Avenger Imagines/Preferences!

He Embarrasses Your Child

Clint: "What do you mean, Mackenzie has a date?!" Clint shouted at you.

"She's 16, Clint. She is plenty old enough to go on a date. I went on a date with you when I was 16!"

"It's different!"

"How?!"

"She's my baby girl!" Clint shouted.

You heard the doorbell. "That's him. Be nice!" You warn, going to get your daughter as Clint went to get the door.

As Mackenzie followed you to the door, you saw Clint standing there, talking to your daughters boyfriend. "Now, you should know that I never miss, so, if you hur-"

"Dad!" your daughter shouts.

"Clint!" You warn.

"What?" He asks innocently.

"Go. Take him away before your dad murders him," you say, pushing Mackenzie towards the door.

"Why is he so embarrassing?" She grumbles.

"He does it because he loves you. Now, go."

Tony (You have adopted at this point): Your son had called you, saying he needed a ride home after football practice. "Well, your dad was supposed to be there..."

"I don't see his car.." Your son muttered.

"Let me ask JARVIS where he is."

"Okay."

"JARVIS?" You called.

"Yes, ma'am?"

"Do you know where Tony's at?"

"He is circling around the high school."

You laughed. "Mom?" Your son asks. "Did you find out where Dad is?"

"Look up."

"Oh no...." You heard your son mutter. "Mom, get your butt to the school. Now."

"No, no, no. You can have your dad pick you up."

You hear him groan and hang up.

Bruce: Amanda had her boyfriend over. Bruce had walked up stairs to check on her. "This door is not supposed to closed, young lady!" You heard Bruce shout. You poked your head out of your office and watched as he opened the door. You heard your daughter scream and you heard Bruce scream. "Y/N!!" Bruce yelled.

You sighed, standing and walking towards your husband. He met you half way, one false move and he was going green. You put a hand on his forearm and just looked him in the eyes. "Calm down. Deep breathes. Why don't you go sit downstairs with Lucy? I'll take care of this."

"Okay..." He kissed your cheek before stomping down the stairs.

You walked toward Amanda's room to see her red-faced boyfriend tugging his jeans back on. "I would go. Her father is the Hulk and I don't think you want to be here when he gets angry."

"Yes, Mrs. Banner," he said, pushing past you, running down the stairs, and out the door.

Amanda's face was bright red. "I'm sorry, Mom."

"Save it for your father, Amanda."

Pietro: Your husband was definitely active in your daughter's life at school. He was known as 'The PTO Dad'. He willingly signed up to chaperone her 8th grade dance.

They had left about an hour ago. Your phone started to ring. "Hello?" You say.

"Mother.... How dare you give birth to me!" Evelyn shouts.

"Oh, I'm sorry that you were an impatient baby that just had to be born."

"Why did you have to marry Dad?"

"What's he doing this time?"

"He just started doing the whip..."

"Video it for me."

"Mom!"

"One day you will laugh."

"Not now! Mother, he is embarrassing me!"

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. The dance will be over soon. I think you can make it for another hour."

Thor: Thor had just gotten his first phone. Your son had a few of his friends over. Thor stood at the top of the stairs that led down to the basement where the boys were playing video games. "My son! I need your assistance!" Thor thundered.

"Ask Mom..." He mumbled, eyes trained on the screen.

"Your mother is busy."

Wyatt paused the game, the others groaning. "I know..." he grumbled, stomping up the stairs.

"Why is the infernal device not turning on!?"

"The battery is dead..."

"How do I resurrect it?"

"You plug it in..."

"Plug it into what?"

"Oh my God, Dad, give me the phone. You're embarrassing me. I'll call you when it's charged."

"Alright, my son!"

Steve (you had another kid. A girl named Caitlyn.): Your daughter was getting ready to go out with her friends. Her friends were sitting in the living room, waiting for Caitlyn. She came running down the stairs in a crop top and shorts. Steve was immediately on his feet. "Where do you think you're going dressed like that?" He demanded.

"Out..."

"Go put some actual clothes on!"

"Dad, these are clothes! You bought them for me!"

"Why in God's name would I do that?! Go change! Put on a t-shirt or something!"

Her friends were snickering quietly where they sat. "Why are you so embarrassing!"

"Just go change!"

"Fine!" Caitlyn stomped up stairs and to her bedroom, slamming the door.

"Caitlyn Tate Rogers, we do not slam doors in this household!"

"Whatever!" She shouted, coming down the stairs a moment later in a long sleeve shirt. She stomped out the door behind her friends.