Loki- You sat in the living room, your eyes fixed on the TV. You were playing Disney Infinity, and it wasn't going the way you wanted it to go. You were in Toy Story mode, playing as Jessie during a Zurgbot simulation. You kept on dying, and it was getting you angrier each time. Each time you died, you stomped your foot and swore under your breath. You didn't notice your boyfriend, Loki, enter the room and stand behind the couch, directly behind you. "Goddamn it, stupid fricken' robot!" You huffed, getting ready to throw the Wii remote and nunchuk to the ground and walk away from the game. You restarted the simulation one more time, still unaware that Loki was watching you. Finally, you had made it to the end and you jumped out of your seat. You heard a chuckle, and you whipped around to see Loki with a smirk on his face. You blush, and sit back down, and he joins you, laughing when you get angry.
Steve- You were in the sitting room in front of the TV. You were playing Mario Kart, and you were winning. You were very focused, and you were determined to keep first place status. "Baby? What're you doing?" Steve asked, entering the room and sitting beside you. "I'm playing Mario Kart, now hush. I'm winning." You say, staying focused. "What's that?" He asked. "A racing game. Hush." You answer, crossing the finish line and starting the third and final lap. "Can you explain?" He asked, watching the screen intently. "When I've won." You reply, dodging a banana skin. He remained silent for the rest of your race, and when you crossed the finish line in first place, you cheered. "Now can you explain?" Steve asked. You turn to him, and explain the game, the controls, and the items and their uses. "Wanna race?" He asks, and you gladly accept the challenge. You start to race, neck in neck, until he pulls off a trick that lands him in first, you in second. "Wha... How?" You stammer. "Looks like I win this time." He says. "This time, but not next." You say, starting another race.
Tony- "Oh come on!" You call into your headset. You were playing Call of Duty, and you had died, again. This game made you furious, but you loved it anyways. Tony came into the room silently and stood behind you as you played. You fired at another player, hitting him and killing him. "Sorry, but yes!" You say into the headset. You hated killing other players and making them swear and rant, but it was part of the game. "Don't be so harsh babe. Only with me." Tony whispers in your ear, making you jump and miss your target. You get killed, and you whip off your headset. "Tony! Why would you do that?' You whine. "To mess with you, that's why." He chuckles.Tony walks around the couch and sits beside you, and wraps an arm around you. "Ugh! I hate it when you interfere with my game." You moan, tossing the headset and controller down. "But you love me, so it all evens out in the end." He says, kissing your cheek, and making you smile.
Clint- It was no surprise finding you in the living room, playing Assassains's Creed. As you aimed your bow at one of the enemies, you started thinking about the likeness between the hero and Clint, your boyfriend. You didn't notice Clint enter the room and sit on the couch until he cleared his throat. "What does this archer have that I don't?" He chuckled. You jumped, dropped your controller, and fired the arrow at the wrong place. "Clint! Don't do that!" You laugh. "But, you didn't answer my question." He said with a smile. "You're way better than this archer, trust me." You say. He wraps an arm around you, and you snuggle closer to him after picking up the controller again. You start playing again. Clint watches in amusement as you pull out a dagger and stab someone in the back, and as you dodge the many weapons fired at you and as you climb onto roofs. "He's almost as cool as me." He says after a while. "Almost." You agree.
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Avengers, Loki, and Bucky Preferences/Short Imagines [Wattys2017]
Fanfic❝ why deprive ourselves of dreams and fantasies? i find they help us get through reality. ❞