Avengers: Preferences and Imagines

How You Met (Clint, Bruce, Pietro, Bucky)

~Clint~

Easy breaths...

In...Out...In

Release.

You were at the archery shooting range, practicing for an upcoming Olympic event. You were aiming at getting gold in the archery section that year, and needed to practice every chance you got. You let arrows fly, gaining a bullseye every time.

In...Out...In

Relea-

"You know it's easier if you don't close your eyes." You dropped your arrow abruptly, and turned to face a grinning, dirty blond haired, man behind you.

"Excuse me?"

"I said, it's easier if you shoot with your eyes open." The guy repeated, holding his gaze on yours.

"I know what you said, but I am an Olympic archer. I think my strategies are ones you shouldn't concern yourself with."

The guy chuckled. "Well, you're quite the confident one aren't you. I'm Clint." He stuck out his hand.

You closed your eyes, and without even turning around, shot a bullseye. You reached out to shake Clint's hand, who was now completely awestuck.

"(Y/N)."

~Bruce~

"Alright, class! Please be settled while we're walking through the building. I managed to get us a tour, but only under certain circumstances. You have to be entirely quiet and well behaved. That means no rough housing. I'm talking to you, Percy and Jason. Now, follow me inside please."

You, Professor (L/N) of Harvard, lead your class into the famous building known as Stark tower. You were the youngest professor to teach at Harvard, and the class you taught was Chemistry. You had gotten your PhD in Teaching and your Masters degree in chemistry, so when Harvard had asked you to become a Professor, you eagerly accepted.

Now, you were going to meet with some of the best scientists of the century. Tony Stark and Bruce Banner. Your class remained silent as everyone entered the elevator, and went to the 32nd floor, where the lab was located.

Once you were out of the elevator, Tony Stark came forward and shook your hand. "It's very nice to meet you, Professor."

You nodded back at him. "And the same to you. I've always admired your work. Thank you for letting our class come to visit."

Tony smiled. "It's not a problem. Bruce! Come over here!"

You saw a man with dark curly hair and glasses emerge from behind a lab set and go over to join Tony. "Professor (L/N)." He shook your hand.

"Doctor Banner." You replied.

"Please, just Bruce. I'm not one for being that formal." He smiled at you.

"Well then. It's just (Y/N)"

~Pietro~

It happened to be a nice day before the robots attacked.

You were in Sokovia, using your doctoring skills to help those in need, when robots appeared everywhere, causing death and destruction everywhere they went. You were hiding behind a car, praying that you wouldn't be a robot's next victim.

You suddenly heard a mass of bullets fire from several feet away, and the unmistakable sound of body hitting pavement. A man with partially silver hair had slumped to the ground, after getting shot at by a line of robots. You gasped, and grabbed your medical bag that you had managed to keep with you even throughout the chaos.