Avengers Preferences

How You Met

Bruce Banner // The Hulk
"Damn," you say as you inspect that your door is slightly ajar. Who is it this time now? CIA? HYDRA?

See, you are a genius when it comes to math (more specifically the calculus part) and everywhere you turn, there is always a government agency waiting for you to join them. Of course, with all the movies you have watched, you're afraid they're going to use your mind, or worse, experiment on it, so you decline one after the other.

You kick the door slightly, cautiously peering left and right for assailants. You turn right to your kitchen, and you see a man with a suit and glasses on, eating . . . a doughnut and sitting on a stool. Krispy Kreme, strictly chocolate. You almost laugh at the sight until you see some kind of bird logo on his tux. S.H.I.E.L.D.

"The woman I was waiting for! Hello, Ms. (Y.L.N.) — pleasure to meet you." He says as he rises to greet you, extending a hand as he chomps on what's left of his doughnut with a kind smile. "Boss couldn't make it, so he sent me here instead. I believe you had contacted each other before?"

You shrug slightly with a grunt and shake his hand with an uneasy smile. "It's Dr. (Y.L.N.) for you, sir. I got my doctorate three months ago. Fresh graduate." You drop his hand and set your handbag on the floor, scanning the man for any weapons. "And the contact before, I believe, was a brief 'fuck off' to him. He only glared at me."

The man chuckles and puts his hands on his pockets. "Agent Coulson, ma'am. Boss wasn't quite happy with the turn-out of events. You see, S.H.I.E.L.D. is dead-set on recruiting you. If you don't join us right here right now, we may be forced to take you against your will. You do know that many people out there are dying to get their hands on your work, right?" Coulson licks his lips before continuing, "besides, our very own Dr. Banner may want to have company besides Stark. He's always locked up in his lab."

Damn your cheeks can't help but burn up. Anger? Giddiness? You don't really know. "So basically, S.H.I.E.L.D. will kidnap me if I don't submit? You must be really low and desperate." You shift uneasily on your feet. "Desperate enough to mention Banner . . . " You won't lie — you have admired the doctor's work for several years now, and his strange ability too. Not long after that, you may or may not have noticed he looks actually, sorta, kinda cute. You moan and toss your head back up, placing a hand on your forehead with a sigh. "Fine. I'll have some dignity left within me and go with your agency. I don't really have a choice, do I?"

Coulson claps his hands together with a gleeful smile. "You'll love it, Dr. (Y.L.N.)! Maybe you could persuade Banner to get out and have a bit of sunlight too?"

True enough, when you met a furiously blushing Dr. Banner, you suggested to get some sunlight as a joke. You swear you saw a teeny-tiny bit spark of green, but he just mumbled a, "you mean vitamin D," under his breath.

Clint Barton // Hawkeye
When a bang echoed on your street, you raced outside and saw those weird looking things coming out of this gaping hole in the sky. That's why, two hours later, you are covered in dirt and sweat while ushering some people to safety. At first, the police tried to shut you down and mocked you off, telling you can't fight off those aliens with no weapon or proper training, but when you burned some alien from the back of this random person, they let you join in defending Earth.

Ta-da, you have powers! You can create and manipulate fire. It's freaky, but helpful — very helpful. You heard a howl of pain and see a man's leg stuck beneath a fallen tree. You call a nearby police to replace you in your post and rush to the man, readying your hands with fire. Once you are close, you start to burn the thick log with all you can. But since you've been hogging the junk food and the couch for the past few weeks, your health and energy is sort of unstable for now.