#avengers x reader

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Hello :) please could I request an evening in the fall at the avengers tower with each of the main 6? Or even jst banner whichever you prefer,, I came from reading ur bruce banner fic it was so cute :,)

Hiiiii!!! Awwwww!!! Thank you Anon! You are so sweet. I’m glad you liked it!!! Well, here’s your request! Enjoy!

A Fall Evening with the Avengers

Avengers

The first cool evening of autumn always seemed to settle over Avengers Tower. Outside, the city buzzed with its usual energy, trying to cling to the last bits of summer. The trees had turned brilliant shades of amber and crimson. The windows were cracked just enough to let in the crisp breeze, carrying the scent of fallen leaves and distant rain. The fireplace in the common room crackled softly, golden light flickering across the walls. After weeks of nonstop missions, paperwork, and early mornings, everyone found themselves gravitating toward the coziness of the common room.

Tony proudly shares his opinion about the different seasons. He constantly complains that they are "just another excuse for capitalism to sell pumpkin-flavored nonsense." However, that didn’t stop him from programming the Tower's lights to cast a warm amber glow throughout the evening, replacing everyone's plain coffee mugs with pumpkin-shaped ones, and ordering enough fuzzy blankets that every couch ended up covered in them.

Steve loved quiet evenings with the team more than he’ll ever admit. They remind him of simpler times. Times before World War 2 when he’d sit on his porch and read a book, enjoying the quiet and slowness of the night. So, more often than not, he is settled into the armchair nearest the fireplace with a book in one hand and a steaming mug balanced on the armrest. He never stayed focused on the pages for very long, though. Every few minutes, he'd glance over the top of the book just to watch everyone laughing together. Seeing the team relaxed, safe, and genuinely happy always made him smile.

Thor was extremely fascinated with the fall season. Every single year, he'd marvel at how the trees transformed into blazing shades of orange and gold. He insisted that Midgard possesses some kind of special magic. Earlier that afternoon, he'd returned from Central Park carrying an armful of colorful leaves and several oddly-shaped acorns because he thought they’d fit well in his treasure collection. He'd convinced you to help him press the prettiest leaves into the pages of his scrap book that he found at a Hobby Lobby while “exploring.”

Bruce always becomes noticeably calmer during the colder months. Research could wait until tomorrow. Tonight, he was perfectly content curled up on one end of the couch beneath an oversized blanket with a mug of herbal tea warming his hands. Every now and then you'd catch him smiling at whatever ridiculous conversation was happening between the other Avengers. He rarely contributed much, but he loved listening. After everything he'd been through, evenings filled with harmless laughter were some of his favorite kinds of therapy.

Natasha pretends she isn’t big into traditions, yet somehow she’s always the one making sure the Tower is fitting the seasonal vibes. She claims that the Tower needs to fit in with the aesthetics of the rest of New York City, but everyone knows better. She secretly enjoys fall festivities. She likes listening to everyone argue over movies, tease each other over board games, and tell embarrassing stories they'd sworn never to tell. Natasha rarely laughs out loud, but every so often you'd catch the corners of her mouth lifting before she hid it behind her coffee mug.

Clint never lets the room stay quiet for long. Within half an hour, he'd somehow talked Thor into helping him build the world's most overengineered blanket fort across half the common room. Tony insisted it was structurally unsound before immediately helping improve it with spare Stark tech. Steve was questioning why a blanket fort needed LED lights. Clint simply replied, "Because a blanket fort needs to look badass." By the time they were finished, it had enough pillows, fairy lights, snacks, and room for the entire team.

Dinner on autumn evenings were, most of the time, quick meals. No one ever felt like cooking so it was usually homemade soup, fresh bread, baked pasta, or takeout. When someone did cook, everyone naturally drifted into the kitchen to help. Although, in Tony and Clint's case, they were “helping” to steal bites before the food reached the table. Thor volunteered to season everything despite having a questionable understanding of earthly spices. Bruce would follow behind him and make small adjustments before anyone noticed. Somehow, dinner always turned out surprisingly good.

Once the dishes were cleaned and everyone had migrated back to the common room, it was time for a movie. Picking one that everyone agreed on took longer than actually watching it. Tony wanted to watch a sci-fi movie because he enjoyed criticizing the technology. Steve argued for an old black-and-white classic. Clint lobbied aggressively for an action movie he'd already seen at least ten times. Thor judged every option entirely by how many fights were in it. Natasha claimed she didn't care, then ended up picking the movie anyway. By the time the opening credits rolled, the team had already stolen each other's blankets.

As the rain steadily tapped against the windows and the fireplace filled the room with gentle warmth, conversations gradually faded into comfortable silence. Bruce had dozed off with his book still resting on his chest. Steve was pretending not to be asleep. Clint had claimed three blankets despite insisting he "wasn't cold." Tony tinkered with a gadget that absolutely could've waited until morning, while Natasha scrolled through her phone with one foot tucked beneath her. Thor looked around the room with a contented smile, knowing that although Asgard would always be home, this strange little family on Midgard had become one too.

Looking around the room yourself, you couldn't help smiling. These were the moments that you guarded in your heart and cherished most. One of the rare times where there were no world-ending threats, no battles, and no expectations to live up to. Just warm blankets, the sound of rain against the glass, the glow of the fireplace, and six friends who had become your family.

[dimondbutterfly23]

Would like some fic recommendations!

Hiii! I'm looking for some Avengers x reader fics!

Like the old ones, where Clint is in the vents, Thor is obsessed with pop tarts, for some reason Loki's there, Bucky lives in the tower and tony forgives him, all that kinda stuff. (Especially if it has a found family vibe.)

If anyone has anything like this, please comment and let me know, I really appreciate it!

Much love! ❤️

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Dawn of Something New

Masterlist

Chapter 11 - The Chase

Following closely behind Romanoff you crawl out from under some pipes, somewhere further into the lower engine rooms of the ship. It’s dark and quiet, your heartbeat thumping loudly in your ears.

Next to you creeps Agent Romanoff, her breathing is fast and her footsteps quiet on the metal floors.

In the distance you hear the loud thuds of the Hulk’s footsteps before it goes quiet again.

Straining your ears, you try to hear where the monster might have gone; to just hear the creaking of the aircraft, joint with the hums of metal machines and engines.

Crouched in front of you Romanoff silently pulls her gun from her thigh holster, holding it ready. Her hazel eyes wide with fear, glance around the room warily before looking at you. Silently she gestures forward to follow her, as she stealthily turns.

Coping her, you take out your staffs from your back harness. As you move out from under some machines, you both creep forward, hopefully away from the Hulk and to safer ground.

It’s apparent that luck isn’t on your side today as when you turn a corner he’s standing there. Breathing heavily and smelling the air, he’s partially blocked by a large machine- one that towers over you, but for him it doesn’t even reach his shoulders in this monstrous form.

Before you even have a chance to breath he spots you both.

Bearing his teeth, he lets out an almighty roar, looming over you both in his gigantic green form.

At the sound of his booming roar, your body tenses up. It’s like you’ve been frozen, all your muscles lock up. Your instincts fighting your will to move under the glower of such a powerful alpha threat.

Next to you, you hear Romanoff’s sharp intake of breath, before a loud gunshot next to you. Hot steam pours from an overhead pipe, directly into the Hulk’s face.

It’s not until Romanoff tightly grabs your right arm, half dragging you, do you get control of your limbs again.

You take off running quickly at her side as you hear Hulk snarl before he pursues you both.

As you fully regain control of your body, and are able to run at full speed, only then does Romanoff start to fall behind you.

As you run through a narrow passage, you take a chance to glance behind you. Thankfully agent Romanoff isn’t too far behind, however the Hulk is quickly gaining on her.

His body tears through the small passageway. The walls crumbling and the lights breaking and sparking, as he charges after you both.

Letting out another terrible growl he quickly catches up to her just as she makes it to the end of the narrow passageway. You watch in horror as he reaches out and backhands her.

Hitting her as if squatting a fly, the impact flings her to the side. She loudly crashes into a metal shipping container.

As the Hulk rushes out of the narrow passage with momentum, he crashes into a wall to stop himself, before turning to look back at Romanoff.

“Ah” Letting out a pained whimper, she sits up from the floor. Her back to the container she looks at him, terrified.

In that moment you didn’t think.

Letting out a deep growl, you charge.

With your weapons in your hands you run at him. Knowing the metal spear tips would do little to his hardened skin, you decide to not extend them, but instead just bash.

You hit him hard in the ankle and move quickly. Growling lowly he reaches down and tries to grab you. Feeling the brush of air behind you as he barely misses.

You hit him again in the back of the knee before moving just out of his reach.

Currently you may be little more than an annoying fly to him; not enough to actually injure him but hopefully you can distract him enough so that Agent Romanoff can escape.

As you hit him again and again; his strong musky acidic scent gets sharper and sharper, as you wind him up. Loudly smashing the floor next to you as you duck and dive.

You narrowly dodge just as his hand almost strikes you, only inches away do you then think maybe it’s not the best move to wind up a gigantic green rage monster... But then again, you never claimed to be the smartest. Just as long as you give Romanoff a chance to escape.

Roaring loudly as he narrowly misses you again, do you think his full attention is successfully on you. Deciding now is the time to run and get him away from here, you jab him one more time before setting off.

You don’t get a chance to glance back at Romanoff as you round a corner.

You can only hope she’s able to get up and run.

Unfamiliar with the ships lay out, you continue sprinting. As his thundering footsteps follow after you, his long strides a big advantage; he gains on you quickly.

Rushing through what seems to be another large equipment room, you go to slide under a large metal pipe, that will hopefully lead to smaller spaces. Your only hope is to use his large size against him.

As you make your way out the other side of the pipe, you accidentally drop one of your staffs. You can hear him behind you, the stomps of his feet slowly gaining on you. Unable to stop and pick up your staff, you have to keep running.

Crashing through behind you, the Hulk seems to tirelessly gaining on you.

Now with only one staff, you spot a metal staircase, leading to a metal walkway like before.

Maybe you will have better vantage at higher ground.

As you climb the stairs, two at a time, your steps echoing on the metal surface; your make it to the walkway above.

However just as you make it, you feel the floor beneath you shake.

Glancing to your right, you see the Hulk grab the walkway and is ripping it off its hinges. With the sharp screeching as the nuts and bolts give to his immense strength, the metal beneath you gives way.

Dropping your remaining staff with a clang, you jump and manage to grab onto a pipe above you.

As he tears the metal walkway and throws it away, resulting in a loud crash behind you, you’re left dangling.

Before you can get a chance to pull yourself up, a large hard engulfs your torso, ripping you from the pipe.

The Hulk has you in his mutated hand, gripping you so tightly- you swear you can hear your bones creak.

As the air is squeezed from your lunges, he turns your frame to look at him. Snarling he brings you close to his face.

You look up to him at his rage filled face, his green eyes glaring at you; he opens his mouth and bares his teeth.

Terror.

Pure terror.

That’s all you can feel in that moment.

Is.. is this how you die?

As he clenches his hand tighter, you let out a pained cry.

Whimpering, you close your eyes as you wait for the impact.

You wait.

Over the sound of your deafening heartbeat, you listen to his heaving breaths; each long exhale resulting in a blast of warm air on your body.

His fist loosens slightly and feel him move you forwards towards his looming face, his loud breathing now much, much closer.

Cautiously you open your eyes. Now face to face with the him, he’s intensely looking at you. Your so close you can make out small flecks of brown in him dark green eyes.

Now his tight grip slightly looser, your able to intake a small ragged gasp of air.

So close to him, you get dunked headfirst with his scent.

His pheromones are rich and heavy, musky. Taking another deep breath, it’s a sharp, acrid, heady smell. -It makes you think of nail polish remover or paint- the sort of chemical smell you either love or hate. ..The sort of smell you can’t help but take another big intake of.

It’s so strong and overpowering. Something so undoubtably alpha. It makes you lightheaded and eyelids heavy.

As the Hulk makes a low grumbling sound, one that vibrates through your body, only then does it seem to snap you back into reality.

It’s then do you realise you’ve been completely lax in his warm grip and letting your pheromones out. Your body unconsciously reacting from the danger and overwhelming alpha pheromones in the air.

Your own scent fills the space, mixing with his.

As he lets out another low grumble, do you dare look up at him again. His face no longer screwed up in anger, overcome by rage, but instead furrowed slightly, as if unsure.

You trace your eyes over his face, from his intense eyes, to his thick dark hair, speckled with grey. Looking over his strong sharp jawline and light stubble on his cheeks.

Maybe it’s his overwhelming scent making you lightheaded and not thinking clearly; but without the scorn and rage on his green face, he’s not so monstrous, maybe even attractive. Despite the mutation you can still make out the beta doctor’s handsome features. His plump lips, thick eyebrows, still partly Banner. You idly wonder how aware he is in this moment before those thoughts float away as you take another intake of the Hulk’s pheromones.

Looking closely at you, he smells you again before letting out another grumbly exhale, the heat of his exhale hitting your face.

Too caught up in his own musk, you don’t bother to mask your scent. Your instincts are too loud in that moment to even think of anything but him.

Instead you simply look at him; your body lax, eyelids heavy and thoughts quiet. As he quietly studies you it’s.. it’s still.

Just to be in each other’s presence.

Not as enemies, or even as prey and predators; but as something more basic- primal even.

As an alpha and an omega.

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HIII hello can I req thor odison x fem avenger reader where they are together and reader has a massive headache & thor tries to help it at first he’s funny about it like asgardian navigating earthly stuff but then takes it seriously and is super sweet & understanding? :D

Hiiiii Anon!!! Here’s your request! I hope you like it.

Thor vs. Reader’s Headache

Thor Odinson

Thor had fought frost giants, dark elves, and armies that could destroy entire planets. However, the moment he found you sitting on the common room couch with your head in your hands, he looked completely lost. "My love?" he asked, immediately kneeling in front of you. "Are you injured?" You gave him a weak smile and shook your head. "No... just a really bad headache." Thor frowned deeply, studying your face. "A... headache?" He repeated the word slowly. What was a headache?

His first instinct was, naturally, to solve the problem. Anytime Thor tries to solve something, it is usually done very dramatically. Your headache was no different than any other situation. "Very well," he declared, standing to his full height. "We shall summon the finest healers in New Asgard!" You blinked at him. "Thor..." "They have remedies passed down for thousands of years!" "...It's just a headache." "Exactly! Imagine what they could accomplish if given something truly difficult!" You couldn't help laughing despite the pounding in your head. "I appreciate the enthusiasm, but I don't think we need to call an interdimensional medical team." Thor looked genuinely disappointed. "...Are you certain?"

After his first attempt failed, Thor decided to try Midgardian practices instead... or at least what he thought was Midgardian illness management practice. Ten minutes later, he returned carrying an absurd amount of items: three bottles of water, a bowl of ice cubes, two blankets, sunglasses, a heating pad he'd found in a cabinet, and enough snacks to feed the entire Avengers Tower. "I consulted Wilson," he announced proudly. "He said hydration is important." You looked at the pile before looking back at him. "...Did Sam also tell you to bring enough supplies for a week-long vacation?" Thor glanced at the mountain of supplies and sheepishly smiled. "...Perhaps I became... overprepared."

Determined to be helpful, Thor spent the next several minutes trying to relieve you of your headache. He tried every idea or suggestion he'd overheard from the team. "Would music help?" he asked. Before you could answer, he accidentally turned the speaker up far too loud, making you wince. His eyes widened in horror as he rushed to switch it off. "Terribly sorry! Clearly... not music." A few minutes later he offered coffee, then immediately remembered Steve once mentioning caffeine could make headaches worse for some people. "Right... perhaps not coffee either." Every failed attempt only made him more determined. Although you felt miserable, watching the mighty God of Thunder fumble with basic human problems was admittedly adorable.

Eventually Thor noticed that your smile wasn't reaching your eyes anymore. Between your short responses and the way you kept rubbing your temples, it finally sank in that this wasn't just a minor inconvenience. You were genuinely hurting. His playful expression disappeared almost instantly. He sat beside you, gently taking one of your hands into both of his. "How long has it been this painful?" he asked as quietly as possible. You hesitated before admitting, "Since training this morning... I just thought it'd go away on its own." Thor's brow furrowed with concern. "...And you've endured this all day without telling anyone?" You shrugged weakly. "Everyone's been busy."

Thor looked almost heartbroken by that answer. "My darling," he said softly, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear, "you need never suffer alone simply because the rest of us are occupied." There wasn't a trace of humor left in his voice now. "Had I known you were in pain, I would have left any battle, meeting, or feast to be by your side." His thumb gently stroked the back of your hand as he continued, "You care for everyone else so effortlessly... allow someone to care for you once in a while."

He disappeared for only a minute before returning with exactly what you actually needed this time. He placed a cold washcloth carefully over your forehead. After that, he handed you a glass of water and the appropriate pain medication Bruce told him to give you. "Banner was... rather insistent that I not improvise any Asgardian remedies," Thor admitted with a sheepish grin. "Apparently there is a significant difference between 'headache medicine' and whatever I was about to concoct." You laughed quietly. "Bruce probably saved my life." Thor nodded solemnly. "Quite possibly."

Once you'd taken the medicine, Thor settled onto the couch behind you. He gently encouraged you to lean back against his chest. "Is this comfortable?" he asked after adjusting the blankets around the two of you for what felt like the tenth time. You nodded sleepily. "Very." He smiled to himself before running his fingers through your hair. Every movement was impossibly gentle, as though he were afraid the slightest pressure might somehow make your headache worse. Every few minutes he'd ask if you needed more water or if the room was too bright, never sounding impatient or annoyed.

At one point you apologized for "ruining" the afternoon the two of you had planned together. Thor looked genuinely offended by your apology. He tipped your chin upward just enough for you to meet his eyes. "Ruined?" he repeated. "My love, I am precisely where I wish to be." He smiled warmly before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Battles will wait. Adventures will wait. Even Mjolnir has survived being ignored for an afternoon." You giggled despite yourself. Thor beamed. "Ah! There is that beautiful laugh. I have missed it."

By the evening, the medicine had finally begun to dull the worst of the pain, though you still felt exhausted. Thor noticed the moment your shoulders relaxed against him. "Feeling better?" he whispered. You nodded. "Much." "Good," he replied, pressing another gentle kiss to the top of your head. "Though I confess..." You looked up curiously. "I greatly prefer fighting monsters to fighting headaches. At least I can strike monsters with lightning." You laughed again, the sound softer this time, before snuggling even closer into his embrace. Thor wrapped his arms around you with the utmost care. If another headache ever dared trouble the woman he loved, he'd happily spend the entire day learning every Midgardian remedy in existence: only if it meant seeing you smile again.

[reigncarnated]

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH I literally love love love ur stuff SM dude 😭ur writing is soososo yummy🙏🙏🙏mayybbe can I potentially request a little part two to the natasha romanoff x celeb reader👀👀or anything for avengers x reader that was genuinely delectable💔💔🙏🙏

Awwwww!!! Thank you!!!! I’m glad you like my writing!!! 🙂 I decided to use this as a freebie and picked a scenario. Hope you enjoy!

Avengers x Best Friend! Reader

Bucky Barnes

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."

Peter Parker

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."

Loki Laufeyson

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."

[liololli]

Imagine trying to play a prank on Captain America by taking him to see the Rocky Horror Picture Show. But he ends up really liking it and now you both go see it whenever it's playing.

One time you dressed up as Frank n Furter and you both end up being a little late to the showing. Your fishnets a little extra ripped and he's covered in lipstick.

[liololli]

I have a fun idea about Steve Rogers and a male reader.

So imagine you're working for shield and you are assigned to watch over Steve Rogers. You're on the smaller side, basically what you would call a twink and you act very distant to Steve. He's a little sad about it, he finds you cute but he's not ready to unpack that yet, but he can't seem to really understand why you're so standoffish around him. He's seen you smile and joke around with others when you don't notice he's around, and he would love to see you smile at him, so why are you so aloof? He thinks it's because of how you think he feels about your physic, maybe you are worried about him treating you the way others had treated him now that he's all big? So he tries to be nice to you, offering you to go on runs together, get food together, anything he would have wanted from others at the time, but you reject him every time. Eventually he learns about social media and finds pictures of you at pride festivals and at gay bars, clearly showing off your pride clothing. It all makes sense now, you were worried of him being homophobic. So to prove to you the opposite, Steve does the slightly creepy thing of going through every one of your posts dating back years and liking each one that expresses pride. Now you can't help but wonder if he knows what the like button even is.