Avengers Preferences.

°How You Met°

Thor:

You, to put this simply, are incredibly impatient. You run everywhere, you never slow down. Hey, no one can judge you-- It got you a damn good life working with a great engineering company and racking up the income. Of course, if the God of Thunder hadn't been in the exact right place at the exact right time, you, for lack of better word, would be roadkill.

You were running late for possibly the first time in your entire life. It was New York, and you couldn't seem to catch a break that day. Your alarm was broken,  your car wouldn't start, traffic was everywhere so the cabbie was useless. You'd decided to run to work instead. Sprinting on the sidewalk, your bag banging painfully against your back. You just had one more street to cross when an SD card  dropped out of your laptop bag. You swore loudly, bending down to pick up the small slab. You didn't even hear the loud honks until--
Fwoosh! You go flying into the air, some strong man's arms holding you by your waist and yanking you out of the way. He set you down, and you both stared at each other for a moment.

"Th-thanks." You panted out, raising an eyebrow at your attractive saviour.

"Fair maiden, why is it that you were running?" The man asked in a gravelly voice. You were confused by his way of speaking, but said nothing of it.

"Gets me places quicker." You said cheekily, winking at the man you don't know the name of and running up the stone stairs to the entrance of.your workplace.

"Wait! You forgot your--" Thor had begun to call, but was cut off by the large door you'd just gone into slamming. He looked at the SD card in his hand strangely,  then closed it in his fist.

Steve Rogers:

You definitely don't have the high life. You had one of those ridiculously angsty pasts-- one you were currently running from. At the moment, you had a fake name. You were a waitress at some crap cafe, hoping to get some money before he found you again. Currently resting your back against the wall in what they called a kitchen, as there were no customers at your designated tables, you were taking a small needed break. You heard the bell jingke and the perky host at the front [who was just there, mind you, because of her whore-ish tendencies and large chest] speak excitedly to the new, faceless customer. What awkward family is coming in here while on a roadtrip this time? You wondered, sighing when the pager in your hand signalled her to get back to work. Of course they were seated in your area. Pushing yourself off of the wall, you gathered as much fake Southern charm as you could handle and cheerily almost bounced your way over. What you saw when you rounded the corner was not expected, and almost stopped you in your tracks. Five very attractive men and one lethal looking woman-- these were the kind of crowd that he sends after you. But you can't look suspicious.

"Hi!" You say cheerily,  avoiding eye contact with all of the people at the table.

"My name is Bethany, and I'll be your server for today. We all ready for drinks?" You asked, feeling the eyes of the woman on you suspiciously.

"Water for me, please." The woman said coldly, and you wrote it down on your notepad. As the others varied in drinks, you turned to the last man. Baby blue eyes was the first thing you saw. Your gaze casted over him as you shakily asked him, as well, what he'd like. God, he looked so familiar! Why couldn't you place it?

"A coke for me, please." He said, his voice smooth. Even for someone who didn't know who these strange people were, you almost swooned. You smiled quickly at them, turning and striding briskly to the kitchen where you began to prepare the drinks. You could hear them, whispering softly. You heard your "name", and then, something that made you drop your platter of cups full of drinks. Your real name. You instantly went into high gear, sprinting out of the small building with their cries behind you.

"[Y/N]!" One shouted, seemingly trying to calm you down while capturing you. You slammed harshly into the ground, and the first thing you saw was baby blue eyes.

"We're here to help."

Tony Stark:

So... Maybe a rebound party wasn't the greatest idea for your current mind state. Hell if you cared, though; you needed a distraction and this was exactly what you always did. It was immature, reckless, ridiculous and exactly what you believed you needed. You got dressed in an [admittedly] skanky outfit, set up the damn thing, and invited all of your friends. And your friends invite their friends, and so on until it seemed that all of New York was inside of your inherited mansion. Everyone was either drunk, high, or both [I'm sure we can guess what category you fell into] and having a shit ton of fun. You, currently, were downing another alcohol pumped, fruity 'women drink' while idiotically bobbing your head to the techno beat. You jumped off of your high seat and stumbled, tripping and almost hitting the ground. Two burly arms had caught you, and you twisted and turned to see who it was. You grinned excitedly when you saw the man you'd never met.

"Chris!" You'd shouted, randomly coming up with the name.

"You came!" The man laughed awkwardly, setting you gently on your feet.

"Sorry sweetheart," The gorgeous man replied.

"Not your friend." You giggled.
"Everyone is my friend!" You exclaimed incredibly loudly, almost falling over yet again. The man smirked.

"So, light-weight, do I get to know your name?" He questioned.

"Haha, you're so funny Adrian!" You laughed.

"It's [Y/N]. Wait..." You frowned.

"What's your name?" You instantly turned bouncy and bubbly once again. The man laughed.

"Tony." He replied simply, helping you stand.

"C'mon, let's go see if one of the bedrooms aren't occupied."

Bruce Banner.

You, as a complete and utter, out-of-the-closet Science Nerd, went to a convention. Spent all of your money for the ticket and the plane, got there with no hotel room and no way to even  find the convention. You had to admit, it was impulsive at the very least. You were incredibly lucky that one of the speakers, the one you were most excited for, happened to send you sprawling to the ground.

Walking along in your fake nerdy glasses, wearing the shirt you'd bought online, you knew you looked absolutely ridiculous. Plus the fact that you were wandering around and had been for the past two hours, you could see the suspicious glares from the security. You took a step forward--

"Woah!" It was a man's voice, you could tell, taught with surprise.

"Are you alright, miss?" He'd said it politey. You, on the other hand, gaped like a fish.

"H-holy shit..." You whispered, your eyes growing wider and wider.

"I'm Bruce. What's your name?"