "I swear to any higher power out there that if someone else gets in a fight over a tiny issue I will pack up and move to Asgard with Thor."

"Shouldn't have used my gym." Tony muttered.

Your head snapped in his direction. "So is this a fight then? Are we gonna butt heads and see who wins?"

"(Y/n), it's fine." He quickly insisted, well aware of your anger issues.

"No, no, no." You just shook your head and pretended to be the referee at a match. "Round one, ding ding. On the right we Team Cap, consisting of Shamptain Shmerica, Robot Arm Guy, Redwing's dad, Legolas, Orange Slices, and the hottie. And on the left we have Team Iron Man, consisting of Mr. T Stanky, the woman who turned me gay, Spider-Golumn, Cat Boi, Walmart's discount Iron Man, and whatever the hell the floaty dude is."

Everyone was standing in silence, thinking over their nicknames, when Sam stepped forward. "Be honest, how long did it take you to think of those."

You shrugged and a tiny smile flickered over your face. "I may or may not have been up all night."