should have kept my mouth shut || avengersxreader fanfiction

4. New place

"Yeah I'll need to do a few touch ups since you have no sense of style."

"Hey! I have style, I'm a very stylish man"

I say pushing open the bland white curtains letting the sun fill the empty grey room Tony and I sat in while we argued.

I've been here for 3 days, the first day I slept and ate, the second day I slept and ate Bruce did some testing on me, needles, blood, bla bla bla but today Steve figured it was good for me  if I stayed a while because of my 'uncontrollable' powers an I quote. I can take of my powers perfectly fine, I don't need any of the avengers help...

Rewind in y/n's mind to Monday morning 3 days ago...

With a flick of  her wrist her clothes levitated to her grasp. A shirt, pants, and  a pair of white converse, one actually hitting her in the hip. She needed to get that 'under control'...

Your words, no?

"It low key looks like a prison in here,
you sure you don't have any hostages here?"

Y/n said looking back at Tony with his arms crossed.

"If it was I'd lock you in it"

Jumping onto the fluffy bed watching the fuzz dance in the sunlight letting my body sink in the bed like quicksand, taking quick glances around the room thinking of scenarios.

Big enough to have dance party's?

'Check'

Bed comfortable enough to cuddle with anyone for comfort.

'Check'

Closet for all my stylish clothes I wear.

'Check'

Big window for sunset/golden hour pics.

'Check'

Shower for long mental break downs.

'Check'

Stylish room

'Nope not yet"

Cardboard cut out of Harry Styles.

'Not yet-

"What are you doing?"

Tony asked the spaced out teenage girl.

"Making a mental note, can I have your credit card and a computer."

He sighs not knowing what the hell a teenage girl is going to spend his money on.

"For my room?"

He leans back to get his card out of his back pocket placing it in the girls hand.

"Fine"

....

About six hours later now it was 3:28 in the morning. Y/n sat in the middle of her box filled room, the aftermath of shopping.

I never pick my shit up.

I'm telling you I'm the worst at keeping my belongings organized. One time Freddie took me shopping for my birthday and the bags were left on my floor for a month or two, I never even picked it up myself Freddie had to do it.

Knock knock

"It's always open!"

I yelled quoting the iconic show full house. When I flipped over from my back and found my favorite 6'2 ginger looking Weasly before my eyes I was on my feet immediately.