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Avengers x Best Friend! Reader
You and Bucky had been inseparable ever since he joined the Avengers. While everyone else was still figuring out how to approach the quiet super soldier, you treated him like you would any other person. You'd drag him to movie nights, convince him to try your hobbies, and somehow became the only person who could get him to smile without even trying. Over the years, you guys developed a strong friendship and were always hanging out together. If someone couldn't find one of you, the first place they checked was wherever the other one happened to be. Somewhere along the way, Bucky fell hopelessly in love with you. Unfortunately for him, you seemed determined to find love anywhere except right in front of you.
When you announced that you'd matched with someone on a dating app, Bucky's heart sank. He still smiled and asked about them because that's what best friends did, but he was actually picking the person apart. "He says his favorite hobby is… trading crypto???" he muttered, earning a laugh from you. "Buck, don't judge him before we've even gone out." Bucky forced a grin and wished you luck, even helping you pick an outfit before your first date. The whole time, he kept thinking: I hope he cancels.
The date started out promising enough. Your match greeted you with flowers, held the restaurant door open, and seemed charming at first. That lasted all of fifteen minutes. Every conversation somehow circled back to him: his job, his car, his workout routine, the expensive watch he kept "casually" bringing up. By the time your food arrived, he'd interrupted you a dozen times and had somehow forgotten your name despite you mentioning it too many times to count. The final straw came when he spent nearly ten minutes flirting with the waitress before asking if you'd be okay splitting the bill because he was "trying to save money." You walked out wondering why you even bothered trying anymore.
By the time you got back to Avengers Tower, Bucky was sitting on the couch in the common room with a book resting on his lap that he clearly hadn't been reading. The moment he saw your expression, he closed it without a word. "That bad?" he asked. You dramatically flopped down beside him, kicked your shoes off, and groaned into one of the throw pillows. "Buck... where do people even find these men?" He chuckled quietly. "The internet, apparently."
Once you started talking, you couldn't stop. You told him about the endless bragging, the flirting with the waitress, the awkward goodbye, and the fact that he'd texted you before you'd even gotten home asking if you had any attractive friends. Bucky listened. He was completely focused on you, occasionally shaking his head in disbelief or muttering, "You've got to be kidding." Then you sighed and leaned your head against his shoulder. "Maybe I'm just bad at picking people." Bucky looked down at you, his chest tightening.
You kept rambling, completely unaware of the war going on inside his head. "At this point, maybe I should just let Natasha set me up with someone. Or maybe Sam knows somebody. Honestly, I don't even care anymore. I just want someone who's kind, listens when I talk, remembers the little things, makes me laugh..." You paused, thinking. "...Is that really asking for too much?" Bucky let out a short, humorless laugh. "No," he responded quietly. "It isn't."
You didn't notice how tense he'd become. "I swear, the next person I go out with better at least let me finish a sentence." Bucky finally rubbed a hand down his face and sighed. "Would you stop?" You blinked. "...Stop what?" He looked at you with frustration and affection. "Stop telling me about all these idiots." His voice softened. "Every time you come home from one of these dates, you tell me everything you wish you could find in someone..." He swallowed. "...and every single thing you describe is something I've been trying to be for years."
The room fell completely silent. Bucky shook his head with a small, self-conscious laugh. "I wasn't gonna say anything. I kept telling myself you'd figure it out eventually or... maybe I'd get over it." He looked down at his hands before admitting, "But listening to you chase after people who don't appreciate you is driving me insane." After a long pause, he finally met your eyes. "Maybe..." He rubbed the back of his neck. "...Maybe you should just date me."
For a moment, all you could do was stare. Then your mind started replaying years' worth of memories: Bucky always bringing you your favorite coffee without asking, saving you the last slice of pizza, instinctively standing between you and danger during missions, remembering every birthday, every bad day, every little thing you'd ever mentioned. Your eyes widened. "...Oh my God." Bucky immediately winced. "Fuck… This was a mistake. Forget I said anything—" You cut him off. "Buck... Oh my God. You are the one!"
Bucky frowned. "...What?" You smiled so brightly it made his heart skip. "Everything I've been looking for has been you." Before he could process your words, you leaned over and kissed him. It was gentle, a little hesitant, but the second you pulled away, Bucky couldn't stop smiling. You rested your forehead against his. "You think you'd be interested in a first date?" Bucky laughed. It was a full, genuine laugh that filled the room. "Only if I get to pay." "Deal."
You and Peter had been best friends for years, and everyone in the Tower knew it. If Peter disappeared, there was an eighty percent chance he was in your room playing video games or doing homework with you. If you disappeared, chances were you were curled up in his room watching a movie while he worked on a new web shooter. The two of you were so attached that the rest of the Avengers constantly teased you guys about becoming a couple. You always laughed it off, while Peter nearly choked on whatever he happened to be drinking. The truth was, he'd been in love with you for years. He just figured you deserved someone more confident than the awkward guy who still tripped over his own feet.
After months of convincing from your friends, you finally agreed to start dating again. Peter had been sitting beside you on the couch when you casually dropped that you were meeting someone for dinner on Friday. His smile fell for just a fraction of a second before putting it back on and forcing himself to sound excited. "That's... that's awesome." Then, because he was Peter, he immediately started helping you prepare. He helped you pick an outfit, hyped you up while you got ready, and even gave you a thumbs-up before you left the Tower. The second the elevator doors closed, he sighed and let himself fall backward onto the couch. Sam walked past, took one look at him, and said, "You know, this is entirely your own fault." Peter groaned into a pillow. "I know."
At first, the date actually seemed promising. Your date was funny enough to keep the conversation flowing, and you started thinking maybe this one would finally work out. Then they spent fifteen minutes talking about how being an Avenger "must not be that impressive" compared to their own job. When you politely changed the subject, they interrupted you three separate times before pulling out their phone halfway through dinner to answer texts. You were completely done when they asked if you could introduce them to Tony because they had a "business idea" they wanted funded. It became painfully obvious they weren't interested in getting to know you. They were only interested in their own agenda.
You made it back to Avengers Tower feeling completely drained. The first person you saw when the elevator doors opened was Peter sitting at the kitchen island building legos. The second he looked up and saw your expression, he immediately set everything down. "Oh no..." he said. "It didn’t go well did it?" You let out a sigh before dropping onto the stool beside him. "Peter... if one more person asks me to introduce them to Tony, I'm deleting every dating app I've ever downloaded."
Peter listened while you recounted the entire evening. You told him about the constant interruptions, the phone at the dinner table, the business pitch, and the fact that your date couldn't even remember your favorite hobby despite asking about it twenty minutes earlier. Peter laughed at all the right moments, rolled his eyes whenever your date sounded especially ridiculous, and somehow always knew exactly when to slide your favorite snack across the counter without interrupting your story. It was such a small gesture, but it made you smile for the first time all evening.
You leaned your elbows on the counter and sighed. "Is it really that hard to find someone who actually listens?" Peter looked away before replying, "No." You kept talking, too frustrated to notice how strangely quiet he'd become. "I don't need anything extravagant. I just want someone who's excited to spend time with me. Someone who remembers the little things. Someone who doesn't treat me as an opportunity to meet famous people." Peter couldn't stop the tiny, bittersweet smile that crossed his face. I've been doing that for years, he thought.
"Maybe I'm asking for too much," you mumbled. "Maybe I just have unrealistic expectations." Peter's head snapped up so quickly that it caught you off guard. "No!" he blurted out louder than he intended. You blinked in surprise. His ears immediately turned bright red. "...Sorry. I just..." He rubbed the back of his neck. "You're not asking for too much." His voice softened. "You're asking for the bare minimum."
You smiled appreciatively before continuing your rant. "Maybe I should let Steve set me up with somebody next." Peter felt something in his chest finally snap. Before he could think better of it, the words came tumbling out. "Or..." He paused, his heart pounding so hard he was convinced you could hear it. "...you could just go out with me." The kitchen fell completely silent. Peter's eyes widened almost immediately. "...I—I wasn't supposed to say that out loud."
You stared at him in complete disbelief. Peter immediately started panicking, talking so fast that half his words blended together. "You don't have to pretend you didn't hear me. Seriously, forget I said anything. I just... every time you come back from one of these dates, I sit here listening to you describe your perfect person, and all I can think is that I've been trying to be that person since the day we met. I know I'm awkward, and I know I'm not exactly the coolest guy ever, but... I really like you. I have for a long time." He looked down at the floor with a defeated laugh. "...Wow. That sounded way less embarrassing in my head."
You couldn't help smiling. Reaching over, you gently took one of his hands. "Peter..." He looked up nervously. "Do you remember my birthday?" He blinked. "...Of course." "My coffee order?" "...Obviously." "The name of the stray cat I fed every morning for two months?" "...Mittens." You laughed. "Exactly." Peter frowned in confusion until you squeezed his hand. "I've been looking for someone who notices the little things... while completely overlooking the person who's been doing that all along." His eyes widened as you leaned over and kissed him. When you pulled away, he looked so stunned that you had to giggle. "...So," you tease, "how about I let you take me on my next first date instead?" Peter's smile grew so wide it almost hurt. "I'd... I'd really like that."
Becoming best friends with Loki was something no one on the team ever expected. You were the only person in Avengers Tower who didn't treat him like he was one bad day away from betraying everyone. You teased him when he was being dramatic, called him out when he was being insufferably smug, and somehow convinced him to join “family bonding” nights despite his constant complaints. Somewhere between your late-night conversations in the library, cups of tea in the kitchen, and dragging him out of his room whenever he isolated himself, the God of Mischief realized he'd fallen completely in love with you. Unfortunately, you only ever referred to him as your "best friend."
Over breakfast, you told the team that you'd agreed to go on a date with someone you'd met a few days earlier. The entire Avengers team seemed excited for you. Loki, on the other hand, nearly crushed the ceramic mug in his hand. Of course, no one noticed. His expression never changed beyond a polite smile as he calmly asked where the two of you were going. You happily explained your plans while he silently picked apart every detail. A rooftop restaurant? Overpriced. A sunset walk? Unoriginal. A bouquet of roses? Predictable. He told himself he wasn't jealous. He was simply... skeptical. Yes. Skeptical.
The date started surprisingly well. Your date was charming, funny, and attentive enough that you briefly allowed yourself to think this one might actually be different. That illusion shattered the moment they noticed someone recognized you as an Avenger. Suddenly, every conversation became about your job, the famous people you knew, and whether you could get them tickets to the next Stark Industries gala. By dessert, they'd asked more questions about Thor than they had about you. The nail in the coffin came when they casually remarked, "You know, if this works out, imagine how cool it'd be to tell people I'm dating an Avenger." You smiled politely for the rest of the evening, but the excitement you'd felt at the beginning was long gone.
The moment you returned to the Tower, you found Loki curled up on one end of the library sofa with a book resting in his lap. He looked up the second he heard your footsteps. One glance at your exhausted expression was all it took for him to close the book and set it aside. "Judging by that look," he said dryly, "I assume the evening did not end with wedding bells." You let out a tired laugh before collapsing dramatically beside him. "You're never allowed to say 'I told you so.'" Loki raised an amused eyebrow. "I wasn't going to... aloud."
As always, Loki listened without interrupting while you vented. You told him about the constant questions regarding the Avengers, the endless attempts to impress you, and the uncomfortable realization that your date seemed more interested in your title as an Avenger than your personality. Every so often, Loki would hum thoughtfully or make a sarcastic remark that earned a reluctant laugh from you. "They actually asked if Thor could officiate a hypothetical wedding," you groaned, dropping your face into your hands. Loki stared at you for a long moment before muttering, "I have met mortals with more sense than that... though admittedly, the list is rather short."
You sighed and leaned your head against the back of the sofa. "At this point, maybe I'm just destined to have terrible taste in people." Loki looked at you from the corner of his eye. "I sincerely doubt that." You continued anyway, too caught up in your frustration to notice the way his jaw had tightened. "I don't understand why this keeps happening. I just want someone who's honest. Someone who actually enjoys spending time with me instead of what I can do for them. Someone who makes me feel important..." You laughed weakly. "...Is that really so impossible?" Loki's fingers tightened into a fist in his lap.
You kept rambling. "Maybe Natasha should start setting me up instead. Or maybe Steve. Honestly, I'll try anything at this point." That was apparently one suggestion too many. Loki abruptly smacks his hand on his book with a loud thud, making you jump. "Oh, for heaven's sake," he muttered. You blinked in confusion. "...What?" He gave you a frustrated look. "Must you insist on searching every corner of the Nine Realms for a suitable partner while stubbornly ignoring the one sitting beside you?" The room fell silent. Even Loki seemed surprised he'd said it out loud.
He let out a long sigh before pinching the bridge of his nose. "Wonderful. That was not how I intended this conversation to go." You simply stared at him. Loki gave a short, humorless laugh before continuing. "Every time you return from one of these dreadful outings, you describe the same qualities you desire. Kindness. Loyalty. Intelligence. Someone who remembers the smallest details about you." He met your eyes. "Do you truly fail to see that I have been attempting to prove myself worthy of those things for a long time?" His voice softened almost imperceptibly. "You are forever searching for someone who already exists."
You sat there in stunned silence as the memories of you two came rushing back. Loki quietly making you tea whenever you couldn't sleep. Illusions of your favorite flowers appearing on your desk after difficult missions. The way he always saved the seat beside him during team meetings despite pretending not to care where anyone sat. The books he'd recommended because he remembered you mentioning a single interest months earlier. The sarcastic remarks that somehow always made you laugh after bad days. Slowly, a smile spread across your face. "...I’m an absolute idiot." Loki frowned. "...I beg your pardon?" You laughed through the tears gathering in your eyes. "You've had a crush on me this whole time, haven't you?" A faint blush dusted the tips of his ears. "...In retrospect... perhaps I was less subtle than I believed."
You shifted closer until your knees were brushing his. "Do you know why none of these dates ever worked?" Loki tilted his head. You smiled softly. "Because every single time something happened, my first thought was..." You reached over and intertwined your fingers with his. "...'I can't wait to tell Loki about this.'" For the first time in a very long while, the God of Mischief was completely speechless. You leaned forward and kissed him gently, smiling against his lips when you felt him smile back. When you finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours and let out the quietest laugh. “Does this mean I get a date from you?" Loki's grin was from ear-to-ear now. "My dear... Of course."
