Marvel Preferences and Imagines (Taking Requests)

On the Borderline

A/N: Based off a conversation I had with a close friend.

It had been about three years since you had moved in with Tony and his friends. When Tony first met you, you were an adventurous, rebellious, young 21-year old who had just graduated from College. You had seen Tony on the street staring at you. You went to go tell him off, but he just laughed and hired you. 

Thinking back, you sometimes regret ever saying yes. It wasn't that you hated the job, you just hated the social interactions that Tony forced you to do. You were fine talking to one person, even two, but when you had to talk to large groups of people you tended to shut down. Since the Avengers always had at least six people on the team, you didn't really talk to anyone. In fact, the only people you had long conversations with were the Science Bros.

"So I was thinking about your suit," You say to Tony who was working on one of the many of his cars.

"Yes?" He says, his voice slightly muffled.

"How do you not get concussions everytime you stop in midair. I mean you usually hit tens of thousands of g's, so is there like a protective layer?" You explain, picking up a screwdriver and flipping it.

"Well I'm a genius, so of course I invented this cool  Molybdenum like padding that absorbs the impact so it doesn't go to my brain," He explains getting out from under the car.

"Oh cool," You say. You turn around to Bruce who had moved some of the chemicals from the lab to a workbench near the garage.

"What'cha doing, Brucie?" You ask, walking to where he was pouring a bunch of chemicals into a beaker. 

"Trying to invent a chemical that forces you to talk to the team," He replies, taking off his glasses and spinning in his chair to face you.

"Haha very funny," You laugh sarcastically. 

"It's true though, why don't you talk to the team?" Tony asks walking so that he was next to Bruce.

"I am classified as an introvert. I trust you know what that is," You say, jumping and sitting on the workbench.

"Bruce is too and he doesn't find it hard to talk to the team," Tony says.

"It's different though. Brucie is actually smart and he has the other guy. He's important," You murmur, bringing your knees to your chest.

"And you're not?" Bruce remarks, surprised.

"I'm just a kid that Tony gave a job too. I'm not a super soldier or a highly trained assassin. I'm definitely not a genius, playboy philanthropist. It's like I'm inferior or something," You explain, looking down at the floor. Suddenly the floor tiles seemed more interesting than looking at their faces.

"y/n" Tony dragged out, causing you to look up at him.

"Look I think I'm just going to go upstairs," You say, slowly getting off the workbench and walking to the elevator. As the doors close, you give them a sad smile. Once the elevator stops at your floor, you pull out your phone to text your friend, Mia.

You: Hey

You: R u able to call

Mia: Of course

Mia: You call or I call

You: You

Your phone is silent before the familiar ringtone of The End of All Things begins to play. You quickly answer it and lie down on your large queen mattress.

"What's going on?" Mia questions, getting straight to the point.

"I...I really miss not being able to see you every day," You reply, grabbing some clothes out of your closet.