Avengers Imagines/Preferences

Your First Date

Steve
"Are you sure this is edible?" You poked the food in front of you with a fork.

Steve laughed. "It's delicious, I promise. I had it with the team once."

"Right. The Avengers." Your mind whirled. Your brother had loved Captain America and had freaked out after they'd defrosted him, clamoring to meet him and ask him all about his genes and did he remember anything from the ice? did you think he would be nice? would he want someone to teach him about the modern world?

You'd laughed. "The day any of us meet Captain America is the day I listen to Justin Bieber on repeat for a year."

You groaned inside your head. Better go start downloading some crappy songs. . .

Almost absentmindedly, you reached for the schwarma (what the hell kind of name was schwarma?) and took a bite.

"Wow," you muttered, feeling the taste hit your taste buds. "That's actually pretty good."

Steve laughed. "I told you."

You smiled and dug in.

"I like that," he suddenly said, watching you. (He'd already demolished his.)

"Mmm?" you questioned, mouth full.

"You are. . .a balance. You don't eat delicately and pick at your food like girls in the 40's. But you don't stuff pounds of food like I've seen girls do here." He shrugged.

You swallowed so you could burst out laughing. "What girl have you seen in this time that stuffs tons of food in her mouth? Girls don't even usually eat here."

Steve frowned. "That seems unhealthy."

"Tell me about it!"

"Um, they wouldn't be getting the necessary nutrients, so they'd be very tired all the time?"

"What?"

"You said to tell you about it."

You laughed. "No, it's a saying. Like, 'I know, right?'"

Steve shook his head. "The modern world."

He was such a gentleman, with a dry sense of humor and a kindness that was shocking in this age. Plus, he was absolutely gorgeous.

Finally, when you glanced at your watch and exclaimed that you had to get home, he smiled and shyly asked for your phone number. Gladly, you wrote it down on a napkin and he put it in his pocket, promising to call you soon.

Bucky
Bucky asked you if he wanted to grab a bite to eat after meeting him in the museum. After quickly telling your friend that you had met a guy, you departed with him. He took you to the museum restaurant, glanced around, and walked out. When you questioned after that, he muttered shyly that there were too many people in there and he couldn't be comfortable. Instead, he took you to a tiny little burger joint a few blocks away.

Despite how axe-murder-y the whole thing seemed, you felt inexplicably safe with him.

Once you arrived, he spoke to the waitress with a sense of familiarity. Turned out he'd come here for food often after breaking free of Hydra's brainwashing. After all, where else could he have gone?