Avengers: Preferences and Imagines

Natasha, Wanda, and Peter

Adding Nat, Wanda, and Spidey (finally, God Sophie you're so lazy) to the preferences!!! XD Here's (what I believe) is about all the preferences I've written!!! Hope you enjoy!!!

At first, I was adding them in celebration of 30k, but now it's for 50k-60k. Oh well.

PS Wattpad deleted this so I had to restart, that's why it took so long to do this XP
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How You Met

~Natasha~

You clenched your fists together, trying not to scream as your captor punched you in the face once again.

You had been kidnapped by this group of men, and when you tried to resist them as they grabbed you and stuffed you into the back of a van, it was deemed useless.

You were an intern at S.H.I.E.L.D and although you knew the basics of self-defense, you specialized in the technology unit of the program, and weren't usually someone who went into the combat.

You had been walking home, and that's when the men attacked, stating that they wanted information about S.H.I.E.L.D. and about Natalia Romanov. When you had refused, that's when they took you, and here you are, strapped to a chair and trying to spit blood out of your mouth.

"I am going to ask you again," A man with a heavy Russian accent and a jagged scar running along his left eyebrow demanded, putting a hand behind your shoulder on the metal frame of the chair. "What is the location of Natalia Romanov and what else do you know about S.H.I.E.L.D?"

You opened your mouth to protest when a voice spoke from the corner.

"Why don't you turn around and find out where I am you son of a bitch?"

A woman, who you immediately recognized as Natasha Romanoff, emerged from the shadows, her gun pointed directly at the man's head. In an instant, the man signaled for help with his walkie talkie, and a bullet was soon in his head.

Natasha ran over to you. "Are you alright? You work at S.H.I.E.L.D right? An intern? What's your name?"

You cleared your throat. "It's (Y/N) (L/N)."

Natasha smiled. "Nice to meet you, even if under these circumstances, (Y/N). I'm Natasha. Although I assume you already know that."

The red-head quickly untied your ropes and you jumped up, frowning. "I had that completely under control."

Natasha laughed. "Sure you did. If anything, you were a total damsel in distress."

Suddenly a man burst through the door, a large automatic strapped around his chest and pointing it at Natasha. You immediately ducked to the floor, and snatched the gun of the dead man and shot. The other man fell to the floor and you looked at Natasha smugly.

"Who's the damsel in distress now?"

Natasha looked surprised and raised her eyebrows. "Not bad intern. Not bad at all."

~Wanda~

You lightly stroked your paintbrush across the canvas in front of you, leaving a bright patch of blue behind.

You were in Central Park (not Parm) and were painting a picture of the crystal clear sky in front of you, rainbow kites standing out against the bright blue. You loved painting. It was your favorite thing to do, and you often spent your time painting in the park.

You were about to add a second kite to your picture when all of a sudden, your easel went toppling over, smearing paint all of your jeans and sending your picture toppling to the ground.