Avenger Imagines/Preferences!

He Catches You Staring At Him

Tony: You were down in the lab with Tony, watching him quietly as he worked, typing up lesson plans on your laptop every once in a while. "Y/N?" Tony mutters, reaching for one of his tools blindly.

"What?"

"Stop staring at my ass..."

"I am not staring at your ass!"

"Yes, you are. I can see you looking at it from the corner of my eyes! And if you would stop, that would be great, because it is making me quite uncomfortable...." he mumbles.

"Whatever, Tony," you say, gathering up your stuff and making your way upstairs, although not before you give Tony's butt a little swat.

Steve: Steve was helping you paint your new house. You had gone to get a bottle of water from the fridge and when you come back you stop dead in your tracks. You try desperately to hold in your laughter, staring at him. "What?" He asks, taking a swig from his own bottle of water.

"Did you put on your war paint, Steve?" You ask. Steve had red streaks on his cheeks where he must've rubbed his face with his paint-covered hands.

"What?" He asks, clearly confused as to what the hell you were talking about.

"You have paint. All over your face," you say, touching the wet paint on his face.

"Yeah?" Steve touched your face with his hand. "Now, you do too."

You squealed at the odd substance on your face. "Steve!"

He just kissed you lightly on the lips before continuing the paint job.

Thor: You watched Thor eat in silence. He had something in his beard and it was really beginning to irk you. Whatever it was kept distracting you from your own food. "Lady Y/N, what is wrong?" Thor asks, swallowing his food down.

"You have a little something," you mutter, motioning to the spot in his beard.

Thor just looked at you like a lost puppy. You release a heavy sigh before practically climbing across the table, grabbing your napkin and wiping his face. You flopped back down in your chair and peacefully returned to your dinner with Thor staring at you with such a confused face like he didn't know what happened.

Bruce: You were over at Tony's with Bruce. You were in the kitchen with Pepper {Sorry, Tony girls.} drying the dishes left over from dinner. "You have to, Bruce!" You hear Tony yell.

"But, I'm not ready! I-I'm too nervous!" Bruce says.

"Why? There's nothing to be scared about!"

"What if she says no?!"

"Bruce, you and Y/N have been together for three years. She's stuck around with you and the other guy for that long, I highly doubt she'll say no!" Tony shouts, his voice echoing around the building.

You peak your head in the living room, staring at Bruce with a puzzled look on your face. "Shut up! She's going to hear you!"

"Good! Maybe she'll tell you yes and you can stop worrying about the whole crazy idea that she'll say no!" He gives you a smirk. "In fact, she's here right now."

"Y-Y/N...." He mutters when he sees you staring.

"Hi..." You mumble quietly.

"Why are you staring?"

"Why are you talking about me?"

"Reasons...."

"Then my answer is the same as yours."

Pietro: You were over at Pietro's. He was making you dinner. You were sitting at the table, doodling on a napkin when you heard him groan. You looked up at him as he took his t-shirt off. Your eyes widened and your cheeks heated up as the black shirt was peeled away to reveal a very nice 6-pack. "Stupid cooking," he grumbled, examining a stain on the material.

You peered over your glasses. "Holy...." You mutter quietly.

Pietro laughed lightly. "Like what you see, Princess?" He said, moving the shirt to give you a full view of his abs.

"Like might be putting the matter lightly..."

He smirked at you. "Maybe I just shouldn't put a different shirt on if you enjoy it that much," he said, turning back around to finish dinner.

Clint: When you woke up, Clint was still asleep. You looked over at him lazily, blinking a few times to gather your surroundings. When your eyes finally adjusted, they widened quickly. Clint's hair was sticking up in every direction except the right one. You made a bad attempt to fix it, trying to not wake up Clint. Honestly, the more you looked at his hair, the more it made you want to laugh. You had never seem Clint not groomed and it was so weird having his hair not neat and tidy like normal.

His eyes fluttered open and he just stared at you. "Stop laughing at me..." He whined.

"It's just.... your hair," you said through giggles.

"Shut up," he muttered, burying his face back in his pillow. "I'm going to take a shower. Get it under control. Make you stop staring." He pushed himself slowly out of bed to head to the bathroom.

You couldn't take your eyes off the mess of brown hair on top of his head. "Stop staring at it!" He shouts.

"I'm not!"

Bucky: You were sitting in the kitchen, enjoying the warmth the mug of coffee brought to your hands. "Morning, beautiful," Bucky mumbled, pecking your cheek as he came into the kitchen.

"Good morning...." You mumble, staring at him in confusion. He had on his black muscle shirt, boxers, and a pair of running shoes.

"You okay?"

"Yeah. Are you?"

"I think so..." He mumbles, pouring himself a cup of coffee.

"Bucky?"

"Yeah?"

"Did you plan on going jogging with Steve in your boxers today?"

"What?" He asks, giving you a look as if you have three heads.

You motioned for him to look down. He did as you implied, he kept his head down so his hair could hide his pink cheeks as he marched back to the bedroom. He came back out a moment later, tugging a pair of shorts on. "That's better."

THAT BEAUTIFUL CREATURE BY THE NAME OF SEBASTIAN STAN COOKING IN HIS BOXERS WAS THE INSPIRATION FOR THE BUCKY ONE. DON'T ASK ME WHY SEBBY IS COOKING IN HIS BOXERS BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW. JUST ENJOY THE SHEER CUTENESS THAT IS MY DARLING, SEBBY.