Hi, I'm here to Avenge you! [Avengers x Reader]

Stood up. Part 1 -Cage-

IM SORRY FOR ANYTHINNG THAT MIGHT OFFEND YOU.

I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT DARK SKINNED PEOPLE.

I HAVE NO IDEA.

BTW YOUR WHITE. OOPS.

Warnings: A little racism, Spoilers, Anime Picture, and chatty Waitress.

Words: 1256.

-~ To the story!~-

It wasn't easy being a white girl in a black city. Harlem wasn't the type of city someone as pretty as you could get to be like any other girl.

Yet you didn't give one fuck about what the men say.

Pop was an old time friend when you moved to Harlem when you turned 19.

You had no experience in the life of a city girl. You had the country accent, you had the scars of a worker, you had the body of a gymnast, and you had the senses of Dardedevil, pretty much.

You where also a mutant of a family who ran away from the city life to protect themselves.

You have three younger brothers, and three little sisters. One of your little sisters has to check on you every single day. She has the brain of a paranoid person who had seen some shit over the past few years.

You where a helper in Pops shop, helping the men with their problems and their cursing addiction.

You soon snapped out of your thoughts, while you stated at the magazine you held, when Pop had coughed loudly.

"Sorry, Pop," You coughed, closing the magazine, and then standing up. "do I have a man who needs a trimmin'?"

"No, doll. We have a new employee," Pop said, chucking, as he fixes his hat.

"And who's that?" You asked, looking at him, your beautiful (E/C) orbs shining with curiosity.

"(Y/N), meet Luke Cage," The black man said, turning around, to show you a tall, handsome, dark skin manned, looking down at your small, built body. "Luke Cage, meet my favorite employee, (Y/N) (L/N),"

"Hi," Luke said, putting sticking his hand out to you, then you smiling at him.

"Howdy, Luke," You grabbed his hand, and shook his hand. "you got a firm grip, mister."

"And for a little woman like you, you have a pretty strong grip yourself." He smiled.

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It's been about 2 months after you had first met the built man. He had sweeped (?) the floors of the shop, washed the mirrors and windows, and cleaned the towels.

He has sparked an interest in you. You don't hear him talk much of his past around you. He always looks like he's on alarm, and he can't trust anyone.

You wanted to ask him out to a friendly chat, to get some coffee, but for dark skinned people, they think it's sex.

"Hey Luke, darlin'?" You said, finishing off a boy's head, while then cleaning off the shoulders of the boy.