Marvel Imagines pt. 5

Passenger Princess ❤️‍🔥 Avengers AU

Song: Baltra - never let go of me.

Imagine:  everyone underestimates you, you thrive on it and so does your boyfriend.

Warnings: fluff, basic misogyny, racing.

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It started off as a joke. You playing the dumb bunny, the passenger princess. A stereotype created by the misogynistic men in this industry.

You thrive on proving them wrong though. the look on their faces is priceless, always gets the both of you going.

'I see another victim, babe...' he whispers in your ear as his arm around your waist tightens, pulling you further into him with a smirk.

'Psshh, victim... not really a victim if they're the ones getting into the mess themselves now are they?' You smirk back at him.

'So I can choose whoever I want huh?' Brock asks as his eyes lure around the group.

You keep down the urge to roll your eyes at his cocky behavior, oh how you'd like to see him fall flat on his face. So you put on your best doll eyes, trying to act nervous.

A new group of racers, Hydra, arrived not that long ago to compete in the races here. They're rookies as is clear in their driving. Compete morons with no sense of safety, the wrecks they have caused..

His eyes go around the group once more, see most of these drivers have a rep, Natasha is known for her stealth, Tony has the best car and your boyfriend and his brother are known for their speed. But not a word is uttered about you, they're all in on this little game.

His eyes stop at you, more specifically below the eyes. You jab your boyfriend in the side when you hear a low growl escape his throat.

'Her... she will race against me..' he chuckles.

'But... I don't know how! That's not fair..' you argue, putting up a high voice and big eyes. 'I barely know how to drive...'

'How isn't that fair honey? I get to choose... That's exactly why, easy win, right fellas?'

'You'll be fine baby...' Steve acts as he gives you a small push towards the customized mustang. Your Mustang.

You sit down in the seat a little awkwardly a Steve walks up to the car. 'Wait baby! This was the gas right?' You point to the wrong pedal, really selling the stereotype Brock has clearly created for you.

You can hear Brock laugh which makes you smirk at Steve, who conveniently blocks Brock's view before leaning in and kissing your lips softly. 'Good luck baby...'

'Please take a picture when he realizes..'

'I always do...' he winks.

'Okay I'm ready!' You excitedly say as you wiggle in your seat.

'Seatbelt babe!' Steve says.

'Oh right!'

God you're going to enjoy this. You turn the keys and the car roars to life just as Brock gets in his own car and follows your lead.

'This is gonna be so easy, she doesn't even know how to fucking drive-'

You rev the car making his head turn, Steve snaps the picture just in time. 'Shit...' he says as you turn to face him.

You do a little wave which turns into the middle finger, can't let the fucker go without one of course. You focus back on the road again. Revving the car with a smirk.

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'This ain't fair!' Brock immediately bolts from his car to face you. You are not intimidated in the slightest.

'Why isn't this fair honey? You chose me, didn't you?' You put in your best doll eyes as you reply, stepping out of the car and leaning against it.

'You acted like you didn't drive that well, that's misleading...'

'Is it? Or did I just enhance that misogyny you have swirling inside of you? You should've pulled your head out of your ass... just because I'm not a man... doesn't mean I don't know how to win from a loser like you...' you throw at him, making him even angrier.

But before he can do anything, your guard dog of a man steps in between you. Your hand comes up tot he small of his back to calm him slightly.. only slightly.

'Shouldn't be so cocky...'

'Tell that to the bitch-'

'What did you call her?' Steve asks lowly.

'Time to go Brock... let them have it....' Pierce tells him as he pulls Brock away from Steve.

Steve leans back and pulls you into his side with his arm around your shoulder.

'So...'

'So...' you reply. 'Dinner on me?' You grin as you show him the cash Brock had to pay. 'Hell yeah...' he chuckles, kissing your head.