Avengers Preferences

Your Friendship

(A/N: Don't hate me... But these are gonna be shorter than the last ones. I promise the next one'll be great!)

Steve: You guys were basically inseparable. You did everything together, and it drove the other Avengers nuts. You were always talking about your latest thing you'd done, and everyone would just sigh. Once, Tony was so finished, he just said, "Oh, get married already." The others laughed, but you and Steve exchanged glances. He was a good boy, yes, but you brought out the little bad that was left in him. So, innocently, Steve said, "Well, we've been meaning to tell you..." The reaction when they found out you guys were lying? A black eye on each of you and some small cuts everywhere else.

Tony: You guys were friends for a really long time. You still had your doubts about him being a playboy, so you wanted to go slower than you normally would. But whenever the others got the chance (not Steve, though, he's too nice) they'd lie to any magazine they could and say you were dating. You'd blush profusely when interviewers would ask the question, but Tony would usher you away and binge watch advance Supernatural seasons with you. You guys were best friends, but didn't really show it that much, per your requests.

Bruce: He was very distant for a long time. When you got accepted as a SHIELD agent in the science division, you were placed under his watch. When you did start becoming friends, it was over terrible science jokes that drove everyone else in the department crazy. Eventually, he warmed up to you and you hung out a lot. Whether it was in the library, or in the lab, people found you guys together often. But you'd never been to each other's houses. It was a quirk you had.

Clint: He never really talked to you. Sometimes he'd smile on his way to the training room, but other than that, you guys didn't really bond until after your first kiss.

Thor: You'd run into him often (almost too often) and he'd help you with whatever you were trying to accomplish. He was like a huge kid, and you liked that. One day, you asked him if he wanted to have lunch at this really awesome place you'd found, and with ease, he lifted you on his shoulders and said, "Tell me where it is, fair maiden, and we shall go!" Turns out, he already knew this place and it was a frequent for the Avengers. He afterwards took you to Avengers Tower and yelled out for all of them to hear, "This is Lady Y/N! She knows of shawarma and has now become my best friend!" They all greeted you with warm smiles, that you "didn't see."

Loki: You still hated him. You never wanted to see him again. But he was hilarious- and he had great hair. You were torn between hating him, and loving him to death. You had stupidly gone to Natasha who had to restrain herself from slapping you. Eventually, you gave into your desires and went to go see him. "Well, well, it's Y/L/N. What brings you here, mortal?" he said, obviously uninterested. "Loki... I... I... Goodness, I don't know how to say this."
"Ugh, yes, I'll be your friend, you idiot girl. Now come in, I just fixed popcorn and am going to watch something on Netflix." And that, was how your best friendship was first formed.

Bucky: He didn't really speak to you. But you'd see him in the streets and try to catch up to him and he'd run away successfully, with him being the faster of the two of you. Finally, at one point you caught him and gripped tight on his arm. "Talk to me! NOW," you snapped. He reluctantly walked beside you. You didn't really have a clue where to take him. You hadn't planned on catching him, and you weren't so good with split second decisions. You settled on the Captain America exhibit at the museum. "No, no, no I can't do that." he said. "Soldier... Get your butt in that museum." you pointed to the door. "I-I-I just can't."
"Oh, why not, Mr. Hotshot?"
"I think... I pretty sure that I'm... Well, see for yourself." He pulled up the baseball cap long enough for you to see his face.
"You're... Oh my, you're Bucky-"
"Look, not right now, I'll meet with you later, here's my number. But please don't say anything. Okay?" he handed you a slip a paper and you nodded. Poor guy, poor, poor Bucky, pitted against his own best friend.
You met many times after that, and even helped him remember who he actually was. You were his wingman, and he was yours. You relied on each other, and without you, he'd never have met Steve again.