Marvel/Supernatural Preferences

County Fair pt. 1

Avengers:

Tony:

"Wake up, Sleepy Head," you yell at Tony, bouncing up and down.

"Five more minutes," he mutters.

"No, Tony.".

"Why?".

You just grin, then you push him off the bed.

"I'm up, (Y/N), what's important," he asks.

"There's a fair in town," you say happily.

"(Y/N), why do you want to go to the fair," he asks.

You sigh.

"(Y/N), we will go, but let me get dressed.".

"Tony, all you need is jeans, a t-shirt and tennis shoes," you sigh.

"Alright," he says, then he kisses your forehead.

You squeal with delight as he stalks towards the bathroom you share knowing he'd keep his word. After five minutes you were already dressed in a Florida Georgia Line t-shirt, a pair of blue stone washed jeans and a light blue pair of Converse One Star shoes.

"Anthony Stark, get your ass out here," you holler at Tony.

He walked out in an AC/DC t-shirt, jeans and and a black and white pair of Converse shoes.

"Let's go, (Y/N)," he says smiling.

You grin like a coyote, taking his left hand and leading him to the elevator.

Today was going to be a good day for both of you.

Steve:

"(Y/N), get up," you hear Steve say cheerfully.

"What," you moan, trying to get comfortable again.

"There's a county fair starting today," he says, smiling.

You jump up, excitement in your (e/c) eyes. You had been to almost twelve county fairs, but this was the second time going with Steve.

"Give me a moment," you ask, grabbing a blue New York Giants t-shirt, a pair of denim shorts and Nike tennis shoes.

Steve smiled after you stepped out of the bathroom with your (h/c) hair up in a messy bun and a pair of Panama Jack aviator sunglasses sitting on top of your head.

"I'm ready, Steve," you say, grabbing your wallet.

"Okay," Steve says, placing a New York Jets baseball cap on his head.

You shake your head as you stare at him, then you laugh which causes him to laugh.

You two walk out your front door, making sure you have your house keys with you.

Clint:
You and Clint were asleep when the door to your room was flung open. Suddenly your five year old niece and four year old nephew burst through the door and jumped on top of you.

"Mallory Mackenzie and Ryan Lee, what have I told you about jumping on me and Uncle Clint," you say, your voice raising slightly.

"Sorry, Auntie (Y/N), we just wanted to get you up for Auntie Tasha because she wants to talk to you," Ryan says, a puppy look on his face.

"Clint, entertain Mallory and Ryan," you ask, throwing back the covers.

"No," Clint mutters, hogging the covers.

"Clinton Barton, get your sorry butt up now, or we won't go to the fair later," you shout, punching him in the upper back.

"Geez, (Y/N), do you have to be violent," Clint asks.

"No," you say.

"Auntie (Y/N) are we seriously going to the fair later," Ryan asks.

"Yes, Sweetie, but let me get ready and talk to Auntie Tasha," you say, smiling at them.

After thirty minutes of talking with Natasha, it turned out everyone wanted to go to the fair. You told them to be ready in an hour, so you all could go.

Once everyone left the tower, no one could stop chatting about the things they wanted to do.