Marvel Preferences and Imagines (Taking Requests)

Never Accepted

Your eighth-grade class was one of the few chosen to go to Avengers tower on a field trip. While this may have been exciting for some, you were not excited. Your fellow students always gave you a hard time for no apparent reason. They would snicker every time your would mess up, roll their eyes when you laughed and spread rumors behind your back. You had a few friends though, so it wasn't supposed to be terrible.

It was finally the day of the field trip, but it had already started off awful. Your best friend hadn't been able to come because of family reasons. Sure you had your other friends in the group, but it wasn't the same. Lately, they had been acting like complete jerks, so it hadn't surprised you when they ran off.

So there you were, walking by yourself lost. The group of students had gone off without you and the teacher didn't notice. Cliche, yes, but sometimes life was. You were just walking there when you felt a light tap on your shoulder. You jump thinking it is some bad guy.

There you see Steve just leaning against a wall.

"Get lost or something?" He asks.

"Nope... I mean no sir." You say.

"Then why aren't you with your class"

"... they left me." You say quietly.

"What do you mean 'left you'" He asks raising an eyebrow.

"The kids don't exactly like me, so they just went on up front. I didn't want to be with them either, Mr. Rogers"

"Why?"

"My best friend isn't here. It... it just feels wrong."

"Not here, or not existent"

"Not here, I would show you a picture, but don't really have a phone"

"Oh, well why don't you hang out with me and Bucky."

"I can't. I would feel like I am intruding."

"Well, I'll ask him right now."

"Hey, Stevie," Bucky says throwing an arm around Steve's shoulders.

"Hey, Bucky. Meet..." Steve says motioning to you.

"Y/N. It's a pleasure, sir." You say.

"Well Y/n, the pleasures all mine. Why aren't you with the 8th-grade group?" You look down at the floor, and Bucky sees Steve's eyes filling with pity.

"Oh, let's go meet the rest of the team." Bucky corrects himself. You slowly pick up your head, but your eyes haven't left the floor. In fact, you never met one of their eyes yet.

They guide you to a door, which opens up into a lab of some sorts. You see Bruce and Tony working on a test of some sorts, before turning to you. They eyed you suspiciously, but you still look down at the floor.

"Hey, kid. Want to come to see what we are working on? It's a filter for oil spills." You look up at a table housing their project. It's in a tiny box making the object inside appearing minuscule. You try not to laugh at their mistakes. Sure you were smart, but it had never come in handy.

"Why don't you copy the fibers making up bird feathers and design a filter based on that? Right now that filter will only pick up a cup of oil." Tony looks at you before facepalming.

"Why didn't we think of that earlier Bruce? That would work so much better. We are so stupid."

"Oh my gosh, did I say that aloud? I am so sorry." You quickly say. You had become an expert of how not to offend people, so it was just a force of habit to apologize for saying things to strangers or unfriendly people.