Avengers x Reader Oneshots

Christmas ~ Y/n and the Avengers

Summary: Buckle up, ladies and gents, it's a long one. I love the Christmas season, I know it isn't even December yet, but my family did our big Christmas this weekend, since a lot of us will be traveling around Christmastime, and I've been in a cozy mood ever since. And I wanted to write a Christmas story. Y/n isn't specifically paired with anyone, so you can imagine whatever you want, really. 

One peaceful, actually quiet for once evening in New York, the Avengers have had a day off. It's the first time they've all been in the compound together in a few months, since they often only saw each other in passing, running from mission to mission, chasing down the latest baddie. After their capture, no one felt like doing anything hard or stressful. Plus, it's Christmas.

You're in the kitchen with Wanda, who's trying to teach you how to cook, but you're absolutely lost. You stop chopping vegetables for a second to glance around the room.

You see Steve and Bucky sitting on a couch by a large window. Steve's sketching something outside in his little sketchbook, and Bucky is napping with his head on Steve's shoulder. You look a little closer and laugh a little. It looks like Bucky's wearing one of Steve's old ugly Christmas sweaters. You smile softly, happy that they finally found each other again, and are comfortable enough to be themselves around the rest of you. 

You keep looking around the room, and see Peter hanging from the ceiling, helping Nat hang up a few last-minute Christmas lights and decorations, since nobody really had time to do it before. They finish up with the last strand of twinkling lights, and Peter jumps down from the ceiling. He puts his hands on his hips and looks around, proud of the work. He looks to Nat to see what she thinks, and she laughs, puts an arm around his shoulders, and ruffles his hair. He grins up at her, and you feel your heart melt a little bit.

A door opens, and Thor and Bruce come in from outside, covered in snow, but smiling. They're carrying armfuls of chopped wood, and stack it by the fireplace while chatting and laughing. Peter says something you can't quite make out, and points at the decorations he's just put up with Nat. He's still grinning, and Thor lets out a booming laugh before pulling him into a hug.

You let out a little sigh of happiness and close your eyes, trying to commit this feeling, this environment, this, well, everything, to memory. You hear soft violin music playing in a different room, and recognize Clint's playing.(one of my favorite headcanons is that Clint has chromesthesia or similar even though he's deaf (or hard of hearing, depending on who you ask.) and I love the idea of him playing violin, mostly because it has a bow XD) You don't quite recognize the song, and assume it's something he's been working on.

Wanda nudges you, "Hey, I need those chopped," and points at the pile of carrots and potatoes, plus a few things you don't recognize, on your cutting board. 

"Right, sorry" you say, and go back to chopping your vegetables. You're almost done when Pietro comes in. (Yes, in this AU nobody dies, your girl lives in denial.) He smiles at you, then walks over to Wanda, who's stirring a bubbling pot over the stove. They exchange a few words in Sokovian, and Pietro tries to sneak a taste of the soup when Wanda isn't looking. She catches him, of course, and smacks his hand away from the pot, scolding him in their native tongue. You laugh, and carry your board of chopped vegetables over to Wanda and give them to her. 

"Thanks, Y/n/n," she says giving you a warm smile, "I think the cookies are almost done, will you check for me?"

"Sure," you tell her, and head over to the ovens. Yes, ovens plural. You weren't sure why you needed three ovens, but it was nice when you were making this many batches of cookies. The cookies were, in fact, done. You grab a few oven mitts and pull out the ones that are finished, setting them on the table to cool.