Avengers x Reader (Oneshots, Requests, Fluffy, stuff like that)

Ummm... It's a story...?

((A/N): I'm going to be honest.

I don't know what the hell this is.

But anyway, I just came up with this in my spare time, so it's really sloppy, has no plot, or shippings. Apart from Stony xP Anyway, I'm really sorry it sucks.

~Jasman)

'Steve, I'm bored!'

'That's all you've said for the past ten minutes, (y/n).'

'That's because I'm bored!'

'(y/n), shut up.'

'You shut up, Tony!'

'Sis, we both know that's not possible.'

'Brother,  you are a stupid genius.'

'I don't know whether to take that as a compliment, or an insult. So I'll just take it as a compliment.'

'Arghhhhh,  screw you, Tony!'

'God sis, that's incest.'

'I hate you so very, very, much.'

'Love you too.'

'That's it, I'm going to see Clint and Nat.'

You jumped up, and stormed out the dorm you shared with Steve and your brother, Tony.

You knocked on the door of Clint and Natasha's door. They shared a dorm with each other for... obvious reasons. It was only 9:10, so Clint wouldn't be back yet. Which meant the one and only...

GIRL TIME!!!!

♢Time Skip, brought to you by girly time!♢

You and Natasha had crashed on the lounge, with two bags of m'n'ms, a giant bowl of popcorn,  and a drink of coke and grape-flavored Fanta. 'Right, let's get this girl night started!' You grinned, and pulled out five or ten movies. 'Which one first?' Natasha asked. 'Um, why not Shaun of the Dead?' You shrugged, and put the disk in the DVD player.

*ANOTHER TIME SKIP,  BECAUSE I CAN'T BE BOTHERED DESCRIBING THE MOVIES*

> Clint's P.O.V <

'Hey babe.' Clint says as he strolled in the door. He walked over to the lounge, but grinned as he saw you and Natasha completely asleep, lollies and popcorn scattered around you. 'Hahaha, so that's what you get up to when I'm not around.'  He threw a warm blanket over the two of you, and then strolled next door to your dorm, not bothering to knock.

Which was the biggest mistake of his life.

Steve and Tony were lying on the lounge. Normally, Clint would've been fine with that. But normally, they weren't passionately making out.

Top less.

'Haha, um, bad time?'

♤ Reader's P.O.V♤

You woke up to a very disturbed Clint drinking a cup of coffee, rocking back and forward on the kitchen bench, mumbling things under his breath. 'Um, Clint?' You asked tiredly. He looked up at you, and you could see bags under his eyes. 'Steve... Tony... Life... Ruined...' He mumbled, and you gave him a weird look. 'Okay they...'  You heard a groan, and looked over at Natasha, head pounding. 'Goddamn sugar hangover...' She grumbled. You laughed, and regretted it immediately. 'Fudge...' You stumbled up, and held out a hand to Natasha, who took it gratefully. 'Come on, we can crash in my dorm.' You mumbled. Natasha nodded, and staggered over to your dorm.

'We're going to sleep.' You mumbled to Steve and Tony, who were shouting over who was the best football (the sport with the OVAL ball, not the circle :3) team. 'But it's 9 in the morn-' 'Don't care.' Steve and Tony exchanged a look, and shrugged. 'Alrighty then. You sure sleeping is all you'll be doing?' Tony smirked. Wow, you thought. Even half asleep and coping with a sugar hangover, Natasha can pack a pretty good punch.

Tony was sprawled on the floor, holding his jaw. 'C'mon, Natasha.' You grumbled. You grabbed her hand, and dragged her to your bed. You collapsed onto the bed, and Natasha slumped next to you. 'Good morning, Tasha...' You mumbled, and let the boat of sleep drift of into the ocean of dreams.