Avengers Preferences / Imagines

How He Asked You Out

Steve Rogers:

You were thankful and relieved once the party was finally over. You were surprisingly able to avoid getting caught, thanks to Roger, which meant that you were saved from the embarassment that your parents normally inflicted upon you. You were surprised that after all you'd put him through, Roger would want to stay, but he seemed happy to. He and your niece were practically inseperable, which would make the inevitable 'break up' even harder.

"Thank you so much, Roger. You're literally a lifesaver." You thanked your 'boyfriend'. "I'm so, so sorry for putting you on the spot like that, I honestly have no idea what came over me."

"Don't worr about it, I completely get it. It is kind of funny though because this morning when I left the house, I was Steve Rogers and single." He chuckled. You felt as if you'd heard the name Steve Rogers before, but you couldn't quite place the name. It took you a few seconds, but it finally clicked. Steve Rogers was Captain America. You struggled to keep your inner fangirl calm, he probably got a lot of unwanted attention from fans and you were almost positive that you'd given him enough of that for one night. "I'm really sorry for lying, it's just that I didn't know you, so I wasn't sure if I could trust you, but after today, I think I can safly say that you're trustworthy... You seem pretty harmless to me."

"After all I put you through today, I hardly think you're the one that should be apologizing for lying." You giggled. "I did my fair share of it too..." You felt your phone vibrating in your pocket. You checked the caller ID and realized it was your mom. You wanted to keep talking to Steve, but it was clear that your mother was looking for you. "I guess I should probably get going."

"Wait, I was wondering if you'd like to go get a bite to eat tomorrow night?" He scratched his neck nervously. "You know, since we are dating and all..."

You smiled at the sudden shyness that came over the man. "Of course."

Tony Stark:

"Hello." You hoped that you didn't sound too irritated on the phone, but honestly at five in the morning on Saturday you were not too concerned with the tone of your voice. Working as a personal assistant to Tony definitely had its perks (like an apparent pay raise) however catering to Tony Stark's every whim was not always the best thing... You learned the hard way Tony had a lot of whims to be catered to.

"You get the paper yet?"

"No... It's so early and I don't get a paper delivered."

"Trust me you've got a paper. Now rise and shine, sleeping beauty."

You sighed (partly in annoyance at the reason you were getting up, but mostly just at the act of getting up). You managed to drag yourself to your front door and swing open the door. Sure enough there was a newspaper on the front door... Even though you were still half asleep and kind of cranky, you couldn't  help but crack a smile when you read the bold print of the front page: GO OUT WITH ME SATURDAY? "Oh my god... You could have just called me like later this morning."

"I'm terribly impatient, which is why you're going to give me your answer."

"I guess..." You tried to play it cool, but honestly at that point you had a huge grin on your face.

Clint Barton:

"Now that we got that awkward first date out of the way, you can go ahead and give me your number so we can start to hammer down a second one." Clint smirked at you.

Despite the rocky start you actually had a pretty great time with Clint. Once you got past the initial lying and age gap. You smiled at him, "Sure... But that was not a first date. You owe me a real first date."