Marvel Preferences and Imagines (Taking Requests)

Dive

A/n: In this story, it doesn't ship Sharon and Steve. This is based off personal experience so it includes some of my personal preferences

When your mom broke her foot, she needed all the help that you could give. Sadly, you had to give up some of your responsibilities for a while until she got better. One of these being your job at Avengers Tower.

You weren't exactly an Avenger, but you did the same job that they did. You were a SHIELD agent, so while people like Tony basked in the spotlight, you worked behind the scenes. However, that didn't stop you from being great friends from the members. 

When you got that dreaded call saying that your mom broke her foot, you had to leave immediately. You packed most of your belongings and wrote the team a simple letter vaguely describing what happened,  saying that you had to go. Natasha, your best friend, was the only one to know the full extent of what happened. She promised you to make the Avengers didn't come chasing after you. 

"You going to sit there all day or are going to use the guitar?" Your mom asked sarcastically. 

"And people wondered where I got my sarcasm from" You retorted, sticking your tongue out at her. She laughed before motioning for you to play.

"You didn't answer my question. What do you want me to play?" You asked, plucking the strings of your guitar.

"How about that Shawn Mendes song you like?" She suggests knowing you love the acoustic version of the song.

"In my blood?" You ask your mom. She nods and you look up the sheet music on your computer. You start to play the first few notes of the song but get interrupted by the doorbell. You look at your mom. 

"What are you looking at me for? I can't exactly move" She says pointing at her foot, which was in a dark blue cast.

"Give me a second," You say handing her your guitar. She holds it as you walk over to the door.  You open it, expecting a package from the mail. What you see is way worse. 

"Who's at the door, honey?" Your mom calls out.

"Just...some friends of mine." You say looking at the group of heroes who are standing on your doorstep.

"Invite them in," She says, not giving you much room to argue.

"Would you guys like to come in?" You say through gritted teeth. You wanted to hurt Natasha but instead gave her a cold glare. She put up her hands if she was saying It wasn't my idea.

"Thank you," Tony says, walking past you. Everyone else follows Tony as he walks into the room.

"These are your friends?" Your mom asks raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, though I don't know why they are here," You say.

"We just wanted to see the wonderful woman who raised you and let me tell you she is beautiful" Tony says walking up to your mom.

"Flattery is not going to get you anywhere, Stark," Your mom scoffs. You stifle a laugh as your mom speaks.

"At least we know where y/n gets her sass," Clint says walking over to your mom, "My name is Cl-" 

"Clinton Francis Barton aka Hawkeye," Your mom says, "It's nice to see that you didn't turn up like your dad,"

"Woah," Steve interjects, "That's like super private information. How do you know that?"

"Mom was a level twelve agent for SHIELD," You explain, "She basically knows all your secret,"

"How's Agent 13?" Your mom asked, getting up from the couch and using her crutches to maneuver her way to the kitchen.