Avengers: Preferences and Imagines

They Ask You Out

~Steve~

It had been a week since Captain America, or Steve Rogers had come to visit you in your secluded cabin in the woods. You were relaxing on your couch, snacking on some chocolate, when there was a firm knock on your door. Not wanting to get up and leave your chocolate waiting, you snapped your fingers and the door flew open, revealing, once again, Captain America.

"(Y/N), I've come to ask you again about the Avengers Inititive."

You crossed your arms and shape shifted into a snarling tiger, advancing on him, your teeth snapping.

"Oh (Y/N), is that anyway to treat your guests?" You looked up and saw a face you hoped you'd never have to see again.

Tony Stark. The Iron Man. You shifted out of your tiger form, and sprouted wings, holding two double-bladed swords.

"Why the hell are you here?" You snapped, spinning the swords in circular motions.

"Same reason as Cap. To get you to be an Avenger." You crossed your arms, wings still flapping, and the swords floating in your control by your sides.

"Last time I saw you, you wanted to get me to be an experiment. Which, if I remember correctly, you did. By manipulating me. I'm not as naive as you think I am Stark, I won't fall for your tricks again." You said bitterly, a look of reminiscent anger on your face.

"You seem to forget, (Y/N), that you're also a Stark." Tony said, slightly smug. At this, you flew forward, eyes blazing, swords to his neck.

"How dare you! I'm not one of you!" You pulled the swords away, leaving a criss crossed gash across Tony's armor. Steve was staring at you with a look of confusion and shock. You sighed, and let your wings dissipate into thin air.

"Stark and I have the same father, different mothers. When I was born, his father saw me as an opportunity to experiment. By the time I was one, my mother had died, and I'd been through more experimental processes than anyone could imagine. When I was seventeen, just days before being eighteen, I asked to leave since I would be an adult. Stark, who's father had died, wanted to continue the experiments on me, not taking into consideration my thoughts or feelings or even health. He lied, telling me this last experiment would make me normal, a regular human. But it didn't. It was the last step in making me what I am now, and it's unreversable. I escaped that night." You turned away from Steve, to glare at Tony. "I may have been born with the name Stark, but I'll never be one of you."

Tony sighed, and looked at you with a great amount of sadness in his eyes. "(Y/N), you have no idea how much I regretted doing that to you. And I'm sorry. But it's in the past, and this is now. Something's coming. Something big. And we need your help to stop it."

You looked into his eye's to see if he was lying. It was one of the results of the last experiment. You could always tell when someone was lying. He wasn't. You looked at Steve, who hadn't taken his eyes off you the whole time he had arrived.

"Fine. But we leave when I'm done with my chocolate."

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A month later, and you were a full blown Avenger, still keeping the name "The Midnight's Intuition". You were in the gym, punching a bag repeatedly, causing it to swing almost up to the ceiling, when someone walked in.

"Hello ma'am." Steve. The two of you had grown closer throughout the month, and were actually pretty good friends. However, that only made your unknown crushes on each other grow.

You turned around, smiling slightly at him. "Hi. What brings you here?"

He shrugged, a smile matching yours."Same as you, to train." He walked across the room to another punching bag, where he began hitting it, making it swing almost effortlessly. You watched him for a second, before turning back to your own bag, and kicking it.