Marvel Preferences

How You Meet

Iron Man/Tony Stark

Run, just run. That's all that was going through your mind as you darted out of the stark building with the stolen gadgets in hand. Your y/c/h blew in the wind as you turn the corner. The roar of an engine caused you to jump and duck into the corner building. You didn't dare to look back. Tearing through the crowds and stands of goods you heard the engine stop. Silent except for the people yelling at you and the sounds of your bare feet against the cold floor. Safe. You thought as you stopped to look at your surroundings.

Suddenly a cold hand grabs your arm, screaming you kick the figure in the belly and charge for the exit. This time its not only your feet against the cold floor, you don't know who's chasing you, all you know is that you have got to get out of there.

A shock fills your body as you sink to the floor unable to get up. Black starts clouding your vision as a tall, dark haired man comes into view. Mr. Stark. Your mind goes blank as you sink into a deep sleep.

Captain America/Steve Rodgers

Screams erupt from the building that you are in, turning your head you look as the building crumples. RUN, but you were in heels and the exit was across the room. How were you going to make it? Quickly you take off your heels and charge for the door running through the crowds of screaming men, women, and children. You start helping people through the doors and window and get caught up in saving them.

The building is crumbling.

Closer.

One more person safe.

Closer.

One more man that gets to live his life.

Closer.

A child gets to see their future

close- someone's arms wrap around your waist and you plummet through the door with them right when the bulking falls leaving a huge cloud of smoke. But it doesn't reach you, by now you are across the block. But its only been seconds.....

You look up at the person that belongs to the muscled arms. He's deep blue eyes seem to smile at you.

"T-Thanks..." you say to the stranger. He smiles at you as he puts you down.

"Just doing my Job ma'am" he responds. Just like that he's gone.

Spiderman/Peter Parker

New school, new story.... that's what your sister told you before you came here. Yep, you guessed it, your officially in a new school! And so far it sucks. People keep looking at you as they rush down the hall, people whisper. What are they saying? You wouldn't dare to talk to anyone especially since you don't know anyone at this school, and you're are really awkward in social situations. You quickly get into your first class hugging your books close and you sit down right away. This class is an advanced so you will finally, hopefully be surround by your own kind. The teacher walks in and is about to shut the door when a boy around your age runs in and squeezes through the almost closed door. He smiles and looks around the classroom, his eyes land on you.

"You new?" he asks.

Slowly you nod, unsure of what else to do.

The boy smiles at you with his bright dorky smile. "Welcome to torture 101," he says. You can't help but smile and laugh a little as the teacher glares

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

The year is 1938 and the skies are as clear as your chances of ever getting into the army. Clouds block everything. Your small build never helped....your brother Steve has the same problem. That doesn't stop him from trying though....he keeps trying to get into the army, day after day, month after month. It's horrible to watch cause your are always scared that he is actually going to get in. He would get himself killed.

You shudder at the thought and continue to walk back to your house. The door is already open, Steve must be home. You walk in, "Steve! I'm back!" You walk over into the kitchen and set your books down on the table.

"Steve's not home yet," a deep voice startles you. Spinning around you face a tall, well built man with scruffy dark brown hair. He's sitting on the couch. how....

"I'm Steve's friend Bucky," he gives you a flashy smile and leans back. Bucky...you've heard the name before. Steve talks about him a lot. He's like his only friend, Steve looks up to him a lot, even though Bucky is a year younger then him. That makes Bucky a year older then me.

"How did you get in?" that question has been running in your head for awhile now.

Bucky holds up a key, "Steve gave it to me."

You nod slowly and then look around the small room.

Bucky is staring up at you with a smirk, "and what's your name?"

You quickly look back at him snapping out of your daze, "Y/N" you smile back at him.

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