Every so often I plan on doing little love triangle segments between the reader and members of the avengers. I have a few in mind but I am open to suggestions.
Warning: none really come to mind but the drama associated with love triangles might be warning in of itself.
You were currently at the Avenger tower watching some random show on Netflix while munching on a bowl of chips. While you were distracted by the show, Pietro speedily rushes in, making you jump and spill the chips.
"Damn it, Pietro! You actually enjoy scarring me like that?"
"I think it's adorable the way you react like that." Pietro says cheekily. "You're just lucky your cute, you and that accent of yours," you say cleaning up the mess of chips you spilled.
"Let me help, Doll" you hear another familiar voice behind you. Bucky stoops down to help pick up the mess. "Thank you, Bucky." you say.
"Hey, I can help too," Pietro also stoops down to clean up, "It was my fault (y/n) made such a mess after all." "How gentlemanly of use," Bucky says sarcastically.
For you, being in a room with one of these blue-eyed hotties was something to look forward to; being with both in the same room was a bonus. The problem was you didn't know whom to choose to be with. Both men had something different to offer physically and personality wise; on one hand there was Pietro Maximoff with his silver-blond hair, toned runner's body, and of course his sexy accent along with his cheeky/flirty nature. On the other hand was Bucky Barnes, who despite all the pain he endured from the last 50-70 years, still had a lot of love to offer with his old fashion charm and metal arm that you oddly adored while others were terrified of it. These decisions were just so hard to make.
"So, (y/n)," Bucky addresses to you, "there's a really nice diner in Brooklyn Steve and I used to go to back in the 40s. Maybe you and I could-"
"I think (y/n) would prefer if she went with me to this classy bar that's a few blocks from here." Pietro interrupts. "And how exactly would you know what (y/n) wants?" Bucky asks incredulously, "Unless you have powers like your sister, I highly doubt you can read her mind." "Well maybe I know her better than you could ever hope to." Pietro retorts.
"Boys, boys, please." you chide in. "This isn't Twilight , I think I'm entitled to speak up for myself and make my own decisions." "What's Twilight?" They both ask at the same time. "You're probably better off not knowing," you respond, "the point is I need some time to think," you than get up and leave the room. "Give me about an hour."
---------One hour later-----------------------------
This story will have two endings depending on who you choose the reader to be with
Bucky Barnes:
After thinking this through you knock on the door to Bucky's room which he opens. "Hey, James," you say, "So that diner you mentioned. Must be pretty good if it's still been around this whole time." "Is that a yes than?"
"Of course," you respond which makes Bucky smile. Once he gets his jacket he takes his metal hand in yours and start walking toward the diner. There after some good food and a few moments of nostalgia, Bucky pays for the meal and you both walk hand-in-hand back to the tower.
Pietro Maximoff:
After an hour you bump into Pietro in the hallway. "Sorry," he says in that sexy accent. "Don't be," you replied
"I was looking for anyways. How classy did you say that bar was." "Well based on the number of fancy fruity cocktails they have I would say very classy." "Well let's go, it's five o'clock somewhere" you say.
You and Pietro walk side-by-side to the bar where you have a few drinks and enjoy yourselves in casual conversation. Pietro had a few too many and got a little tipsy. Before guiding him home, you made sure to generously tip the bartender. Overall it was a great date.

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Avenger's One-shots and Preferences
FanfictionThis is my very first shot at writing this sort of thing online, so apologies if it starts off as crap. I'll be sure to add any warnings ahead of time of each story. I may do fluff but no smut Also, as is the traditional statement, I do not own any...