Fandom Imagines

Avengers Preference

How you meet:

Tony Stark/Iron Man:
"Pepper!" You called as you opened the large door to the stark mansion. Today was your birthday, you had come to pick up your friend pepper for the small get together.
"Pepper!"
You shut the door, your mouth was wide open gaping at the sheer size of the house.
"Damn." You mutter as you run your finger tips along the expensive furniture.
"You like it?"
You jumped at the voice, turning around so fast that you dropped your phone.
The man pointed to the broken technology on the floor.
"I'll pay for that."
You let out a nervous laugh.
"It's fine." You pick up the phone.
"You don't need to-" your cut off when your entire screen falls off the phone shattering into thousands of pieces.
"Well, yeah that'd be great."
"Sorry about that." he put out his hand for you to shake.
"Tony stark."
You gladly took his hand.
" [Y/N] [Y/L/N] "
He gave you a lop sided smile, making you blush.
" [Y/N]! "
Pepper ran up to you and engulfed you in a big hug.
"Pepper! It's great to see you."
You glanced at tony again, then immediately looked down.
"Let's get going." Pepper said.

Steve Rogers/Captain America:
"Tony I don't want to meet anyone." You groan. Your best, and only friend, Tony Stark has insisted you meet one of his friends.
Even though You are perfectly content with being anti social and awkward.
"Oh, c'mon [Y/N] you need to get out more."
You groaned loudly.
"I don't need friends, I have Books."
You flash your newest copy of
The Maze Runner In his face.
"Not the same thing." He says, moving the book away from him.
"I don't want to meet anyone."
Just then the door bell rang through the house.
"Too late you have to meet him he's here."
"No!" You yelled abruptly standing up, making a break for the stairs.
"Jarvis, make sure she stays in the room!" As soon as the words left his mouth, the only exit closed.
"Oh, come on tony!"
The door opened and you heard footsteps.
You slowly crept out from behind the wall.
You eyes widened when you saw how good looking the man was.
You glanced down at your attire.
Black sweat pants and a Doctor Who tee-shirt.
You rapidly attempted to make your self look decent, straightening your clothes, patting down your hair.
The man simply laughed.
"It's okay you look fine."
You blushed madly as there was a awkward silence that filled the room.
Tony continued to stand with a smug look on his face.
"I like your pajamas."
Your blush grew brighter
( if that was even possible. )
"I'm [Y/N] [Y/L/N]"
The man smiled.
"Steve Rogers."

Bruce Banner/The Hulk:
You were told to bring some of Tony Stark's old science stuff to a man named Dr. banner.
It was almost three boxes filled with papers, and test tubes. You couldn't see in front of you and you thought your legs were going to give out.
Why did you wear heels today?
Your knees buckled and finally gave way.
"Ah!" You yelped as you fell on all of the lab work.
Papers flew everywhere, crowding your vision.
Your arms and legs flailed about trying to stop the impending paper cuts.
"Are you alright miss?" A voice asked you. Someone grabbed your hand and pulled you up out of the hurricane of office supplies.
"I-I'm alright." You stuttered trying to regain your balance.
"I believe that was my research."
You eyes widened.
"Your doctor Banner!? Oh my god I am so sorry, I fell, ill clean this up I'm so sorry."
He laughed lightly.
"It's fine..."
"[Y/N], [Y/N] [Y/L/N]"
He smiled.
"Beautiful name."
You blushed
"Thank you."
The two of you just stood there smiling like idiots at each other for a while before Dr. Banner spoke up.
"I'll help you clean this up." He said
You smiled gratefully

Clint/Hawkeye:
You closed one eye. pulled back the string.
This was it.
You were going to make it this time.
Your fingers released the cord and the arrow went flying through the air with a soft wizzing noise.

And landed ten feet away from your target and hit a tree.
"Oh come on! I aimed at it!" You threw the bow to the ground.
"Why wont you work you stupid, little, stupid thing!" You took one step forward, forgetting you had thrown the bow to the ground, tripped and fell on it.
You groaned in pain. and squinted your eyes to the bright sun. You let out a sigh finally giving up and laying on the ground.
Just then, the scorching bright sun, was blocked by a shadow. A person.
"Having trouble?" He mystery man asked.
"Maybe." you huffed.
He offered his hand, which you gladly took.
Once you were on your feet, you brushed the dirt off of your clothes.
"Who are you then?"
"Clint Barton. You?"
"[Y/N] [Y/L/N]"
he smiled.
"Well [Y/N] [Y/L/N], would you like me to teach you how to shoot an arrow?"
You glanced down at the bow and arrows on the ground.
"Yeah."

Loki Laufeyson:

Welcome to the black parade by My Chemical Romance.

You shoved your, rather expensive, headphones on in attempt to tune out the rest of the world.
The song played loudly in your ears. Putting you in a slightly happier mood.
You glanced at the people around you, their mouths moved but you couldn't hear any noise other than the song.
You sighed and look back down at your phone. It was getting late now, not that you had anywhere to go.
Your finger traced the edge of the phone until it came to the small lip, pushing down on it the screen went black.
With a yawn you looked up, shoving the phone back into your pocket.
Your eyes widened when you saw the entire crowd around you had knelt down. You spin around trying to find who they were bowing to.
You froze when you saw a, rather handsome man, with long hair and very...interesting style in clothes.
He was looking directly at you.
His lips were moving.
Is he talking to you?
No, it doesn't look like he's talking.
Is he yelling?
You slowly remove the headphones.
"What?" You asked shyly.
The man composed himself.
"What is your name, mortal."
you raised your eye brows.
"[Y/L/N], [Y/N] [Y/L/N]"
A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
"Loki Laufeyson. I believe we are going to have a lot of fun [Y/N]."
He held out his hand to you.
You hesitated for a moment before taking it.
"This will probably be the worst mistake of my life, won't it."
You asked turning to Loki.
"Yes, Probably."

Thor:
"Who are you!?" You yelled, clawing at the mans arm that was wrapped securely around your neck.
"Loki Laufeyson, god of mischief"
You flailed your arms violently, stomping your feet.
"Well Loki Laufeyson, do me a favor and get the hell away from me!"
You screamed.
His grip on your neck tightened.
"Quiet mortal." He hissed.
You huffed in exasperation, finally giving up. You shut your eyes tight.
This was it, you were going to die.
You lived a good life, you never got to skydive while eating a burrito, or win an Olympic gold metal. 
"Let her go." A deep voice bellowed.
Your eyes snapped open.
"I do not think that's going to happen, brother."
You looked up at Loki.
"I'm really sorry in advance." You say.
"Sorry for wha-" you cut him off by elbowing him with all your might, in that special place.
He cried out in pain, releasing you.
You smiled proudly. before walking over to the man with long blonde hair.
"Sibling trouble?" You ask, with a playful smile.
"That was very brave of you-"
"[Y/N] [Y/L/N]"
He smiles.
"That was very brave of you lady
[Y/N]."

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