movie night (Avengers x Reader; platonic!Steve x Reader)
@hahaboop: hi! :) can I suggest a cute avengers movie night type thing? I absolutely love avengers fluff!
A/N: Thank you for requesting this! I enjoyed writing this after what seems like forever because I had the longest writer’s block (sorry). But alas, it is here now, so enjoy!
“Alright, so whose turn is it?” Sam pipes up as he plops himself on the couch.
“I don’t know, check the board, Wilson,” Bucky chimes in, grabbing a couple of popcorn from the bowl in his lap. The ex-assassin is nestled in his array of blankets on the couch where Sam just landed.
“Can’t be bothered to check it yourself can you, Barnes,” Sam mutters before eventually getting up to check The Board™. Bucky flips the finger playfully behind Sam’s back as he went.
Yes, I know we have a top-of-the-line AI who can keep track on whose turn it is to choose the film for the bi-weekly movie night. But the Earth’s mightiest heroes opted for a tool so mundane to keep them grounded to reality: a dollar-store bought, Avengers-themed white board, complete with its dry erase marker and eraser.
I chuckle to myself at the scene in front of me, before claiming my position beside Steve who, at this point, has given up his personal space and succumbed to becoming my personal space heater and cuddle buddy during movie nights. And I don’t think he minded.
“You comfy?” Steve asks me. I just hum in response as we get settled.
“Where’s that son of a- STARK IT’S YOUR PICK!” Sam shouted from his spot.
“Mr. Stark says he will be down in a minute, Mr. Bird Brain,” the AI responds in Tony’s absence. A collective chuckle hushes over the room at FRIDAY’s answer, because of course Tony called Sam Bird Brain, again. Sam rolls his eyes and went back to his spot beside Bucky, who refuses to share both his popcorn and blanket. A moment later, they start bickering, again.
“Settle down, children, jeez,” I say in a mocking ‘mom’ tone, which caused Steve and Natasha, who waltzes in the room, to chuckle.
“You two better settle down before Y/N goes full mom mode,” Nat teases.
“I don’t have enough energy to be a mom today, but I would if I have to,” I raise my eyebrows at both Barnes and Wilson, and they both quietly bicker before finally getting comfortable, Bucky relenting half of his blanket to Sam.
Nat takes her usual spot at the couch beside Steve as Wanda walks in the room and I pat the spot next to me and she squeezes in. “No Vision today?” I ask as she settles her blanket down and hugging a ‘good at naps’ pillow.
“No, he prefers to read in his room, need some ‘alone time’. Who knew robots also need alone time?” She wonders, before muttering, “Probably from those weirdos,” pointing to Sam and Bucky, making me chuckle.
“Your saviour is here, people,” Tony announces, which got no response from his people. He then stops in front of the TV. “I have chosen this week’s movie with great research and consideration.”
“FRIDAY, dim the lights and let the film commence,” he says extravagantly with what could be described as unmistakably Tony Stark, before taking his spot on his recliner.
The iconic Disney opening credits start to roll and I could hear Sam trying to exclaim a discreet “Yes!”, which received a shush from the whole group, followed by a mumbled “sorry”.
The thunder rumbles on screen as the movie starts and Steve whispers to me, “What’s the title?” I was about to answer when Nat chimes in, “Emperor’s New Groove.”
“Damn, Romanoff, you know your Disney, huh?” Sam says from the other end, probably louder than he intended. He, once more, got a collective shush from the group, and a nudge from Bucky.
“Did this come out recently?” it’s Wanda’s turn to ask me. “Uh, no, honey. It came out in like the 2000s,” I smile at her, which she returns as a thank you.
After two bathroom breaks in the middle of the movie by Bucky and Tony respectively, we finally finish the movie. A content sigh hushes over the room.
“Well, that was a treat,” I break the silence. “Thanks, Tony.”
“No worries, sweetheart,” he replies, blowing kisses to me which I return.
“Yeah, I still prefer the second one,” Sam pipes up, pausing to yawn, “that one’s much better.”
“Nuh-uh,” Nat gives him a mock offended look, “It is not! The first one is the best!”
“Yeah-uh! The second one is better!”
“Wha-? You’re even using a quote from the FIRST movie, Wilson!”
“There’s a second movie?” Wanda chimes in. “I wanna watch that.”
“It’s your turn to pick the next one, you can add it to the board,” Tony says to her and points to the board.
Nat and Sam is still in a heated, friendly argument (they insisted it was a debate, though) about which one is the better movie, when Bucky timidly says, “I like Tinkerbell.”
“What?” Steve is the first one to ask.
Bucky looks up from his phone, confused as to why we’re all looking at him with wide eyes, “What? I like the Tinkerbell movies, is that not allowed?”
“Buck, I haven’t even seen Tinkerbell, how have you watched all of them?” Steve asks, shaking his head in amusement. “And there are multiple? I didn’t even know that!”
“They are pretty good,” Wanda joins in the discussion.
Sam then begins to tease Bucky relentlessly, his debate with Nat long forgotten. Bucky is defending himself wholeheartedly that the Tinkerbell movies are cinematic masterpieces, complete with exaggerated hand movements.
I’m watching the scene unfold in front of my eyes, chuckling at their antics, while thinking to myself that I’ve found my home.
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