Avengers Imagines

You get frustrated - Chapter 3

If you thought this was about sexual frustration think again.

Bruce

"I don't get it!" You cried out in frustration and slammed your pen down onto the cold metal bench you were working on.

"What don't you get?" Bruce inquired from behind a clear screen that was lit up with blue writing everywhere. Ironically you didn't understand that either.

"I don't even understand what I don't understand." You groaned and rested your head on your arms that were folded in front of you in the lab. You needed a break, maybe a break from shield in general.

"You want me to explain it?" He asked and came to your side, rubbing your back and neck soothingly which made you relax and let out a sigh.

"Yes please."

Tony

You boyfriend had let you try to use his iron man suit. Try being the keyword in the previous statement but it was like the suit had it out for you. You couldn't stay balanced, the beams wouldn't fire from your hands and the helmet was more confusing than your sexuality. 

You pulled off the helmet in exasperation and decided to finally ask Tony for some much-needed help.

You searched the house for him and found him down in his lab, working on another suit which you really didn't mind.

"Tony." He turned and saw you pouting at him with small puppy dog eyes that he had never resisted before.

"What's up, buttercup?"

"The suit hates me."

A laugh escaped his throat and you crossed your arms over your chest feeling embarrassed you even asked.

"Don't be embarrassed baby, what's the problem?" A more soothing tone took over his voice and a slightly amused expression took over his features.

"I can't do anything except talk to Jarvis."

He smirked and turned back to his bench, sparks flew everywhere as he continued to work.

"That's good because I locked you out of my suits, you're not getting yourself hurt, babe. Not because of my suits."

Thor

You didn't understand what the deal was with Thor's hammer and why you couldn't lift it. Come on, maybe you did one bad thing when you were little, putting sand in your friend's hair didn't count right? Right?!

"What are you doing?" Thor asked and saw yourself trying to pick his hammer up from the coffee table. It obviously wasn't working anytime soon so you sat back on the couch and just stared at mjölnir. Maybe you could make it feel guilty and it would let you lift it.

"Here," Thor said and placed your hand on the hammer and rested his hand on yours. It lifted and you gasped in surprise which made your boyfriend let out a round of laughter.

"I lifted it!" You bragged and poked thor in the chest, "you didn't have anything to do with that because I was the only one touch it."

"Well done." He laughed and continued to let his skin lightly touch the hammer so you didn't know.

Clint

"Stupid arrow, go straight!" You screamed and for the fifth time in a row, your arrow landed just outside the target, "I didn't ask for this."

Your boyfriend Clint walked into the archery range on the Heli-carrier and leant against the doorway, inspecting your every move like the hawk he was named after.