Avengers Preferences and Imagines

How They Ask You Out

Tony Stark -Iron Man-

You walked out of the elevator and into Tony's main living quarters only to find it dark and empty.

"Jarvis? Where is Tony?"

"Mr. Stark is right behind you, Miss (y/l/n)."

"Jarvis!" Tony cried out, making you whip your head towards him.

He stood awkwardly in his regular suit, even though he had to wear one all the time, and held out a single red rose. 

"Is this for me?"

Tony nodded, and you gave him a small smile, "I don't like roses."

"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't kn-"

You cut Tony off by kissing his cheek, "I love roses."

"Oh thank God, Tony Stark cannot look like an idiot in front of the girl he likes."

"You already are in idio- did you say you liked me?"

"Yeah," He said and ran a hand through his hair, "I like you a lot."

"What is this? Sixth Grade?"

"No, because I have a car and I don't need someone to drive me places for our dates."

"What dates?"

He took a quick breath, "Hopefully the one you agree to."

"What are you saying?"

"(y/n) (y/l/n), will you go on a date with me?"

"I guess."

"You guess? No, this is not some small experiment, this is big! Almost as big as my-"

"Hold up! I will go on a date with you."

"I was going to say my bank account but the answer you gave works too."

"Yeah right, Stark."

"You're right I was talking about my-"

"Lets go to that date, shall we?"

"What? You don't want to hear about my-"

"Tony!"

 Steve Rodgers -Captain America- 

"What's better, a braid or a ponytail?"

"A braid."

"Why?" 

Steve gave you a pointed look, "I don't know, because it looks hard but is simple?"

"It's hard for some people."

"I messed up one time, (y/n)! One time!" 

"And I had a knot in my hair for two hours, Steve! Two hours!"

You gave Steve a cheeky grin and he simply rolled his eyes.

"Did you draw anything new?"

He nodded and you bounced on the booth's seat. You have a ten minute break from being a waitress and you decided to spend it with Steve, who you grew closer with over the past four weeks. 

He handed you a folded up piece of paper, and you unraveled it, to see it was a picture of a guy holding up a sign that said; "Will you go out with me?" and the girl that stood next to him held up a sign that was empty. 

"You're supposed to fill out the sign the girl is holding."

You looked up at Steve and took the pen he had in his hand, and messily wrote a 'Yes, I will go out with you!' in the girl's sign.