HEADCANONS : How would the characters in the MCU react if you fell asleep on a couch? (No gender mention) - Phase 1 Characters
» Hi! I wanted to try writing headcanons in a different way by taking a topic and applying it to different characters rather than writing one post per character. There are a lot of characters in the MCU, so I'm going to write about the main, most well-known ones, but if you have any requests, feel free to use the ask box to let me know! For now, I'm starting with Phase 1 of the MCU movies, and I'll be doing one post per phase, so some posts will be longer than others and will likely be split into several parts. PS : this post is HUGE, enjoy! ❣︎
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❁ Tony would probably have invited you to his place after a day at the Avengers Tower lab. He would have driven you there in his sports car, and you would have continued talking about the research you were working on—at least, you would have continued listening to him talk. You went straight to his living room and decided to have a drink to end the long day. Time passed and your stomachs started to growl, so Tony suggested ordering something to eat rather than bothering to cook. It was the night, but a few restaurants were still delivering.
Tony ordered a pizza and a few minutes later he left to pick up the order, while you were ranting about astrophysics theories in his living room. It was very late, and by the time he got the pizza from the delivery guy, you had fallen asleep on his big, expensive couch. At first, he was a little disappointed that he hadn't been able to finish what he was yapping about string theory, but he couldn't bring himself to be angry at you. Tony sat down not far from you and wondered whether to eat the pizza alone or wake you up. But when he realized what time it was, he decided to eat quietly, leaving you a couple of slices for tomorrow.
When he noticed that you were deeply asleep and that there was little chance of you waking up, he didn't try to shake your shoulder to lead you to the bedroom. He simply gathered the cushions from the couch and brought you a large plaid blanket to cover yourself with. Then he sat down closer to you, crossing his legs on the coffee table. Next, he used a small holographic tablet, first to play Galaga for an hour or so, before using it to turn off the lights in the living room and slowly falling asleep with his head tilted back and his rested arms along the back of the couch.
He couldn't help but smile when he felt you move closer to rest your head tenderly on his leg. You spent the rest of the night together in the living room, dimly lit by a fire in the fireplace that was slowly dying down while a thin rain tapped against the patio windows.
☣︎ After a long evening in the Avengers Tower lab, Bruce and you headed to the lounge for a late-night drink before going to bed. You had been working on Loki's scepter for hours and needed a break to cool down your overexerted minds. Bruce went behind the bar and began pouring two drinks while you settled comfortably into one of the lounge couches. Banner sat down in front of you in a brown leather armchair and placed your drinks on the coffee table before inviting you to toast. You celebrated quietly, almost whispering even if you were alone in a large space. It was fatigue that prevented you from being loud, but you were still excited about the progress you had made on your research. You finished your drinks as silence fell. It wasn't awkward or unwelcome; it felt good to spend time together without necessarily talking.
While Bruce brought the glasses back to the bar and carefully cleaned them, he didn't realize that you had quickly fallen asleep. He came back to you, trying to call out your name, but you didn't react. Perplexed, he wasn't sure what to do at first. You were exhausted, and he didn't want to wake you up. At the same time, seeing you half asleep, sitting up without a blanket or pillow, made him realize that you wouldn't be in good shape tomorrow either. Banner gently carried you to a larger couch where there was a corner where he could lay your legs down. He made a round trip from your room in the Avengers Tower and brought back your blanket and two of your pillows. It took him 10 minutes to make the round trip —no doubt he could be seen on the security cameras in the hallways, lugging sleeping gear all the way to the lounge.
He decided not to let you sleep alone in such a large space as the lounge was. Bruce settled down on another couch a little further away so as not to invade your space and contented himself with sleeping in his lab coat. His hand slipped slightly, and in his dreams he felt as if he could have held yours.
🕷️ Natasha was cooking something in the kitchen of a temporary apartment provided by S.H.I.E.L.D. You had both come home from a long day and she had invited you to spend the evening at her place. The Avengers Tower was still under construction, so you found yourself in a small New York apartment that had been spared from the Chitauri attack.
The kitchen opened onto the living room with an opening in the wall that served as a serving hatch. From there, Natasha talked to you, summarizing the day and congratulating you on your progress and actions. She had her back to you, and all you could see was her red hair and the steam rising from the pan in front of her. The sizzling sound of scrambled eggs cooking began to lull you to sleep until you literally fell asleep sitting on the couch with your arms crossed. When Natasha came in with two well-filled plates, she was still talking when she noticed that you had probably been dozing for several minutes. A smile appeared on her lips as she decided to sit down at the small table to eat. It wasn't haute cuisine, but it was enough to eat before going to sleep. Natasha took her time eating in case you woke up in the meantime.
But by the end of her meal, she realized that you were deeply asleep. So she decided to clear the table and gently moved you to lay you down tenderly on the couch. She placed a pillow under your ear and put her leather jacket over your shoulders. Finally, she decided this wasn't enough, so she went to the small bedroom and fetched the duvet and pillows from the bed to place over you. She took her jacket back to sleep with it, prioritizing your comfort over her own. She didn't want to wake you up, so she sincerely hoped that the couch was comfortable enough for you, but your sweet, dreamy smile told her that it was.
Then she couldn't help herself gently stroking your cheek before slipping away and went to the bed stripped of pillows and blanket, since she had given you everything. She fell asleep in her leather jacket, trying to rest up for tomorrow.
✮ Steve and you met up at his apartment after a day of intensive training. He had invited you over because he was still a little overwhelmed by the modern world he had woken up to after being frozen for over seventy years. He suggested a movie night because he had noticed that all the references to the 80s, 90s, and 00s that Tony casually mentioned throughout the day made you laugh, and he wanted to expand his rather limited knowledge of pop culture. So you ended up watching the movie “Back to the Future.”
The first thirty minutes were easy to follow, but gradually you started to nod off. You made a huge effort to stay awake, but the day had exhausted you—that and the meetings with Nick Fury. Meanwhile, Steve was too focused on the television to notice you falling asleep. It was when he wanted to interact with you after a joke in the movie that he noticed your head was tilted to the side and your eyes were closed. He smiled when he also noticed that he could hear your breathing getting heavier with each breath. He realized that asking you to come over to his place to watch a movie might have been too much for you today, and he was grateful that you agreed anyway to make him happy. However, at the same time, it made him feel a little guilty.
As he leaned over to turn off the television, Steve heard you grumble : “No, leave the movie on, you wanted to watch it.” before falling back into the arms of Morpheus.
A new smile appeared on his face, and he leaned back against the couch again before gently catching your face and resting it against his shoulder. Instinctively, you let yourself slump against Steve, one arm wrapped around him. When the movie ended, he fell asleep with you, leaving you as much space as possible, while he remained seated so you could curl up against him.
➶ On that day, Clint had returned from a mission wounded because he had intervened between you and an enemy to protect you. Even though he had defended you, you were both taken to the infirmary, if only for a check-up to make sure you were okay. Clint, on the other hand, had to go through this obligatory procedure, as he had a wound on his ribs and a few contusions that needed to be treated.
In the medical center, Clint was lying on a stretcher while a nurse disinfected his rib injury. You were sitting on a couch opposite the hospital bed and medicine shelves. While he was being cared for, the Hawk didn't hesitate to tease you about the fact that he had to intervene to save your neck.
“The advantage is everytime someone aims for your head, it always ends up hitting my ribs. You'll agree that's less lethal than getting hit between the eyes.” he said with a smile curving his lips. - I'm of average height, I was crouching down,” you replied, crossing your arms with a sulky look on your face.
“That doesn't change the fact that it happens to you often.”
You frowned even more as Clint chuckled slightly before reassuring you about your skills on the field. A few minutes passed while the nursing assistant finished her work. Clint had remained silent so as not to disturb the nurse too much, but when he sat up, he didn't expect to see you sleeping in the same position you had been in when you felt offended by his taunts.
The infirmary staff left the room, leaving you two alone. It was late, and indeed, after nearly dying, it is common to feel tired. Holding his sides, Clint walked toward you. He didn't have the strength to go back up to his room, and even less to take you to yours. He grabbed a survival blanket that was on a counter near the couch, then settled down next to you, placing the blanket over both of you.
“I'm sorry,” he said, his voice weakened. “I'm sorry for what happened, you must have been scared.”
He didn't wait for your reply, knowing you were deeply asleep, then he softly closed his eyes.
🗲 You rushed outside to get some air, stepping out into the balmy summer night. Thor followed you, laughing, still holding a beer in his hand. You were staying at the place of a friend of yours who lived a little further out in the suburbs of New York and had a large garden. With your arms in the air, you spun around before collapsing onto a outdoor couch on the terrace, also giggling. Thor joined you as the lively music coming from the living room made him dance as he took each step toward. He was drunk, but not as drunk as you, and when he held out his hand to invite you to get up and follow him to the catchy music, you gently tapped the back of his hand as a negative gesture. “I can't dance anymore, one more move and everything I've eaten since the beginning of the evening will end up on the floor.” you say, holding your stomach
Thor chuckled and took a sip of his beer, tapping his foot as he sat next to you on a garden chair. Then he gradually calmed down as he looked up at the sky to gaze at the stars. He thought of Asgard and remembered what the festivities were like there, and he couldn't help but smile fondly at the thought. He turned his gaze toward you when he noticed that you were also looking at the sky, taking advantage of the calm on the terrace to catch your breath.
Then, you exchanged glances before Thor slowly began to tell you lots of stories about his life in Asgard. He let himself ramble on about all sorts of things without really realizing that you had fallen asleep a few minutes earlier. Then, when he noticed that you were half snoring, sprawled out on the couch, he stopped mid-story, putting down his beer. He grabbed a plaid blanket that was already on the sofa and placed it over you. With one hand, he gently pulled the fabric to cover you up to your shoulders.
Thor watched over you for a few hours before the cold of the night began to set in. Then, to prevent you from getting sick, he got up and came to you. He bent down to put his arm around your back and lift you up, placing you directly on one of his shoulders. Once he had you in his arms like a sack of potatoes, he headed for the patio door to cross the living room and go upstairs to the bedrooms. He knew that your friend had prepared a guest room just for you, so he went in and laid you gently on the bed. Thor softly stroked your hair behind your ear before walking out and closing the door behind him.
♛ In Asgard, they think big, especially when it comes to celebrations. As the festivities were in full swing, you slipped away to a balcony terrace overlooking the horizon that led to the rainbow bridge of the Bifrost. The banquet had been going on for hours and you were starting to feel tired. Your legs felt heavy, and you had just taken off your shoes, as your feet were sore from standing for so long. As you were gazing at the sky, you heard footsteps behind you, a very familiar pace. When you turned around, you saw Loki with his head slightly tilted, his eyes fixed on you. He gave you a slight smile, which you returned as you turned around to lean against the balcony railing.
Loki comes toward you and pauses near your side. He didn't stay silent for long and soon started chatting with you. First, he complained about the noise the others were making when they laughed too loudly—especially Thor. Then he moved on to the others' wardrobes, criticizing the choice of fabrics or patterns worn by the guests :
“Could you believe it? Wine red with saturated purple, a choice worthy of a revenant from Helheim. Who still wears something like that today?” You’re both laughing.
As time seemed to speed up when you two were together, you decided to sit down for a while on an stone outdoor bench filled with soft cushions and drapes. Loki did not join you but approached and circled the bench calmly while the two of you continued your conversation.
After a while, he sat down on the marble backrest of the bench and gazed at the horizon as he explained why Asgardian wine was the best wine in the universe. When he waited for your reaction and heard nothing but the murmur of the atmosphere, he looked down at your sleeping body, nestled in the cushions and sheets spread out where you were lying. Loki laughed softly before standing up, walking around the place where you were sleeping peacefully. He knew you were safe in that wing of the palace, and as he quietly walked away, he conjured up a sort of cotton mist that appeared beneath you to make you more comfortable. The night was peaceful and warm; you wouldn't catch a cold sleeping here. And as Loki left, he couldn't help but look back to take one last glance at you.
You didn't know it yet, but when you were going to wake up, a flower picked from the balcony had been gently placed between your fingers.
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Pepper was still busy going through Stark Industry paperwork when she stumbled upon you sleeping on her office sofa. It was normally reserved for meetings, but she didn't hold it against you. For once, she figured that if you had fallen asleep like that in her office, it must be because you had been working on a big project. And her reasoning was confirmed when she saw a huge pile of files on her desk. She smiled slightly before closing the door behind her.
Furry was suffering from insomnia when he realized he had forgotten an important USB flash drive in his office, so he hurried back there even though it was three in the morning. When he opened the door to his office, he came face to face with your silhouette asleep in the chair in front of the computer. You weren't supposed to be there since you were normally on a mission. But when he approached you, he noticed that your face was covered in scratches and you had a few bruises. In your hand, you were clutching a mission report. He guessed that you had come to drop off the file but, exhausted, you had fallen asleep on the spot. Furry put his coat over you to cover you up and called Coulson to come and get you, no matter what time it was. Coulson always answered.
“We've got the kid who came back earlier than expected… in my office… You'll take the kid to the bedroom floor… Good night, Coulson.”
Furry left, closing the door behind him, USB flash drive in hand.
Phil had a tough day. He's always running around, and it's no wonder he's S.H.I.E.L.D.'s best agent. In the middle of the night, as he hurried across the mezzanine that bridged the Avengers Tower lounge, he noticed you were asleep downstairs. You were alone in this large space in a small evening salon. Lying on one of the couches, you seemed to have been asleep for at least an hour. Phil turned around and went down to join you, just to make sure you were okay. When he reached you, he used his smartwatch to send a voice message to one of the Avengers to let them know you were alone in the lounge. Coulson returned to the mezzanine and waited a few minutes for someone to come and get you. Once the contacted Avenger had come to pick you up and take you to your room, Phil left with a smirk on his face.
Maria was already awake at dawn. As she walked through the halls of the Avengers Tower to start her day, her gaze paused at the laboratory. She had noticed a figure asleep on one of the couches, near the counters and holographic screens. The screens were still glowing with their soft blue light, and thanks to that, she was able to recognize you. She opened the lab door and walked over to you to check if you were okay. When she saw that you were asleep, paperwork in hand, she turned around and came back a few minutes later with a warm cup of coffee, which she gently placed near you. She knew you were someone who also woke up very early, and that the coffee wouldn’t have time to get cold. She walked out of the lab and slipped away, ready to start her day.
You and Bucky had met up at a well-known dance bar in the city. He was on leave before heading to Europe, so you wanted to make the most of one last evening together before saying goodbye at the dock the next morning. That night, you danced, waltzed, drank, and laughed, until it was time to head home. But before leaving, he wanted to freshen up in the men's room. When he came back to find you, he spotted you asleep on one of the leather booths along the bar's walls. Behind a small round table, he saw that you were comfortably lying down. He couldn't help but wonder how you'd fallen asleep so quickly—but dancing must have worn you out. So Bucky walked over and gently picked you up in his arms to carry you out of here. Then he kept walking, down the lively streets filled with people enjoying the night on the terraces, heading toward your apartment, holding you tightly in his arms—for the very last time.
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» And that’s it! The first post is wrapped up, and it took a long time! But I’m really happy I got to explore this theme with these characters! There are still plenty more to come, and I find it so much fun to imagine these little moments.Thank you to everyone who took the time to read it all—or even just read about their favorite character! I hope you enjoyed it, and thanks again!❣︎
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