2012 inspired Avengers x Reader fics for when you're feeling nostalgic, sad or happy or for when you just want to escape the post Endgame feels
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(Y/N) stepped through the elevator's threshold with all the confidence in the world. The faint clicking of her shoes resonated throughout the large space. When she saw Tony she smirked, her eyebrow raised high and a faint glint of something Tony did not recognise in her eyes. He frowned slightly at the girl, sizing her up in his mind. From her leather clad feet to her flowing (h/c) hair.
She's pretty, he thought.
His eyes trailed down her body once more. However when he finally glanced back at the girl's face, did he see that her smirk had grown. He watched as she she scoffed lightly at his overtness and rolled her eyes at his rambunctiousness. Tony froze, his head tilting to the side, eyes narrowing slightly as he studied her once more.
He let out an inquisitive sigh, for it was not the usual reaction he got when he checked a girl out. There was no blushing cheeks or shy smiles. No flirty giggles or stuttering over words. It was just (Y/N) and her devilish smirk and her stupid probing eyes.
And in that moment, Tony decided that he already hated her.
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The kitchen bustled with chatter as the team huddled around a single bench. Tony wiped the sleep away from his eyes as he stalked into the room, almost running into an overly cheery Clint.
"Morning, Tin man!" Clint chuckled, clapping Tony roughly on the shoulders.
"Morning..." Tony muttered in response, shrugging off the Archer's hand and moving towards the coffee machine. "What's got you in such a good mood?"
"(Y/N) made pancakes!" Clint replied, shovelling another bite into his mouth. He moaned with delight as the flavour hit his tongue and Tony glared weirdly at his friend from over his shoulder. "What!?" The Archer defended. "They're so good!"
"Ah, Tony!" Thor bellowed, one hand steadying the mountain of pancakes on his plate, while the other hand heaved the food into his mouth. "You must try these delicious pan of the cakes! They are delightful!"
"They're called pancakes, Thor." (Y/N) chuckled and flipped one of the many sizzling, golden circles onto a plate and handed it to Steve.
"Yes, that is what I said, Lady (Y/N). Pan of the cakes!"
"Seriously, Tony." Gushed Bruce as he poured maple syrup over his short stack. "You have to try one."
"Yeah, man. She even knows our favourite flavours!" Beamed Sam, piling Nutella onto a spoon.
Steve smiled as he cut into his very own blueberry pancake. "I've got to give it to her. Girl does her research."
