Marvel Preferences and Imagines

Imagine ~ Desmond_Hume

Imagine ~ Desmond_Hume

"Charlotte?" Your head snaps up at the mention of your name. You and the rest of the Avengers were playing truth or dare and it was your turn. "Ummm, truth!" You decided. Tony smirked. Oh god! You thought. "Who do you like Charlotte?" You smiled "I like all of you Tony!" He just rolled his eyes at you before saying "Charlotte who do you like like?" You raised your eyebrows at his immature phrase. You knew the answer, of course you did! Since you joined the Avengers three years ago there had only ever been on man for you. Clint Barton a.k.a Hawkeye. You loved him and refused to tell him, much to other people's annoyance. Natasha and Tony had worked out how you felt about him and were constantly taunting you about it. Steve had once told you that he thought Clint liked you but you waved away his thoughts, reassuring him neither of you liked each other. The prospect of him liking you made you undeniably happy - but you still refused to admit your love in case you embarrassed yourself.

You dragged yourself away from your thoughts and into the came, to be met by six people staring at you. "I cannot share that information!" You said quickly. They all sighed and starting speaking. "You can't not answer Charlotte" You thought quickly, searching for an answer "Yeah Nat's right you have to answer the question!" Clint stated, smiling gleefully. You cringed internally - you could never tell him, especially not like this. "C'mon Charlotte, who do you like?" Tony asked again, causing you to glare at him. "Guys, she doesn't have to answer it if she really doesn't want to!" Steve spoke up. You smiled at him gratefully, before standing up. "I'm going to bed to watch a film." Then you walked to your bedroom, trying to make it seem like you weren't storming out.

Once you reached you bedroom door, you heard someone running after you. "Hey Charlotte!" You turned around, hoping it wasn't Tony coming to torment you even more. It was Steve. "What's up?" You asked, smiling. "I don't really want to play that game any more, but i'm not tired. I was wondering if you'd mind if i joined you to watch a film?" You held back a giggle at his awkwardness. "Of course not if you don't want to! I'd hate to invite myself into a lady's bedroom this late at night!" This time the giggle escaped. "Steve it's half past 9 and your really not being too forward!" He smiled and rubbed the back of his neck. You stepped to the side and welcomed him in. "Make yourself comfortable, I'm just going to get some popcorn! Have a look at my films - you can pick one, if you want." You saw Steve kneel down in front of your films before you dashed off to the kitchen. Thankfully you don't encounter Tony or any of the others on your journey.

When you returned you saw Steve sat on your bed with two films in his hands. "Which one did you pick?" You asked as you walked in. Steve's head snapped up "I can't decide which one!" He looked so stressed you couldn't help but laugh. Steve showed you both the films and you pointed at one of them, he grinned and went to put it in the DVD player. You settled yourself against your headboard and shifted over to make room for Steve. He sits down next to you and takes a handfull of popcorn, smiling gratefully.

A while later the film had finished and you were both wiping tears from your eyes. Steve repeated one of the jokes and you both cracked up yet again. Neither of you had stopped laughing the entire film and you were slightly worried you had been keeping everyone else up. Then again it was half past 11 and thats when most of you went to sleep. It always annoyed Tony that you went to bed then as he always wanted to stay up later with everyone. Steve helped you clear up the popcorn that had been spilt during fits of laughter and turned off the TV. "Thankyou for letting me watch that with you Charlotte!" You grinned. "It's fine Steve! I'm glad of the company" He smiled before walking out of your bedroom. "Hey maybe we could watch that other one some time?" You nodded. "Sure!" Then you gave him a quick hug and he headed towards his room. As you turned back to your room you saw the door of the room opposite slam shut; Clint slept opposite. You frowned but shook it off - he probably got picked on in the game as well.