Avenger Imagines

Not in my world - Avengers (Steve)

{ I think about this like 78% of the time so... Also I gave your best friend the name Arabella, feel free to change it to something else in your mind :) }

{ WARNING: This chapter kinda sucks so haha, forewarning my people. }

"This house is freaking cute." You gushed, your best friend agreed.

Now that you were both working and grown enough, you guys chose to buy an apartment together.

"I know right!" Arabella sighed, entering one of the bedrooms. "That women is going to kill us for leaving the tour group, we better not get caught." You laughed, looking around the room and opening a closet. Looking inside for the space, Arabella leaned against the wall besides you. "She's been giving me the evil eye since we walked in."

"A little exploring never hurt anyone... Anyways, its not like they are comin-..." Arabella's eyes widened in horror. "Make space! She's coming in!" Arabella pushed you in the small closet and closing the door just as the group entered.

"They are gonna find us, women, someone is going to open the closet!" You whispered, Arabella stepped back into emptiness and grabbed onto your shirt in order not to fall onto the floor.

"Y/n! I'm gonna fall!" She whimpered. In the process of grabbing the back of your shirt and you, eventually losing balance, you both fell. Groaning loud, you kept your eyes close and felt Arabella shuffle to stand you so you stuck your hand in mid-air.

"Help me get up." You ordered, Arabella made no movements. "What? Did we die at the claws of that angry tour lady because I knew that's how I was gonna go." You rambled, refusing your open your eyes until your faithful friend picked you up.

"If we did, this is my favorite kind of heaven." Arabella said, you opened chuckled. "Plus, that lady should be sent to heaven because this ain't no punishment." Arabella finally kicked your side and you opened your eyes.

"Is that..." You whispered, getting up quickly and using your friend as a shield.

"I think so... Aren't you the Marvel lover in this friendship?" Arabella responded, standing taller.

"Yeah, but I think I took too much cough medicine." You sighed, looking into the softest baby blue eyes.

"Did you just quote a band?" Arabella asked, looking back at you. "At this very moment, you just chose to talk about b-" You smacked her arm as a certain someone walked forward.

"Um, Ladies." Tony Stark, or so it seem, waltz forward in a shiny Ironman suit. "Tony S-"

"Tony Stark." You finished, feeling the most light headed. "It's... actually them." You grinned happily and begun to bounce around. "Arabella! It's actually Tony, this is so sick!"

"Oh!" Tony gave a dazzling grin to the rest of the group. "She knows me!" Natasha and Clint clapped in a sarcastic manner, rolling their eyes while at it. You stopped bouncing and felt your stomach cave in, spreading the nausea over your body.

"Are you okay, miss?" Steve, the Steve Rogers, stepped forward and grabbed your hand. You looked at him, then Arabella then your hand that was happily being held by Steve.

"Steve... Rogers..." You mumbled before completely passing out, Steve caught your upper body before you could fall.

Everyone looked at Arabella. "What? She's obsessed, I can hold down my own." Tony put a hand out for Arabella to hold, she rose an eyebrow.

"Need a lift?" Tony asked, Arabella huffed and walked right past him.

"I've never been fond of being picked up by a egotistical guy." She replied, brushing past the group and follow Steve who had to carry your passed out body.