Avengers x Reader Imagines

Singles Will Be Paired (Steve Rogers)

It's quarantine time baby.

...hello.

Yes, it's been a while, more specifically, *checks notes* a little more than a year? Oops.

Did Endgame kinda make me lose interest in Marvel for a while? Maybe. Have I become more invested in Star Wars as my main fandom? Perhaps. Have I been working on a Star Wars fic? Affirmative. Now that we are all in quarantine, have I been reading hours of fan fiction? Definitely. Have I been rewatching old Marvel movies that make me want to write more in this story? Well if you're reading this right now, that means I actually wrote something so....yup.

Anyway, I don't know how good this is gonna be. I just want to have fun writing something that isn't a government term paper ughhhhhhh.

Stay safe, stay home, and wash your hands.

Enjoy.

CONTENT WARNING: Language!

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Many people have different things they have mastered.  Some have gone to school for several year and have become brain surgeons.  Others can take different ingredients and make amazing dishes for high-class restaurants.  But you?

You are an absolute master of the death glare.  And you are using that to your full advantage as you scowl at your best friend, who is currently consuming a funnel cake and getting powdered sugar absolutely everywhere.  Unfortunately, after being friends for this long, she is used to your glare and it is powerless against her.  She cheerfully waves at you.  You flip her off.

The one time you need her the most, she abandons you.  She went against the unspoken rule of your friendship, to never leave your bestie when they need you by their side the most.  Yet here you are, standing in line for the biggest roller coaster you've ever even dared to think about riding, and she is safely under the shade of a nearby umbrella, eating the rest of her dessert.

Several minutes earlier...

"Please! I'm begging you!"

Your friend glances at you.  "I already said no.  That thing is fucking scary."

You groan, your social anxiety keeping you from simply going on the ride by yourself.  "Please, I'll do anything."

She scans the menu in front of her.  "Ooooooo, funnel cakes."

"Ughhhhhhhh, please?"

"You know I don't like coasters!"

"But if you don't come with me, I'll have to ride with a stranger!  What if they're a criminal? Some sort of psychopath who escaped from an institution somewhere where they don't have girls?!?! He could have..."

"Ok Dawn, I get the picture." Setting down the menu, she faces you.  "Picture this, you sit down next to a very attractive guy.  He turns to you, a shy smile on his face, and introduces himself,  You introduce yourself back, the ride starts, you two have an awesome time, he buys that cute picture of you two on the coaster, you fall in love, have two kids, three dogs, and a cat, move to the country, live a long and happy life, and it's all because I didn't go with you and decided to consume a funnel cake instead. Boom."

"..."

"Absolutely flawless plan."

"Fuck you."

"I love you too."

And that's how you found yourself in the singles line, more anxious about the thought of sitting with a stranger than the coaster itself.