marvel preferences & imagines

0.7 - Cute Moments

( i had no idea what to write so i decided to come up with cute different preferences for everyone )

Steve Rogers; You had been up since six o'clock in the morning, making breakfast for Steve and yourself. He was still asleep once you had finished preparing the meal so you decided to surprise him with breakfast in bed. You placed the plate of food, utensils, and a glass of orange juice on a tray before carefully walking down the hall with it. You pushed open the door to your bedroom and set the tray down on his side table. You crawled onto the bed and laid down on his stomach, kissing his cheeks. He stirred a little before slowly opening his eyes, looking at you in a haze. "Morning, sleepy." You greeted quietly, sitting cross-legged beside him. He sat up and you grabbed the tray, setting it on his lap. "You're the best." he mumbled tiredly, leaning over to kiss your cheek and pull you into his side. "I know." You whispered, smirking.

Tony Stark; "They're just swarming like a bunch of annoying mosquitoes." You mumbled, peering down at the street in front of Stark Tower, watching a bunch of paparazzi with their cameras. You and Tony were stood a few blocks away, just staring. "Guess today was a bad day to go out." Tony mumbled, shifting a few shopping bags in his hands. You shrugged and grabbed his hand, walking down the sidewalk and towards Stark Tower. You used your free hand to pull your sunglasses over your eyes and so did Tony. You stared straight ahead as the cameras started flashing around you and the paparazzi started asking questions. Right in front of the front of the building, Tony stopped and leaned down to kiss you passionately, leaving you flustered. You swiftly entered the lobby of the building and security held back the mob of paparazzi. "You handled that well." Tony complimented as he entered the pin in for the elevator, smirking. You rolled your eyes at him, "I've learned from the best."

Thor; "Thor, no." You shook your head at your boyfriend, crossing your arms over your chest as he tried to grab your hand. "Come {Y/N}, just one dance?" he asked, batting puppy dog eyes at you. Shaking your head again, he moved forward and took your face in his hands. He pressed his lips against yours quickly and took your dazed state to his advantage to pull you into the center of the palace ballroom. "Thor Odinson!" You exclaimed quietly, peering around at everyone. Thor just smiled at you and rested his hand on your waist, placing yours on his shoulder. He took your other hand in his and started the dance, both of you moving back and forth fluidly. "I don't understand. You're amazing at dancing yet, you never want to dance. Why?" Thor asked as he spun you under his arm. "I'm not really big on all of the attention." You replied, placing your head on his shoulder as you both slowly danced to the music. "But you deserve all the attention in the world, Princess."

Bruce Banner; "Can you take a break from all your science for a little bit, please?" You asked Bruce, leaning against the frame of the laboratory door. Bruce looked up at you, his glasses perched at the tip of his nose. "I'm sorry, pumpkin, but I need to finish this by tomorrow." he stated and you let out a frustrated noise, stomping out of the lab and down the hall to your room. You laid down on the bed, curled up while trying to hold back tears of frustration. You almost screamed when you felt an arm wrap around your waist and pull you over. You turned onto your other side and laid your head on Bruce's chest, interlocking your fingers while he ran a hand up and down your back. "I guess I can get away for a little bit." he whispered, making you smile.

Clint Barton; "Unbelievable." You mutter, staring at Clint's arrow which landed directly in the bulls eye. Your arrow was lodged into the wall a foot above your target. "Admit it, {Y/N}, you're just not as good as me." Clint says cockily, walking towards you with a smirk. You frown at him and raise your bow again, loading in an arrow. "Wrong." Clint calls out and you glance at him, glaring. He walks over to you and stands behind you, pushing your feet into the right position with his foot while turning your torso with his hands. You blush as he rests his chin on your shoulder, his breath tickling your ear. "Now aim," he says and you raise your bow. "And shoot." You let go of the arrow and watched as it flew just a few centimeters above the bulls eye. "You're almost there. Keep practicing and maybe you'll be as good as me someday. Although that's highly unlikely." Clint says, turning you towards him. "Good job, baby." Clint says, pressing a kiss to your upturned lips.