Avengers Preferences

You wear something of his

Steve:

You awoke to sunlight pouring in through the crack in the curtains and the scent of cooking bacon. You grinned. Your boyfriend, Steve, was making breakfast. It was your first full day off in weeks and the pair of you had decided to stay in all day.

You yawned and got out of bed. While searching for something to wear, you realized all your comfy clothes were dirty. You sighed and dug through Steve's closet and found your favorite plaid shirt that he owned. You slipped it on over your head and tied your hair back in a ponytail. The shirt fell down halfway down your thighs and the sleeves passed your fingertips, but you didnt care. You walked into the kitchen in nothing but Steve's shirt and your underwear.

"Good morning, darling," Steve beamed at you. He was only in his pajama pants. "How's my beautiful - are you wearing my shirt?"

"Yeah," you reply, rubbing your eyes. "It's comfy."

"Good," he answered simply, handing you a plate of bacon and eggs.

"Thanks, honey," you told him, sitting down at the table. As he sat down, you noticed him looking you up and down whilst biting his lip.

"Everything ok, Steve?" You ask, cautiously.

"Everything's perfectly fine," he said. "It's just you look really-um-hot in my shirt. It's almost as if your trying to tease me." You smirked.

"Maybe I am."

"Oh well that's not right." Steve smirked back at you, knowing exactly what you were doing. He got to his feet and lifted into his arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist and started kissing him, as your, usually very gentlemanly, boyfriend carried you back to the bedroom. Your breakfast lay on the table, forgotten.

Tony:

You were really bored one day when Tony was out shopping and you went down into the lab. He always told you to never go in there without him because there was some really dangerous stuff and you could get hurt blah blah blah. He treated you like a child sometimes.

After snooping around for a bit, you got an idea.

"JARVIS? Can I try on one of Tony's suits?" You asked your boyfriend's disembodied voice, companion, robot thing.

"I really don't think it's wise, Miss (Y/L/N). Mr. Stark would not approve," JARVIS replied.

"What Tony doesn't know, won't hurt him," you said, innocently. "Pleeeeeeaaaaase."

JARVIS sighed. "Fine. Take model 37." A door in on the lab wall slid open and revealed a spotless Iron Man suit model. You stepped into it and the mask closed around your face. You were met with a screen with all kinds of graphs on it, a view of the outside world, and JARVIS in your ear.

"Ok," you muttered. "This can't be that complicated." You took a step and heard a loud clank. "JARVIS how do I fly?"

"I don't think you should-" the robot protested.

"JARVIS," you sigh.

"Mr. Stark is going to disable me for this," JARVIS  muttered. "Just push your hands out, palms open. Gently."

You didn't hear the last bit and thrust your hands open. You shot upwards and hit your head hard against the ceiling.  You screamed as you flew around Tony's lab, somehow managing to hit every wall and not knock anything over. Then the booming voice of your boyfriend echoed through the room.

"JARVIS DISABLE MODEL 37!!" You felt yourself crash to the floor as the suit lost power. The mask on your face retracted to reveal, a half angry, half concerned, Tony.