Avengers Imagines

You wake him up - Chapter 19

I doubled up the chapter numbers but who's judging. *mallet slams down* guilty.

Loki

It was way too hot in your bed next to Loki. He obviously was fine because he had his shirt off and was down to his underwear but you were in your bra and panties and still it was too hot.

"Loki." You whispered and he mumbled a 'yes?' Under his breath, "I'm too hot."

"Oh I know that my love, I can barely keep my hands off you." He retorted and you just groaned at his compliments.

"Please. I'm dying." You moaned and a sudden chill over took you. Your body temperature went back to normal and you felt much better that night.

Pietro

It was around midnight and you couldn't hear a single sound in Stark Tower. You couldn't sleep and the only way you normally did was having someone else distract you.

You knew Pietro was on the same floor at you, so you got up and began to walk towards your boyfriends room. You made it towards his bedroom door and knocked softly. It probably took 3 seconds for him to appear at the door with anger at first but when he saw you it disappeared.

"I can't sleep." You mumbled and he tugged you inside with a small grin.

"You just wanted a reason to see me shirtless." Even when he was half asleep he was quicker then you.

"Yeah that too." You climbed into bed with him and snuggled into his build chest. Listening to his heart beat normally calmed you down so right now you were doing that.

As he ran his fingers through your tangled hair, your eyes slowly slipped shut and your quiet breathing filled the room.

Bucky

You tried to poke him in the side, wanting for him to wake up. You didn't even touch him and he opened his eyes and playfully glared at you.

You pouted like a puppy and he only scoffed at your attempts to get him to stay up longer with you. Possibly marathon all night?

"What do you need, darling?" He mumbled and you propped yourself on an elbow and softly traced a line along his metal arm.

"I'm not tired." You pouted and his eyes closed again with a sigh.

"Would you like to be tired?" He asked rhetorically but you nodded your head and he opened his eyes, "really?"

He drew you in for a rough kiss and your hands ran all over his shirt. Let's just say you both fell asleep after your night.

Steve

You couldn't sleep because the nightmares you've been having are getting worse and every time you close your eyes, you're scared they're going to make you insane. Tonight was one of those sleepless nights and you stared at the bare ceiling as your boyfriend Steve Rogers stirred next to you.

"Y/N?" He asked and read the digital clock on the bedside, "it's late, why don't you get some sleep?"

"I have nightmares." He drew you into his muscly chest and stroked your hair to most likely make you sleepy enough to fall asleep in his arms.

"I won't let anything get you,

I promise."

Tony

The stars were too much to ignore and normally at night tony left the glass as glass and let the moonlight stream through. He always told you that his love for you reached further than the farthest galaxy out there and you always kissed him in pure love.

Tonight you were sitting on the balcony, wrapped up in 4 blankets because of the chilly NewYork air. You were stargazing but you could barely see anything from the light pollution. So you got Jarvis to recreate the universe.

You were watching the stars with different colours and galaxies with thousands of different solar systems in them continued to revolve around you.

"Hey, baby." Tony sounded tired and yawned, he was also wrapped up in a blanket because he was probably wearing just boxers under the fluffy Doona, "What're doing?"

"Stare gazing." You answered simply and tugged him down beside you, you both marvelled parts of the universe together and slowly you were asleep on a balcony with Tony Stark.

Bruce

Okay maybe. Just maybe you had too much sugar, adults can have sugar highs too. 

It was probably 2 in the morning and everyone in the tower was sleeping but you were watching The Simpsons. The reason; no idea.

You giggled at the antics of Homer Simpson's humour when a set of footsteps interrupted your concentration.

"Why are you awake?" Bruce wondered aloud and you turned around in your pile of blankets to see your Banner standing in the middle of the room with a confused expression on his face.

"I wasn't tired."

He dismissed this with a raise of his eyebrows but gestured for you to come with him. Of course, you could never say no. So you turned off the TV and followed your boyfriend back to your room where you slept for the rest of the night.

Thor

It hit you like a freight train and suddenly you were on your feet. You didn't expect it but when it did you knew where you had to be. The kitchen. Eating ice cream.

Slowly as you could you unwrapped Thor's arm from around your waist and slipped out of the covers. He stirred beside you but that's all that he did. You tiptoed out of the bedroom and made your way towards the kitchen where you could see the fridge, illuminated by a single spotlight.

You glided over to the freezer like you were a princess about to find her happy ever after. Opening the fridge you spotted it, your happily ever after. You gripped it tight and walked over to the marble bench top you had and

"What are you doing?" A voice asked and you let out a Tiny scream. The ice cream dropped from your grasp and into the floor where it fell out of the carton and began to melt.

Your hopes and dreams of your happy ever after ended right there. It was like a tragic Shakespeare play and you were the victim.

"My ice cream." You gasped and Thor continued to sleepily blink at it, "Thor my ice cream!"

By then you were hysterical and pointing at the ice cream and your empty freezer. He walked over and cleaned up the remains which you continued to sulk on the kitchen bench.

"Alright, back to bed." He proclaimed with a small smile and you set your jaw and glared.

"No." He didn't seem fazed by your answer and simply threw you over his shoulder, walking towards the bedroom. But you couldn't complain because the view was spectacular.

Clint

It was around 3 am and your eyes were slowly drifting shut but as determined as ever you kept on typing with a coffee in your left hand and your other hand typing away.

"Y/N?" A sleepy voice questioned from your right and you turned to see Clint squinting at the laptop screen, "What time is it?"

"Around 3." You answered without missing and beat, with a groan he closed the laptop and grabbed the almost empty coffee out of your hand,
placing them both on his bedside table.

"Clint," you whined and attempted to grab your laptop back. But trying to get something off an assassin was like trying to outswim a shark. Good luck. "I need to finish it-"

"You need to sleep," he mumbled and pulled you down into the blankets with him, "your on a mission in 3 hours you idiot."

You almost forgot about that minor detail.