Avengers Preferences

You're insecure

Heyo! So in this one, I give you a quality that your insecure about and these were randomly picked so you may have to stretch your imagination a little (ex. pretend you have glasses). I'm sorry if your fave is written for a quality you don't have, but I hope you still enjoy.

Steve: You sighed as Steve retold the story of his transformation for the hundredth time. He thought you liked hearing about it because that's what you told him. The truth was, it bothered you. He was so brave. You could never be like that. Compared to Steve you were a little wimp.

You covered your mouth just after the sigh escaped your lips.

"Are you ok, sweetheart?" Steve asked, concerned.

"Yeah," you muttered, shaking it off.

"Gosh you're a bad liar," he commented. "What's wrong?"

"It's just you were so brave to do something like that. To let them test on you like a lab rat and then go out and fight your ass off for America. I couldn't do half of that," you told him. Steve laughed.

"You're terrible," he chuckled.

"Wh-what do you mean?" You asked, hurt.

"You think I wasn't terrified and wanted to quit? Because I did, at times, but then I remembered what I was fighting for. I'll bet when the time comes, you could do the same," he assured you. You smiled.

"Thanks Steve," you blushed. Hearing that from him meant the world to you. 

Tony: You'd always been insecure about your glasses and since you'd never been able to afford contacts, you'd been stuck with them all your whole life. Since Tony had never needed glasses, it was even worse. One day you decided, "Screw it" and left your glasses off. You could hardly see, but you couldn't stand them any longer.

You'd barely taken two steps before you stubbed your tow on the dresser. Biting back a string of swears, you put your arms out on front of you and inched your way to the living room.

"Babe?" Tony asked, looking up from the morning newspaper. "What happened to your glasses?"

"I hate them," you muttered, easing your way on to the couch.

"You can't see though, dear," he said obviously holding back a chuckle.

"But they're weird," you sighed. You figured Tony wouldn't get it.

"I love them," he declared.

"Really?" You asked skeptically.

"Yup and since you can't see, I'll get them for you," he stated, getting to his feet and retrieving your glasses from the bedroom. Tony slipped the glasses on to your face and everything became ten times clearer. The first thing that came into focus was Tony's award worthy smile.

"See I love 'em" he beamed. "And I love you, gorgeous."

"I love you too, handsome."

Clint: You watched Clint train with Natasha and glanced at your flabby arms. She was so athletic and could train with Clint for hours. You'd be tired within the first ten minutes.

You took a seat on the floor and waited for them to finish. You were silent for almost the entire ride home.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Clint asked.

"Nothing, Catnip," you answered, hoping the use of the nickname would fool him.

"Is it about Natasha? Because there's nothing going on," he said.

"Its nothing," you replied. "I'm fine."

"You're lying to me."

"I'm okay, Clint, really."