And Then I Wrote Marvel

Deal With It (Avengers x Reader) *

In honor of my BIRTHDAY! Yay! I mean, it was Saturday, but I think it still counts.

You had noticed throughout your life that most people would have rather hidden their birthdays from the public rather than celebrated them openly. It was very much the opposite of you. If given the opportunity, you would have screamed it from a mountaintop for the whole world to hear.

When the day finally came, you woke up on the right side of the bed, a certain twinkle in your eye. You showered, dried your hair, and went so far as to style it a little. You made sure to wear your favorite shirt and your new pair of fuzzy socks.

Everything was going great. A wide variety of your favorite breakfast foods were available, and you decided that you didn't necessarily have to choose between them. In fact, why wouldn't you just make breakfast for everyone? Sam and Steve would be back from running soon, and most everyone would be down here in a few minutes. Tony was another story, but you could always put his in the microwave so that he could have it later.

You were halfway through your bowl of waffle batter when Sam and Steve walked in, ready to stretch and then eat.

"Happy birthday, kid!" Steve congratulated you, ruffling your hair.

"Watch it!" you protested. "I actually put effort into my hair this morning. Plus, I'm not a kid."

"You're younger than me. You're a kid," he argued.

"Everyone's younger than you, senior citizen," Sam chuckled.

"You're all kids, then," Steve shrugged. "What's that meme, (Y/N)?" He grabbed Clint's sunglasses from the counter, and quickly shoved them onto his face. "Deal with it?"

You and Sam both facepalmed, and Nat chose that moment to walk into the room.

"Why is the actual meme trying to quote a meme?" she asked, heading straight for the coffee machine.

"He thinks he's funny. We like to humor him," you whispered loudly to her.

"Hey!" Steve shouted.

You snatched the sunglasses from his face, put them on your own, and said, "Deal with it."

"Oh, and they're having a meme-off," Natasha muttered to Sam, picking up a waffle off of the plate that you were stacking them on. "(Y/N), did you make these?"

"Absolutely," you confirmed.

"Oh, well, then, I'm not so sure that I want to eat this..."

"Not cool, Nat."

The sunglasses were stolen once again, as Natasha pushed them over her eyes. "Deal with it."

Your mouth dropped open. "JARVIS, let it be on the record that on this day, (MM/DD), 2016, Natasha Romanoff, self-proclaimed eternal meme-hater, quoted a meme." You began to slap slowly, savoring the moment.

"Consider it documented," the AI responded.

"Consider it your birthday present, (L/N)," Natasha grumbled. She soaked her waffle in the maple syrup you had set out.

"Is it strange that I'm actually rather satisfied with that?" you shrugged.

Natasha took a bite. "Maybe a little bit. These are really good, by the way. Where did you learn to cook like this?"