Avengers: Preferences and Imagines

First Date (Steve, Tony, Thor, Loki)

(F/F/T)= favorite flower type

(F/M/G)= favorite music genre

~Steve~

You combed your (H/L) (H/C) hair with urgency, pulling on your flats as you ran around your room, trying to find your wallet.

Steve told you he'd be at your designated room in S.H.I.E.L.D at 7, and it was now 6:58, so you were expecting him any second. You went over to the mirror and inspected your reflection.

You'd only ever been on a few dates in your life because you basically lived in the woods and excluded yourself from people, but you knew from watching cliché movies and TV shows, that you needed to look put together for a date to a restaurant.

You wore a (F/C) flowy floral skirt that reached your mid thigh, a white strapless shirt tucked into the skirt, a (F/C) suede leather jacket, white flats, and a long necklace. Your hair was brushed and put in long ponytail, with two small braids going up the sides, and you wore some lip gloss.

Just as you found your wallet resting on a table, and snatched it up just a  you heard a knock on your door. You went over to open it and saw Steve wearing a pressed flannel shirt, khaki pants, a brown leather jacket, and leather shoes. He looked quite nervous.

"Hi, (Y/N). You look...um...very pretty in that skirt."

You smiled at him. "Well, you better get a good long look because you'll probably never witness me wearing any sort of formal wear again. And you look very handsome yourself. Shall we go?"

Steve was about to nod before he reached behind him and pulled out a bouquet of (F/F/T).

You blushed, which was infrequent for you because of the experimenting, and took the flowers. "Thank you! That's very sweet of you, Steve. How'd you know that (F/F/T) were my favorite?"

Steve shrugged, still a light shade of pink. "Lucky guess."

After you placed the flowers on the table, Steve held out his arm to you.

You put your hand on Steve's arm, and he blushed even more. He probably hasn't been on many more dates than I have, you thought.

You looked up at him and smiled. "Ready?" He nodded, and the two of you walked outside. You noticed Steve was leading you to a motorcycle, and silently squealed. You'd always wanted to go on a motorcycle, but never had the chance to.

"I thought we could ride the motorcycle, but if you aren't okay with thay we could-"

"No, I've always wanted to ride a- I mean...I sound way to eager don't I?"

Steve chuckled at your excitement. "Not at all." He sat down on the front of the bike, and you climbed on the back, clutching Steve's waist. He revved the engine, and the pair of you were driving to the restaurant.

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"So, what's your favorite color?"

"(F/C). What's yours?"

"I like (F/C), too, but I don't really have a favorite color. Way too many to choose from."

You and Steve had already finished your meals and were now sitting at the table, tossing questions back and forth to one another. It had been almost an hour since the waitress had brought over the check, and now you were just talking about the most random things that could pop into your heads. It wasn't awkward in any way, and you both thought that the other was interesting, funny, kind, and gorgeous in more ways than one.

The two of you talked well into the night, sitting at the same table and getting annoyed glances from the waitstaff. Finally, a manager came over and told you that you needed to leave because they would be closing soon.