Fandom Imagines/Preferences

Avengers Preference *Office Crush*

Tony: Tony was a man who always got what he wanted, and when he couldn't have you right away he showed everyone how truly persistent he could be. You held one of the most "normal" positions at S.H.I.E.L.D, one of which you were perfectly content with: You worked as a secretary. Yes, the lifestyle of a mercenary or assassin didn't quite fit in your field of qualifications. However, you were quite glad in your position, despite the fact that the stereotype of a 'sexy secretary' branded you since you took the job. You were nothing like the 'typical' desk woman: You didn't file your nails on the job, you had a fairly decent word per minute speed, you didn't pose by the water cooler...and you certainly weren't easy. Tony had recognized this and considered you a mighty challenge to take on, and he pursued you with full force. At first, you tried to ignore his advances and rejected his offers on dinner or movie dates. As time passed, however, he became more grandiose in his gestures. Giant bouquets were sent to your desk, life sized teddy bears littered your home, and you even found an abundance of jewelry from Tiffany's scattered around your bedroom. You had to admit, his persistence was pretty incredible. When you finally agreed to accompany him on a night out....well...things got a bit more interesting.
"Have you finally come to your senses, (Y/N), and decided to go out with me?" "I can't believe I'm actually saying this, but I would love to go out with you." "Then pack your bags, Gorgeous, because we're flying to Monte Carlo."

Steve: You spent your time at S.H.I.E.L.D. in the medical wing, patching up the wounded and war-torn heroes that worked out in the field. Though you weren't trained to handle weaponry or take part in hand to hand combat, S.H.I.E.L.D. appreciated you and your particular skill-set immensely. Fury even joked about you having the 'magic touch' since you seemed to be able to heal almost any broken, battered, or bloody agent that was wheeled into your room. When the Avengers initiative took off, you found that you had one patient that began to show up more often than necessary: A soldier by the name of Steve Rogers. Steve was quite possibly the sweetest man you had ever met in your life; he was never crass, he was incredibly kind, and he always stopped by to say hello. He was the last of his breed: A true gentleman. You helped patch him up after a small mission in Libya ended with quite the fair share of cuts and bruises, where the two of you talked for a little over two hours (though it only took but five minutes to clean him up). Ever since then he showed up more often than needed, using minor injuries like paper cuts as an excuse to speak to you. You didn't mind though; Heck, you waited for him to show up! Steve was the highlight of your day, but recently he had become rather bashful when he visited, often tripping over his words or turning pink. Steve appeared in the hospital wing for the second time today, and you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, not knowing what he could possibly want. "Steve, this is your second time today," You said, gently placing an hand on his arm, "Is everything alright?" His ears turned pink as he locked eyes with you, his voice solemn. "I-I need to ask you something, Miss (Y/N), and I need you to be completely honest with me." You nodded, heart sinking as worry flooded your mind. "Of course." He hesitated, almost as if he was contemplating wether or not he actually wanted to speak. "What is your opinion of me?" You blinked, surprise evident on your face. You hadn't been expecting such a question from him....ever.

Clint: "What have you got for me today, (Y/N)?" Clint asked with a wide smile, reminiscent of a child on Christmas morning. You smiled to yourself upon seeing how giddy he was to be receiving his new weaponry, chuckling softly to yourself. You had a bit of a soft spot for the archer, and you always looked forward to the days when you could introduce him to your new tech. "Let me see what I have for you." He followed you to your workstation, and you chuckled as his eyes grew wide upon seeing the new toys he had to play with. New bows, explosive arrows, night vision glasses, and other gadgets were now at his disposal. He let out a low whistle, folding his arms across his chest. "I'm impressed..." You smiled proudly at his praise. "What would you like to test out first?" Without missing a beat he snatched up the new archery equipment, taking aim at the targets that lined the wall.                                   *******