This imagine was requested and I hope everyone enjoys it!
I tiredly rubbed my eyes at the sound of an urgent knock coming from my front door. I threw my blankets from my body and started to stumble through the house.
"I'm coming!" I growled, as the knocking hadn't even slowed down. "I said I'm coming!" My voice raised. The knocking continued and I knew I would strangle whoever was on the other side.
Once I had finally reached my destination and slung the door open, I had to keep a smile from breaking across my face. Sam Wilson stood before me with a grin on his face that I knew meant he needed a favor.
"Sammy, what are you doin' out here in the middle of nowhere?" I asked with a stern voice. His face fell, but before I could convince him I was actually angry I threw myself into him. "I haven't seen you since God knows when!"
"I know, I know." He chuckled as he wrapped his arms around me. "And I'm sorry cause I got a big favor to ask."
"What?" I rose and eyebrow, unsure of what it could be. He glanced behind him and I followed his eyesight. I saw a minivan that seemed to be squishing multiple people together. Whoever was in the passenger seat was turned around yelling at the people in the back. I squinted to see who it was and I nearly gasped. "If that's Captain America up front I can only guess who's in the back Sam Wilson."
"We need a place to crash while all the attention dies down." He gave me the best puppy eyes he could muster causing me to roll mine.
"Send them in." I muttered as I tried to make myself as presentable as you can at six in the morning. As he ran to collect his super friends I thought about the situation. I could get in a lot of trouble for this. They're criminals now. Hell, they just got in a fight with Iron Man! What if I became a criminal? Could I get arrested? I wasn't made for prison.
I paced my living room as each person brought in their small amount of items that was with them. I felt a hand touch my shoulder and spun around to see Sam again. "You won't get in trouble for this, I promise."
"Okay," I whispered as he gave me a reassuring smile. He then introduced me to everyone. Captain America, Ant Man, Hawkeye, and The Scarlet Witch. They explained how Bucky was in Wakanda at the time for something about his brain. "Umm are y'all hungry?" I asked unsure if they even had to eat because they were super heroes? Do superheroes eat? Sam eats a lot. But is he really that super?
"I am so hungry! Someone wouldn't go through.." Before Ant Man or Scott, whatever his name is, could finish he was interrupted by Sam.
"Scott, we talked about this!" Sam's yell echoed through the house.
"Doesn't change the fact that we're hungry." Clint rolled his eyes.
"Is pancakes okay?" I asked and everyone nodded in approval, and there were excited yeses from Scott and Clint. "Help me, Sammy?"
Upon saying his name every boy in the room stared at him with wide eyes. Sam froze and kept his gaze on the ground.
"I'm sorry," Steve chuckled. "Did you just call him 'Sammy'?"
"Yes," I hesitated to respond.
"Now that's precious." Clint teases Sam placing a hand on his shoulder. "Isnt it Sammy?"
"(Y/n), let's make pancakes," Sam, muttered and continued to grumble under his breath as he walked to the kitchen. He began to take things from the cabinet and refrigerator and I just watched him. "You plan on helping?"
"I don't know how to make pancakes." I clarified.
"What do you mean? You suggested it!" He laughed in shock.
"I live off of take out, instant noodles, and mac and cheese." I told him with a nod.
"Well, get ready to learn how to make pancakes!" He cheered.
He was very patient as I asked questions and he demonstrated everything slowly and carefully to make sure I understood how to do it. Soon we had two mountains of pancakes.
"I wanna make a big one." I stared at the frying pan with determination.
"Okay?" Sam's eyebrows furrowed as he observed my actions. I took the bowl and poured the rest of the pancake mix into the pan and his eyes widened. "That's gonna be huge, (Y/n)!"
"Good." I whispered with a grin on my face.
"I still can't believe you can't cook. You've been eating the same things your entire life." He shook his head with a smile.
"And it's worked well." I defended.
"Alright, I'll agree with that, but now you can add pancakes to that list." He pointed out.
As we continued to talk and joke around I knew I was gonna have to be careful. I had fallen him once and I'd prefer for it not to happen again.
