Sköl

Imagine: Tony comforts you.

Desperate sobs escaped you unstoppably and the tears shot out of you in torrents. There was absolutely nothing you could do to hide or quell the sadness. You had had a bad feeling for a few days and now it was confirmed.

But probably the worst part was seeing your first love make out with another chick in bed. What did you do to deserve that? If the relationship wasn't worth anything to him anymore, why on earth hadn't he ended it before?

No. Instead, he broke your heart again. So that it splintered into pieces. But did you really blame him?

You had been blind the whole time and just didn't notice certain signs... Now you had your result.

You were so incredibly angry. Which was then simultaneously overwhelmed by pure disappointment. As a result, you curled up in the blanket and silently release your emotions. Nobody should get wind of this. It would just be embarrassing if one of the Avengers saw you like that. So you grabbed the fabric under your fingertips and escaped from the huge living room, which by the way was just one of countless in Stark Tower.

As one of Shield's best agents, you had been invited, or rather asked, to live in the gigantic base. Since you still always had your freedom, why shouldn't you live there?

Actually, you even thought about moving in with your boyfriend.. well.. ex-boyfriend. But that was finally over now. Thinking about it again gave you a dismal headache and made you run. Just hoping that no soul found out about your stress.

However, fate really wasn't kind to you and you heard muffled footsteps coming straight at you. You abruptly pushed your body behind the nearest wall and waited for the person to pull away. Your pulse rose automatically and you were even afraid that your hectic breathing could be heard.

"I know that you are hiding back there", came an amused voice and the blood froze in your veins. Why couldn't something just go the way you wanted it to for once? Ironically, the man you least expected had found you and you promptly wished you were somewhere else. What should you do now? Run away so your boss doesn't see you? Childish and at the same time stupid idea. There was only one way forward and it was being blocked by Tony Stark. The situation was cursed.

So you slowly came forward with your head down so that your face couldn't be seen and quickly apologized before you tried to get away.

But the brown-haired billionaire remained skeptical and didn't want to let you go so easily. He gently grabbed your arm and looked at you expectantly. "Are you all right?" he asked cautiously, not really knowing what to do.

You shook your head silently, because it wouldn't do any good to lie now anyway. Nevertheless, you didn't want to look bad in front of him, which is why you wanted to leave vehemently. However, Tony took a different view and gently ushered you into his office, where he kindly offered you a drink. You promptly accepted the glass and took a long gulp of the alcohol. Maybe that was what you needed right now. You weren't a big drinker, but in that moment you were just grateful for the desired effect and for the company.

With a still tearful voice, you just started talking and told him everything that was on your mind. Why you were so damn miserable and why you were so worried. The fact that you were chatting with Iron Man himself blurred with the tense feeling you had towards him. It had become a side issue. And it was just good that you had someone by your side who listened to you without ever interrupting you. When you finished your story, Tony smiled at you and put his hand on yours.

"You know, I've never been good at anything like this, but... I'd like to put it this way, you're one of the best I employ here and that's saying something. You have so much potential and you are a wonderful person. It's not going to help you, but there's no way this guy deserves it."

You returned the cute grin and nodded. "Yes it does. Thank you Mr Stark."

Imagine: You're Lokis best friend.

High-pitched laughter filled your ears as you watched the new king of Asgard sitting and joking with his closest friends. A smile spread across your face, considering Thor's rather childish behavior. He was overjoyed and gleamed in his limelight full of glee. He gave you a quick wave and made an inviting gesture for you to join them. But you were perfectly content in the slightly darker corner of the huge hall. The cup in your right hand was almost empty, which is why you wanted to get another helping.

Exactly at that moment you noticed the person standing only a few meters away from you. He was also in the shadows and looked grimly at what was happening before his eyes. With a sigh you plucked up courage and approached the man.

It was none other than Thor's little brother. Who preferred solitude and didn't like to admit it, but was clearly jealous of the new ruler. It had always been like this. While the blonde was taking all the credit, Loki would do anything to get even a little recognition.

However, there was someone he didn't have to make an effort to be liked by. Someone who accepted him. In every way the younger one was. And you were that someone. When Loki noticed your presence at his side, he looked down briefly. Only to scrutinize your form intently and give you his full attention.

"Y/N, have a nice evening. Don't you think so?" He tried to force a smile. However, you knew better and you knew him far too well. That's why your eyebrow jumped up and a slight sarcastic sound escaped your lips.

"Your entire posture just screams that you're not enjoying the evening at all." You answered simply, blinking at him with a grin, which he returned. "So obvious?" he asked and you nodded. The black-haired man was an open book for you.

"How many times have I told you not to let all those people bring you down?" you asked in return, receiving a terse shrug. There was a stifling silence in your conversation for a fraction of a second before you spoke again.

"Remember when we were kids, when you stole a whole tin of biscuits from the royal kitchen and we munched them under one of those tables?" a wide grimace on his face. Loki chuckled and shook his head.

"Thanks, Y/N," he spoke. Now with a softer voice and an undertone you couldn't read.

"For what?"

"For everything. You're a true friend," he explained, unconsciously embarrassing you. A little overwhelmed with the situation, you made it clear to him that there was no reason to say thank you. You never took pleasure in the dangerous adventures of the elder son of Odin, so you were usually found in the library with the magician, discussing a new book or he telling you about his fascinating magic.

Not a while later, the gods of celebration got louder and festive music rang out from all the walls of the huge hall.

"May I ask for this dance, my lady?" came suddenly from your cherished friend and it literally made your heart race. Because you hadn't expected that. He had politely reached out a hand, which you shyly accepted and could almost smell the stares of the others present.

Imagine: Steve is jealous.

Anger was only a faint expression and did not in the least describe the wild emotions lurking within the soldier at the time. Several bad thoughts flashed through his mind, which almost bordered on the lust for murder. He just had to see you talking to a guy they'd thrown into some moronic section of Shield. And it wasn't even the fact that you were chatting with him that made Steve so mad.

No, the guy literally threw himself on you like a burr. To you! You, who was an Avenger and had better things to do right now than answering some unnecessary questions that were probably just for the guy to suck up to you. And the way you were, you didn't even notice that the idiot was constantly flirting with you. The Captain had never thought of himself as the sort of man who got jealous easily. But the stranger was just so intrusive that even Bruce gave you both a strange look. Or maybe you were just too kind to chase him away, which is why you sat there with a fake smile and just let it happen.

But when the guy wrapped an arm around your shoulders, Steve blew a fuse. The crackling could be heard in the air.

You were visibly uncomfortable, which is why you freed yourself from the grip, but the creep didn't want to let go or under any circumstances saw the need to leave you alone. So Rogers was on his feet in a flash and quickly stalked out of the office, only to take one giant stride and pull the guy back by the collar.

"I guess you haven't heard of manners. You don't harass a lady like that.", Steve growled menacingly and saw how the addressed person grabbed his things more or less anxiously and fled, stumbling, in front of the Avenger.

"Thanks. But I hope you realize I can take care of myself too." You patted Rogers on the strong shoulder and grinned broadly at him. Next time the blonde should be more careful before he embarrasses himself in front of the most charming woman he's ever seen. He nodded awkwardly at that and bowed his head in embarrassment.