Just some Imagines about your favourite Avengers/Marvel characters!
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"Y/n?" You hear your name get called and you turn away from your mirror to see Steve in the doorway of your bathroom.
"You okay?" You ask him, suddenly conscious of the fact that you're in a towel in front of him.
"Yeah, I was just coming to see if you were going to the party tonight?" He asks, stuffing his hands in his pockets and leaning against the doorframe.
"Yeah - I was kinda tricked into it by Bucky." You roll your eyes and laugh but you swear you see Steve tense.
"Okay. Yeah, okay. I'll see you there." He nods slightly before walking briskly out of your room -before you even had the chance to ask if he was okay.
You sighed and continued to apply your makeup. Once you were happy with the finished product, you slid into your dress and looked at yurself in the mirror. You snap a picture and send it to Natasha:
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"How does it look? XOXO Y/n"
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You put your phone down and start looking for something to do. You want to be fashionably late and even then the party didn't start for another 10 minutes. You decide on organising the DVD shelf that you have.
At the moment it was sorted alphabetically but you start to organise it in franchises - in order of your most to least favourite. You're moving DVDs around when your phone pings. A message.
You walk to your bed where you left your phone and turn it on. It's from Natasha.
"Amazing! You'll blow Steve's socks right off ;)"
You sigh, a small smile playing on your lips as you turn your phone off and place it back on your bed. You're about to walk away from it when you get another message. Your brows furrow in confusion as you pick your phone back up again. Your eyes widen as you see it's from Steve.
"Where are you? Can I come by your room?"
You stare at the text for what you only believe to be a few seconds but must've been a while because when you hear the knock at your door you jump out of your skin and fall off of the bed you were sat on.
You let out a groan, holding your elbow that you landed on. Your door opens and there Steve is, looking all perfect in his suit, leaning on the doorframe, hands in his pockets. Why does he always do that? It's so perfect.
He chuckles at your predicament and walks over to you to help you up. You go to stand but your heels make it difficult so you trip again but Steve catches you and you hold on to his muscular arms.
Your faces are inches apart and you could hear a pin drop. You snap out of it and clear your throat, moving away from him and standing up by yourself.
"Hey." You greet him and he smiles brightly at you.
"Hi."
He holds out his hand and you place yours in it, he almost instantly latches onto it and walks you out of your room. You both made jokes and comments about your clumsiness as you walked down to the party Tony was throwing, for your birthday.
