➳ Oh, Well Imagine Marvel➳ FINISHED

•Twerking Contest~Tony•

I did it again. I'm so sorry. Yavanna80 you will enjoy the mental images from this imagine.

You sighed loudly from where you stood in the room, leaning against the wall. Everyone - being Thor, Nat, Clint, Steve and Tony, since Bruce was in the lab doing God-knows-what - ignored you. They were watching tv, although Tony kept changing the channels, which was beginning to irritate a few select people.
Taking a step closer, you put a hand against your forehead like a swooning damsel would do, and sighed once more. Again, no one paid any attention, although you saw the corner of Clint's mouth twitch. Encouraged, you eventually splayed yourself across the laps of Thor, Steve and Tony, before sighing again.

Thor looked down at your feet on his lap, before furrowing his brow and looking you in the eye. "Are you alright, Lady (y/n)?"
You groaned, rolling onto your stomach. "No."
Steve opened his mouth as if to say something and glanced down at his lap, only for his eyes to come into contact with your skinny-jean clad butt. He flushed and looked away, forgetting what he was going to say in the first place and firmly locking his gaze on the tv.
You placed your head on your boyfriend's thigh. "Tony." You murmured quietly, drawing out his name.
He looked down at you and smirked. "You know, this would be a very nice position to stay in, if the other two weren't here."
You squealed and blushed profusely, quickly rolling off of Tony's lap and falling to the floor with a thump. You scowled at Tony, and stood up, rubbing your butt. Your face was still a lovely shade of red. "You're mean, Tony."
Now he had a concerned look on his face, but there was still a mischievous sparkle in his eye. "Babe, did you hurt yourself? Come here, I'll kiss it better."
You snorted and slapped him on the shoulder. "Perv."
"I can't help how I act when there's a beautiful woman in the room."
You smiled, looking down and playing with a lock of (h/c) hair. "You... Really think I'm beautiful?"
His expression remained slightly teasing, but you could see the love and gentleness in those brown eyes of his. "What do you think first got me to notice you in the first place?"
You grinned before sitting down on the couch next to him. He almost immediately placed his hands on your hips and pulled you onto his lap, placing a soft kiss in the crook of your neck and causing you to shiver.

Clint groaned and tossed a pillow at the both of you. "Get a room."
You raised an eyebrow. "Don't give him any ideas."
"Too late."
Natasha sighed, beginning to toss a knife up and down. "What did you come here for in the first place, (y/n)?"
"That's right!" You shouted as you jumped from Tony's lap, startling everyone and causing Natasha to drop the knife. "I was bored. So, I came here so you guys could cure my boredom."
"Well, what do you suggest we do?" Steve asked once he had gotten the ability to speak again. You bit your lip and rolled it between your teeth, thinking.
"Maybe some sort of... Uh... Competition."

Tony's eyes were on your mouth, watching as your teeth tortured your lip and craved to do the same thing. "How about a dirty dancing competition?" He suggested, the thought barely registering before it left his mouth. "You and the Ginger Ninja can battle it out while Clint and I judge."
The knife that was in Natasha's hands was suddenly embedded in the couch, millimetres away from Tony's thigh. He scooted away from the dagger and closer to Steve. "Never mind. Destroying the million dollar couch is cool, too."

You grinned. "That's it! Tony, you're a genius!"
Every pair of eyes in the room turned to you in shock. "He is?"
"I am?"
You grinned. "We're gonna have a twerk-off!"

Thor and Steve looked confused. "What is this... 'Twerking'?" Thor looked as if he were testing the word on his tongue.
Steve grimaced. "Why do I get the feeling it's gonna be something dirty? I mean, come on, look at Tony's expression."
All eyes turned to the man in question. He was grinning like a kid on Christmas morning.

You clapped your hands together excitedly. "Great! Tony, you can judge. Tasha, Clint, let's do this."
The redhead groaned. "Please don't make me do this."
Clint jumped up with a devilish grin. "You're just scared I'm gonna beat you."
Nat's eyes flashed. "I could beat you without batting an eyelash. That doesn't mean I have to twerk."
Thor smiled. "So it is only Lady (y/n) and the Eye of Hawk that will be participating in this 'twerking'?"
You squealed. "Awesome!"

It was all set up pretty quickly. Tony had dragged Bruce to come and watch, your phone was plugged in the amp and ready to play 'Gas Pedal'

(Cursing In the Song)

and you had changed into a pair of neon green short-shorts and a neon pink crop top that said 'My Anaconda Don't Want None Unless You Got Buns hun'

Clint and you were currently staring each other dead in the eye, a playful glare on each of your faces. He pursed his lips and looked you up and down quickly, just like the look you give the people you hate when they're not looking. Clint currently had on neon purple shorts that had the words 'Baby Got Back' (the references are real) splayed out across it in bejeweled black. He also had on a matching crop top that was tied on the side.

"Gurl, you gonna regret this."

You stopped yourself from laughing. "Bitch, you best be trippin'. You know who you talkin' to?"
He gasped dramatically, placing a hand on his chest. "You did not just call me that."
"Gurl, I'mma say it again. You a bitch."
The archer's eyes narrowed. "Oh. It. Is. On."

Giggling, you pressed play, and both you and Clint got into twerking position, sending each other judgemental gazes. And then you started twerking.
God, you hated to admit it, but Clint was better then you expected. He could drop it like it was hot. Hell, he was better than you, and that was a difficult feat.
Eventually, you had to use your advantage as a woman and began adding little tricks that you knew only a girl could pull off. Small hip dips that didn't take much effort but made a lot of difference.

"Yep, that's enough. No more staring at my girlfriend's butt."
You squeaked as Tony picked you up and slung you over his shoulder. "Tony! I was winning! "

Your voice became quieter as Tony carried you away. The other avengers simply looked at each other.

Clint grinned. "Does this mean I win?"