Marvel Preferences & Imagines

Preference: How You Meet

natasha romanoff: You meet natasha at a coffee shop when you are both twenty five. She works at a coffee shop (undercover, you might add, looking after some important government official who enjoyed going to this particular starbucks.) You walked to the register, and asked for a grande black coffee, you had a law school paper due tomorrow and you weren't playing around with all the frou-frou stuff in frappuccinos. not today. Natasha, you saw her name, as she wrote your name and your order on a cup. She handed it to someone else, and you swore you had seen her wink at you as you walked away. "(Y/N)!" You hear yelled as a grande cup is slid across the counter. You stand up to go pick it up, and as you look at your cup, you see your name and a number written underneath. You looked up, bewildered, and saw Natasha smiling at you as she took someone else's order. You blushed, and held your warm coffee cup tightly in your cold hands.

tony stark: You met tony after the Ultron incident. Most of the Avengers Tower staff had left because, rightfully so, they feared for their lives. However, you stayed, because you had worked long and hard years for this opportunity and you couldn't lose it. So you had obviously been promoted to head coordinator at the tower, since you and the thirty others who stayed were now the only workers Tony had, he had to replace Pepper's old job somehow. Tony came downstairs to your floor, as the rest of the employees looked around at the destruction, wide -eyed. "Uhhhh... You. You're pretty. Come here," he pointed at you. "Wait... Me?" "Yes you. You're in charge. Come on." Tony started walking towards the elevator and you shuffled behind. You turned and waved, and your thirty peers waved back at you, shocked. The elevator doors closed in front of you, and you immediately turned to face Tony. "So what is my job, Mr. Stark?" You said, not looking him in the eye. "Hey. Hey. Look at me. And my name is Tony, not Mr. Stark. That's my dad." He rolled his eyes and muttered, "How many times am I going to have to say that?" "Sorry, Mr. St- Tony. What is my job?" "You, my dear, have to plan any and everything we do. I have a meeting with the UN? On a calendar. Bruce and Natasha are going on a date? On a calendar. I breathe? It better be on a calendar. Got it?" "Yes, Tony." You gulped. "Don't worry, we don't actually do a lot. Clint mostly sits on the couch and eats Pizza and plays Xbox with Thor and that's really the most exciting thing that happens around here. And at least you get to hang out with us!" He says, as the elevator dings and the door opens. You see robots doing multiple areas of construction, and as Tony said, Hawkeye and Thor are feverishly playing video games. Tony spoke once more, grabbing your arm, "Time for a tour, you're gonna like it here."

steve rogers: You work at the Apple Store. Steve comes in one day with his phone, completely lost on how to operate... anything. You spend hours teaching him how to use his phone, completely enraptured in this man and his inability to use modern age technology. You try not to giggle as he tries to figure out how to use emoji's, staring at it like it was in a foreign language. You can't help it, but the laugh escapes. "Hey!" Steve said, pouting, "You're supposed to help me, not laugh!" You continued to laugh, "I'm sorry... It's just so funny!" He rolled his eyes, and you grabbed his hand. "Here, let me show you how to use it." You took the phone from him, and pressed the tiny world in the corner, watching the emoji's pop up in the keypad. "So that's how you do this? I want to try something!" Steve steals the phone from you, and looks concentratedly as he types. He faced the phone towards you and smirked, "Does this work?" The screen in front of you read, would you like to go on a date with me? 😘. Your face erupted in red as you smiled at Steve, and his smirk grew into a grin. You took the phone from him, and pressed the thumbs up.

bruce banner: You own a small bookstore off of Avengers Avenue in New York. It was your goal to read every book in your shop, and you were well on your way. You were in the middle of a book, Shizuko's Daughter, by Kyoko Mori, and you were so into it, you didn't notice that someone had walked into your store and was standing at the counter in front of you. "Is that a good book?" They asked, and you looked up, startled, the book falling off the table. "Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I just love reading to get my mind of... things, and I figured that something new would help." You took a deep breath, "Oh, no, no, it's fine, it's just no one ever comes in here. Sure, I can help you!" You come out from behind the counter, and smile at him. "So any kind of book you looking for in particular?" You say, picking your book up from off the floor and putting it back on the counter. "No, not really. Anything you pick out for me would be great. You look like you've got some great taste." You felt the heat rising to your cheeks.

thor: You were heading home from a date, another night wasted. You walk back home in the dark, your steps quick and short, when you hear someone behind you. You walk faster, hoping to avoid any unnecessary confrontation. You hear them walk faster to, and you turn around, grabbing their arm, and shoving them into a wall. "Who are you?" You growled, shoving them harder. "I-I-I..." They pushed off the wall and tried to stab with the knife in their other hand, spinning towards you. You jumped back, grabbed this arm and wrapped your leg over it, making them drop the knife as you flipped them on their back. You pick up the knife and hold it to their neck. "Now, who are you?" You hear a thunder crack, and suddenly a man is standing next to you, covered in warrior's armor. "What problems are you facing, miss?" You look up at this man, "Nothing wrong, just this asshat tried to mug me." You shoved the robber again, and the other man pulled you up and grabbed the mugger around the neck, shaking him. "HOW DARE YOU ATTEMPT TO ASSAULT A LADY!" He threw him on the ground, and the man scattered up and ran away. "Now, fine maiden, I am Thor Odinson of Asgard. And who might you be?"

clint barton: You were heading to the gun range. It was your first day back to S.H.I.E.L.D. since your medical absence, you had been shot in the leg by a Hydra agent, and you couldn't walk for weeks. You were so excited to get back to your job in the field, but you Fury said you had to go through a reassessment of your physical skills. You had passed all of them, and the last was to go to the shooting range. Fury couldn't make this meeting, so he sent you with the best he could find. He hadn't told you who your assessor was, only that they would meet you there. You waited at the range for twenty minutes, and when they didn't show up, you picked up the gun and began to fire at the target, landing a perfect or near perfect shot every time.
"I guess my work here is done." You whipped around to find someone sauntering up to you. "Clint Barton. I was supposed to be your assessor, but it seems that you've already done that for yourself." He stuck his hand out, which you shook warily, eyeing him up and down as he looked familiar. "Hey, do you wanna grab some coffee? We have a ton of time to kill before we have to meet up with Fury again." He smiled, pointing back towards his car. Or maybe the coffee place behind it. You weren't sure. But he seemed nice enough, so you followed him out of the gun range to a Starbucks a little ways over.
matt murdock: Hell's Angel was your name, and maybe they considered you a super villain, but you thought you were doing what you had to do to keep Hell's Kitchen safe. Your alter ego was a Private Investigator, and you know the absolute worst people in Hell's Kitchen. Maybe you shouldn't be going after them, but they'd never know it was you so you figured it was safe. You gave all your information to Wilson Fisk, who then told you who to... take out. You had no idea how, but he had left a note with a name on your refrigerator. Karen Page, typed neatly on a blood red post-it note and you stared. Karen, Karen, Karen. The name sounded familiar to you, but you figured it didn't matter as you suited up. You slid out of your window, closing it behind you and shoving the key (unfortunately) in your suit. You flipped into the alleyway, following the only lead you had: she worked for Nelson & Murdock. You ran to Nelson & Murdock, climbing up the wall to look through the frosted window. You could make out a glossy figure in conversation with another, and as you pulled out your pistol and placed the silencer on, you were dragged from your perch on the ledge. You immediately flipped over your opponent, wrapping one leg around their waist and pushing them down to the ground.
"Who are you," you growled, placing your pistol on their forehead.
"Someone," you were flipped on your back, and your pistol skittered away from you, the hand it was in pinned. "Who wants to help."
You groaned, "Everyone wants to help these days," kicking his legs from under him, he fell down, allowing you to scramble up and grab your gun.
"So. Who wants to help?" You smiled sweetly, finally getting a good look at your masked adversary.
"I know you believe in Fisk. But I promise you, He's evil. Trust me on this."
"Oh?" You said, twirling your gun, making sure it was still pointed at him, "And why is that?"
Just as he opened him mouth, blue and red sirens began to blare.
"I'll find you again. And I'll show you," He was gone in a flash, flipping out of range of the police.