Avengers Preferences ✧

He takes you training.

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requested by chrissiedooo <3

Tony

"Don't be too excited, okay?" Tony reminded you for the hundredth time. He finally agreed that he would let you wear one of his suits, in case of emergency. You were ecstatic because it has been your dream to use or just try one of the Ironman suits. Tony led you to the room where he keeps them. Your heart started to beat faster as you approached closer. You widely grinned.

"Okay so here's what will happen..." he started off, "I will first give the suit a command for you to access it. It only follows my commands so don't even bother." he boasted, you rolled your eyes, "Once you're wearing it, you can take full control."

"Fair enough." you replied. "Let's start then!" he exclaimed, clasping his hands together.

After all the shenanigans, you were finally wearing the suit. You were overwhelmed as of the moment. "It feels... heavy." you criticized. "Yeah yeah, you'll get use to it."

Tony taught you the basics.

How to operate things.

"No, (y/n). You can't tell JARVIS to give you food inside. The suit can't do that."

How to use the repulsors.

"For Pete's sake, I'm not the target (y/n)! Aim for the target! That freaking hurt!"

"Hehe"

How to fly.

"I'M OKAY!" you shouted from across the room. You failed on your first attempt which led you to crash on the ceiling.

And how to hold your pee when you're inside the suit.

"But I can't hold it anymore!"

"(Y/N) DON'T YOU DARE PEE ON MY SUIT."

Steve

"(Y/n), do I have to literally drag you down here every single time?" Steve exasperatedly asked whilst dragging you to the gym. "You bet your ass you would! You know I was having a marathon of (your favorite show)!" you said in defense. "I won't let you sit there all day, watching shows and not even seeing the sunlight, (Y/n). You need to do something productive." he said while setting up some gym equipments. You crossed your arms on your chest, "Hey! Finishing two seasons in one day is productive, just so you know Mr. Rogers."

"What are we going to do now?" you groaned. Steve handed you a pair of boxing gloves, "Boxing." he stated. "No shit, Sherlock."

You took the gloves and wore it on your hands while Steve wore the punch mitts. "Punch me." he said and positioned himself. "I would've earlier." you muttered to yourself.

You got in position, trying your best to imitate what you've seen in the movies. "Am I doing it right?" you asked. "Yeah, you're fine." he shrugged. "Okay, here goes nothing." you said before punching one of the mitts. "That was a lousy one." he commented. You glared at him, "Well then." you uttered before releasing strong, multiple punches on the mitts. "That's great, (Y/n)!"