Sophie Lynn

My name is Sophia Lynn, but you may call me Sophie! ❤ I’m originally known for my Slasher and DBD fanfic writings on my main blog: @soapyghostie. This is my side blog for Marvel. Below you’ll find all the information necessary if you’re looking to request or read any of my works. Stay safe and take care of yourself!

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Kurt Wagner x Twin Sibling! Reader

Kurt Wagner

Long before either of you found the X-Men, you and Kurt had been inseparable. You guys are twins that grew up in the circus together. The two of you had learned to rely on each other more than anyone else. You'd practiced routines together, shared meals backstage, whispered stories to one another before falling asleep in the same tiny caravan, and instinctively reached for each other's hand whenever the crowds became too loud. If Kurt was frightened, he looked for you. If you were upset, you looked for Kurt. You'd promised each other that no matter what happened, you'd always stay together.

Unfortunately, that all changed one ordinary evening. After a performance, you'd wandered backstage to grab something you'd forgotten while Kurt stayed behind to help clean up. You never came back. At first everyone assumed you'd gotten lost around the fairgrounds, but as the hours turned into days, it became painfully clear that someone had taken you. The circus searched. The local authorities searched. Kurt searched until his feet bled. Nothing. There wasn't a single clue as to where you'd gone. Eventually, everyone was forced to move on. Kurt never truly did.

Even years later, after joining the X-Men and finding a family at Xavier's School, Kurt still blamed himself. Some nights he lay awake wondering if he should've gone with you backstage. Maybe he would've stopped whoever took you. Maybe the two of you could've escaped together. Every birthday was especially difficult. Instead of celebrating, Kurt would disappear for an hour or two. You’d find him praying in the chapel. He’d be on his knees, praying to God that, wherever you were, you were still alive. He never stopped believing you'd survived. He just didn't know if he'd ever find you again.

Unknown to Kurt, you'd spent those same years trapped in an underground mutant fighting ring. The people who'd kidnapped you had quickly realized that mutants made them a fortune. You were trained through cruelty. They would force you into fight after fight while betting crowds cheered from the shadows. Every attempt to escape was met with harsher punishment. Eventually, survival became your only goal. The bright, hopeful person Kurt remembered slowly disappeared beneath years of exhaustion, fear, and endless violence.

The X-Men only learned about the fighting ring after several young mutants mysteriously vanished over the course of a few months. The mission seemed straightforward enough: infiltrate the operation, rescue any survivors, and shut the entire organization down. No one was expecting what was to come. As the team moved through the maze of underground corridors, Kurt teleported ahead to scout the holding cells. What he found made his entire world stop.

Sitting alone in one of the cages was someone who looked impossibly familiar. Older. Scarred. Exhausted. But unmistakable. His breath caught in his throat as he slowly stepped toward the bars. "...Y/N?" he whispered so quietly he almost didn't recognize his own voice. You looked up. For a second, you simply stared at one another. Your expression shifted from confusion... to disbelief... to something that looked dangerously close to hope. "...Kurt?" Your voice cracked when you said his name. Neither of you moved. Neither of you trusted your own eyes.

It was Kurt who made the first move. In a flash of blue smoke, he teleported directly inside the cell without a second thought. Before you could fully process what was happening, he'd wrapped both arms around you in a tight hug. His shoulders shook against yours as quiet sobs escaped him. "I found you," he whispered over and over in German, as though saying the words enough times would make them real. "...I found you... I found you..." For the first time in years, you let yourself cry too.

The reunion only lasted a few moments before alarms blared throughout the facility. Kurt reluctantly pulled away just enough to cup your face in both hands, looking you over. The bruises. The healing cuts. The scars covering your arms. Every mark told a story he wished he never had to imagine. His expression crumpled. "...Who did this to you?" he asked. You shook your head. "Later." You managed the smallest smile. "...Let's get out of here first."

The rescue was unlike any mission the X-Men had ever faced. Scott gave the order to evacuate every mutant prisoner before worrying about anything else. Logan tore through anyone who tried to stop them. Ororo's storms ripped apart the compound above while Jean and Rogue freed the remaining captives. Through it all, Kurt refused to let go of your hand. Even when teleporting groups of frightened mutants to safety, he'd always return within seconds, immediately checking to make sure you were okay. Every time his eyes found you, relief washed over his face all over again.

Once everyone made it back to the Blackbird, you sat near the back of the jet. You were overwhelmed by everything that had happened. The silence felt strange after years of constant shouting and cheering crowds. Kurt eventually made his way over to you, carrying a blanket and a bottle of water. He didn't ask questions. He wrapped the blanket around your shoulders the same way he used to when the circus caravans got cold at night. The familiar gesture broke something inside you. "...I’ve missed you," you whispered. Kurt smiled through watery eyes. "I have too."

Returning to Xavier's School wasn't easy. Everything felt too open. Too quiet. You got startled whenever doors slammed, flinched whenever someone raised their voice, and struggled to sleep somewhere that wasn't locked from the outside. Nobody expected you to adjust overnight. Least of all Kurt. Instead of pushing you to socialize, he just stayed nearby. Sometimes the two of you would read together in comfortable silence. Other times he'd tell stories about the X-Men, hoping to make you smile. Little by little, the mansion began feeling less like an unfamiliar place... and more like home.

One evening, Kurt found an old photo album in your closet while rummaging for something upon your request. Inside were faded pictures from your circus days. There you were, the two of you no older than ten, grinning from ear to ear in matching costumes. Another showed the two of you sharing an enormous pretzel that was almost bigger than your heads. He showed you the album. You both laughed until tears formed, pointing out terrible haircuts and embarrassing outfits. It was the first time since your reunion that your laughter sounded completely genuine.

The nightmares didn't disappear. Some nights Kurt would hear you crying out from the room next door. He never barged in or forced you to talk. Instead, there would always be a soft knock followed by his voice. "...May I come in?" If you replied, he'd come in and sit beside you until your breathing steadied. He’d sometimes talk, or pray for God to give you some peace. Other times he’d just sit next to you in silence. He knew better than anyone that healing couldn't be rushed.

Months later, during one of the school's annual talent shows, several students tried convincing Kurt to perform one of his old circus routines. At first he refused. It didn't feel right without you. Then, just before the show began, you walked over carrying two old juggling clubs you'd found in storage. "Think you've still got it?" you asked with a small smile. Kurt looked from the clubs... to you... before returning the smile. "Only if my sibling performs with me."

Watching the two of you take the stage together brought tears to more than a few eyes. Neither routine was perfect. You were rusty. Kurt missed a catch or two. Somewhere in the middle, you both started laughing too hard to keep going. The audience erupted into applause anyway. They weren't cheering because the performance was flawless. They were cheering because two siblings who had lost each other finally found one another again after years of being apart.

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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.

X-Men Forget Your Birthday, but Scott

Scott Summers

Birthdays had never been a huge deal to you, but they still meant something. Every year, the X-Men somehow managed to make everyone else's birthday feel special. There were decorations everywhere, Kurt’s homemade cakes, presents scattered across the common room, and a lot of good company to spend the day with. So when you woke up on your birthday expecting at least one "Happy Birthday," you couldn't help but feel a little excited. Instead... the day started like any other.

Breakfast came and went without anyone saying a word. Logan grabbed a cup of coffee before heading to the Danger Room. Rogue and Kitty were laughing over something on one of their phones. Kurt teleported to the seat next to you with his usual cheerful grin, asking if you wanted to spar with him later. Across the table, Ororo reminded everyone about the afternoon briefing while Hank enthusiastically explained his most recent science project. You smiled and joined in where you could, but with every passing minute, you found yourself waiting for someone to remember what day it was.

By lunchtime, you started making excuses for everyone. Maybe they'd planned a surprise later. Maybe Professor Xavier had scheduled something after training. Maybe they were all pretending to forget because they thought it'd make the surprise even better. You clung to those possibilities because they hurt less than admitting everyone had genuinely forgotten.

Scott noticed something was off long before anyone else did. He noticed you were quieter than usual, that your jokes weren't landing with the same enthusiasm, and that your smile seemed... forced. Most people probably wouldn't have caught it, but Scott had spent years learning your tells. He knew the difference between your genuine laugh and the one you used when you were trying to convince everyone you were okay.

The truth was... Scott hadn't forgotten. He never could. Months ago, while reorganizing the team's files, he'd noticed your birthday on one of the personnel forms. He'd written it down in his planner, then transferred it into every planner he'd used since. Not because he expected anything in return... but because remembering the little things about you was important to him. Your birthday, the book he catches you always rereading, the songs you hummed, the fact that the rain helped you sleep better. He remembered all of it.

Throughout the afternoon, Scott kept glancing around the mansion, waiting for someone else to say something. Surely Ororo remembered. Maybe Jean had a surprise planned. Logan? Kurt? Anyone? But training ended. The meeting finished. Dinner approached. Still nothing. With every hour that passed, he could see your shoulders drooping just a little more, even though you were trying so hard not to let it show.

Dinner was the moment it really hit you. Everyone chatted around the table, Kurt told another ridiculous joke that had the room laughing, and Logan and Remy argued over the last hawaiian roll. No cake. No decorations. No "Happy Birthday." You excused yourself halfway through the meal, claiming you were tired. No one questioned it. As you walked upstairs, you told yourself it was silly to be upset. They're busy. They're not bad friends. They just... forgot.

About twenty minutes later, there was a soft knock at your bedroom door. You called for them to come in. The door slowly opened, revealing Scott awkwardly balancing a small birthday cake in one hand and a neatly wrapped present tucked under his other arm. He looked awkward trying to make sure nothing fell out of his hands. "...Hi." You blinked. "...Scott?"

He stepped inside with an apologetic smile. "I know this probably isn't what you expected today." He carefully set the cake on your desk before holding up a lighter. "I... may have used the kitchen after dinner to make this cake." You stared at the tiny homemade cake. It wasn't perfect. The frosting was a little uneven, and the writing looked like he struggled to fit all the letters across the top. Happy Birthday. Simple. Genuine. Your vision immediately started blurring with tears.

Scott's smile faded the second he noticed you crying. "Hey..." he said softly, setting everything down before taking a cautious toward you. "I'm sorry. I should've done this sooner." You quickly shook your head, wiping at your eyes. "No, it's not that..." Your voice cracked. "...You remembered." Scott looked at you with such sadness that it made your heart ache. "Of course I remembered," he replied gently. "Why wouldn't I?"

You laughed weakly through your tears. "Because apparently everyone else forgot." Scott sighed before sitting beside you on the edge of the bed. "I don't think anyone forgot because they don't care." He paused. "I think they got caught up in everything else." He looked down at his hands for a moment before adding, "...That doesn't make it hurt any less, though." It wasn't an excuse. He wasn't trying to defend anyone. He was simply acknowledging how you felt.

For a little while, neither of you spoke. Scott lit the single candle he'd placed in the center of the cake and smiled sheepishly. "I know it's usually the age you turn that determines the number of candles..." he said. "...but I don’t think Xavier would be happy with me if I set off the fire alarms." A laugh escaped you before you could stop it. Scott smiled, relieved to hear your real laugh.

"Make a wish," he whispered. You closed your eyes for a moment before blowing out the candle. Scott waited. "...What'd you wish for?" You smiled. "If I told you, it wouldn't come true." "...Fair enough."

The two of you sat on your bedroom floor sharing the cake straight from the box because Scott forgot to grab plates. You talked for hours about anything and everything. Just you and Scott, yet it felt more special than any surprise party. All the hurt from the day slowly washing away.

Before he left for the night, Scott handed you the small present he'd brought. Inside was a hardcover copy of a novel you'd casually mentioned wanting to read nearly six months earlier. You stared at it in disbelief. "...Scott... how did you remember that I wanted this book?" He rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly finding the floor very interesting. "...You sounded excited when you talked about it." As if that explained everything.

After Scott left, you sat on your bed turning the book over in your hands. Then your eyes wandered to the cake, the extinguished candle, and the handwritten "Happy Birthday" across the frosting. You smiled a real smile. For the first time all day, you didn't feel forgotten anymore.

The next morning, the mansion erupted into chaos. Kurt was the first to realize the date after seeing it on the calendar in Hank's lab. Within minutes, the entire mansion erupted. Rogue gasped so loudly you heard her from upstairs. Logan muttered a colorful string of curses under his breath. Ororo looked genuinely horrified, and Jean covered her face with both hands. Apologies came pouring in from every direction, followed by frantic plans for your birthday celebration.

Later that afternoon, everyone was decorating the common room and arguing over what flavor cake to bake. Rogue leaned in close to Scott and asked, "How'd ya remember when the rest of us forgot?" Scott looked across the room, where you were laughing as Kurt unsuccessfully tried to hang a banner straight. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "...I don't know," he answered softly. "I just remember the important things."

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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."

Peter Parker

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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."

Scott Summers

You finding out Logan cheated on you was a complete accident. You'd gone looking for him after a mission because he'd left before the debriefing ended. When you open the door to one of the empty hallways near the Danger Room, you freeze. Logan has Jean pressed up against the wall, making out with her. Once they notice you, Logan and Jean pull away from each other almost instantly. However, the damage is already done. Your stomach drops, and before either of them can explain, you turn on your heels and walk away.

Logan follows you all the way back to your room, knocking on your door for nearly twenty minutes. He apologies and tries to explain himself. He tells you it “just happened” and insists he still cares about you. Yet, you could give two shits about the excuses he is giving you. He hurt you willingly and that’s enough of an explanation for you. Eventually, you snap and harshly tell him to leave, throwing a few curse words and insults his way.

The breakup hits you harder than anyone expects. The following weeks were miserable. You still attend training and participate in missions because you're an X-Man before anything else, but outside of that, you completely withdraw. You stop joining everyone for meals, skip movie nights, and spend most evenings curled up in your room pretending to read while your mind keeps replaying the events of Logan cheating.

Scott notices before anyone else does. He notices the untouched food on your plate, the way you force smiles during conversations, and how you immediately leave the room whenever Logan walks in.

He doesn't push you to talk or constantly ask if you're okay. Instead, he starts sitting beside you during meals. He’ll join you in the library during your reading time. After training, he walks you back to your room. On missions, he partners with you whenever possible. Over time, Scott’s presence became a comfort to you and it became a part of your daily routine that you looked forward to.

Scott has liked you for years, but after finding out what Logan did to you, he buries those feelings even deeper. Watching you hurt is heartbreaking enough. The idea of pouring out his feelings to you while you're grieving another relationship genuinely makes him feel sick. He decides that if all he ever gets to be is your friend, then that's enough.

Some nights, your depression becomes overwhelming. You'll find yourself sitting alone on the roof of the mansion, staring at the stars because you can't sleep. More often than not, Scott joins you. He never pressures you to talk. Sometimes the two of you sit in complete silence for hours, and somehow that silence feels like a security blanket around you.

The first time you finally break down in front of someone, it's Scott. You ask him if there is something wrong with you and why Logan chose Jean over you. Scott immediately shakes his head. "Don't do that to yourself," he says softly. "Someone else's decision to betray your trust doesn't determine your worth."

Scott never speaks badly about Logan or Jean. Even though he's disappointed in both of them, he knows insulting them won't make you feel better. Instead, he focuses entirely on helping you rebuild your confidence.

Whenever you start spiraling, Scott has an incredible ability to ground you. He'll remind you of successful missions you've led, people you've helped, funny memories with the team, or simple things like making sure you've eaten and gotten some sleep. He doesn't magically fix your depression, but he makes carrying it feel a little less lonely.

Months pass before you realize you're genuinely smiling again. Not the polite smiles you've been forcing, but real ones. Most of them happen during conversations with Scott. He has such a dry sense of humor that his jokes catch you completely off guard, and hearing your own laughter again almost surprises you.

One afternoon, you're helping Scott reorganize the training schedules after everyone else had finished up for the day. Somewhere between arguing over the stupidest things and stacks of paperwork, the two of you end up laughing so hard you both had tears in your eyes. It's the happiest you've felt in months, and Scott treasures that moment more than you'll ever know.

Everyone around the mansion starts noticing your new found happiness. Ororo comments that your eyes seem brighter and more cheerful. Kurt tells Scott he's happy to see you laughing again. Even Professor Xavier notices that you seem more at peace whenever Scott is nearby.

Despite what everyone else thinks, Scott still refuses to make a move. Every time someone jokingly suggests he ask you out, he simply replies, "They've been through enough." He wants to be absolutely certain that if you ever date again, it's because you've healed. He doesn’t want you to date to fill the empty space Logan left behind.

It isn't until nearly a year after the breakup that Scott finally considers asking you out. By then, your friendship has become one of the strongest relationships either of you has ever had. You know each other's coffee orders, daily routines, favorite books, and exactly how to cheer the other person up after a rough day.

Scott spends an entire week trying to work up the courage. He practices what he's going to say, immediately decides it sounds stupid, starts over, and repeats the process about twenty times.

When he finally asks, it's after a late-night training session. The two of you are sitting on the mansion steps watching the sunset, both completely exhausted. Scott rubs the back of his neck before saying, "I know this might change things... but would you want to go on a date with me sometime?" He's visibly nervous, and somehow that makes your heart melt.

You smile almost immediately. "I was wondering how much longer it was going to take you."

Scott blinks. "...You knew?"

You laugh. “It’s so obvious you like me, Scott.”

“...Oh. Was it that obvious?”

“Literally everyone knew about it.”

Your first date was simple because that's exactly how Scott wanted it. A quiet dinner, followed by a walk through the park where the two of you talk about everything except being X-Men. It's peaceful. Comfortable. There isn't a single awkward silence because you've already spent months becoming best friends first.

After every date, Scott waits until you're safely inside your room before heading back to his. Only then does he let himself grin like an idiot as he gets ready for bed.

The relationship develops slowly. Neither of you are in a rush. There are weeks where all you do is go on dates, hold hands, and enjoy finally being together without putting pressure on yourselves.

The first time Scott tells you he loves you, it isn't like those dramatic scenes you see in rom-com movies. You're both cooking dinner in the mansion kitchen, flour somehow ends up on his face. That makes you start bursting out laughing, and he looks at you with soft adoration before saying, "I love seeing you happy." A few seconds later, almost as if he hadn't meant to say it out loud, he adds, "...I love you."

Loving Scott feels different. You never have to question whether he wants to be with you. He communicates, checks in on you, remembers the little things, and never lets you go to bed wondering where you stand. After everything you've been through, that consistency becomes your favorite thing about him.

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Natasha x Celebrity! Reader

Natasha Romanoff

Natasha's mission was supposed to be quick: infiltrate the building, retrieve the intel, leave without anyone noticing. The only problem? You happened to be filming an interview on one of the upper floors when the entire operation went sideways. Before you knew it, you were caught in the middle of an evacuation with armed mercenaries blocking the exits.

Natasha finds you first. She calmly gets you behind cover, shields you from the firing zone, and somehow manages to escort you out of the building while taking down enemies like it's just another Tuesday. By the time you're safely outside, you're looking at her in awe.

Without thinking twice, you blurt out, “canIgetyournumber?" Natasha actually pauses. You blush after you realize what you asked her and try to hide your face in the collar of your shirt. Of all the reactions she expected after saving a civilian, getting asked out wasn't one of them. She lets out the tiniest laugh before typing her number into your phone. She can’t deny a cutie like you.

What starts as a nice first date dinner as an appreciation for her saving you somehow turns into another date... then another... until you're officially together. The relationship stays completely private. Natasha values her privacy, and you've had enough experience with tabloids to know how exhausting public relationships can be.

The dates are as normal as they can be for a celebrity and an ex-Russian assassin. Midnight walks through quiet parts of the city, tiny café dates to avoid being recognized, shopping in hoodies and baseball caps, and nights spent cooking together in your apartment. They're the most peaceful moments either of you can get.

The Avengers notice Natasha smiling at her phone more often. She starts disappearing on her days off, humming under her breath during missions, and somehow becomes... happier. Nobody can figure out why.

Clint is convinced she's seeing someone. Nobody believes him until he catches her hiding a smile after reading one of your texts. From that moment on, he makes it his personal mission to figure out who it is.

Then it happens. A paparazzi photographer catches the two of you holding hands outside a small restaurant after a date. Within an hour, every social media platform is flooded with the photo of you two together, and the internet completely loses its mind.

Tony is scrolling through the news the next morning when he nearly spits out his coffee. "NO WAY." The entire team crowds around his tablet, only to find page after page of headlines announcing that Natasha Romanoff is dating one of the biggest celebrities in the world.

Steve blinks a few times before saying, "...Natasha has a boyfriend/girlfriend?" Everyone just stares at him. "Steve," Clint sighs, "I think the bigger question is why did she keep it a secret from us???"

Bruce immediately recognizes you because he's secretly a fan of your movies, music, and interviews. He gets surprisingly excited before trying, and failing, to act casual about it.

Thor has absolutely no idea why everyone is freaking out until someone explains how famous you are. Then he proudly announces that Natasha has "excellent taste," as if he had any say in the matter.

Clint is absolutely insufferable once the truth comes out. He refuses to let Natasha live down the fact that she managed to hide an entire relationship from the world's greatest heroes. For the next six months, if you are mentioned in a conversation or Clint catches Natasha texting you, he'll start making kissy faces. He eventually stopped because Natasha had enough and whooped his ass big time.

The funniest part is discovering that almost every Avenger is secretly a fan of yours. Tony has seen every interview because he enjoys your sense of humor. Bruce loves ALL your work. Peter nearly faints when he realizes you're dating Natasha. Even Steve admits you've always seemed like a genuinely kind person.

Natasha expects the team to bombard you with questions when she finally brings you to the Tower. Instead, they're trying very hard to play it cool... and failing miserably. Tony asks for a selfie (ironically), Peter nervously asks if he can have an autograph, and Bruce unknowingly rambles about one of your projects in so much detail that everyone realizes he's been a fan for years.

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The Avengers Figure Out that Bruce & the Reader are Together

Bruce Banner

Movie nights in the Avengers Tower common room are one of the few times the entire team gets to relax. Tony has control of the TV, Clint keeps throwing popcorn at people, Thor somehow finishes an entire bowl of snacks by himself, and Bruce is quietly reading a research paper during the parts of the movie that don't interest him.

You had an exhausting week of missions and paperwork, so by the middle of the movie you were barely able to stay awake. Nobody thinks much of it because they are all tired from the last mission as well.

At some point, you absentmindedly leans against Bruce's shoulder. Bruce doesn't even flinch, like it's the most natural thing in the world. He simply shifts a little so you are more comfortable and continues watching the movie.

Ten minutes later, you are fast asleep, curled against Bruce's side. Bruce carefully moves his arm around your shoulders to keep you from slipping, all while staying focused on the screen.

The room gradually goes quiet as everyone notices. Tony lowers the volume. Clint stops talking mid-sentence. Natasha looks up from the book she'd been pretending to read. Steve slowly looks between the two of them.

Bruce, completely oblivious to the fact that everyone is staring, gently brushes a loose strand of hair away from your face without even thinking about it. The gesture is so automatic that it immediately tells everyone this isn't the first time he's done it.

That's when the pieces start falling into place. The coffee, eggs, and bacon Bruce always made "by accident" when you forgot to eat breakfast. The way you always ended up in Bruce's lab. The smiles you guys exchanged when sitting across from each other in meetings. The subtle way you and Bruce always seemed to gravitate toward each other.

Clint is the first to whisper. "...You've got to be kidding me."

Tony blinks a few times before quietly saying, "There's absolutely no way we were all this oblivious."

Natasha simply smirks. "I wondered how long it would take the rest of you."

Steve lets out a small sigh and shakes his head. "Looking back... it was actually pretty obvious."

Bruce finally notices everyone staring and looks genuinely confused. "What?"

Tony gestures toward you sleeping while tucked comfortably against Bruce's side. "...You want to explain?"

Bruce glances down at you, smiles so softly it almost doesn't look like him, and simply replies, "...Oh."

That tiny smile is all the confirmation the team needs. They didn’t need a confession from Bruce when he was looking at you with so much affection.

Logan Howlett

First Date Headcanons

Scott Summers

First Date Headcanons

Logan Cheats on You and You End Up with Scott

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Remy LeBeau

First Date Headcanons

Kurt Wagner

Logan Howlett

Logan spends most of the first date acting nonchalant, but internally he’s extremely nervous. He's paying attention to every little detail about you and whether you're enjoying yourself.

He chooses somewhere quiet and comfortable because he'd rather get to know you than try to impress you with something flashy.

The first time you laugh at one of his dry jokes, he gives a small smile that sticks around for the rest of the night.

Logan isn't great with words, so most of his affection comes through actions. Walking on the side closest to traffic, opening doors, and making sure you get home safely.

If you mention your favorite food, movie, or hobby, don't be surprised when he remembers it months later.

He surprisingly listens to you ramble about anything you're passionate about, even if he has no clue what you're talking about. He usually could give two shits about a person’s interests, but you are an exception.

After the date, he'll spend hours pretending he isn't thinking about you when that's in fact what he's doing.

Scott Summers

Scott plans the date days in advance because he genuinely wants everything to go well and hates the idea of disappointing you.

He asks a lot of questions because getting to know you is his favorite part of the evening.

Whenever you compliment him, he immediately gets flustered and has no idea how to respond.

Scott keeps sneaking glances at you when he thinks you aren't looking, only to immediately look away when you catch him.

He feels oddly proud whenever he manages to make you smile or laugh.

The conversation flows so easily that he completely loses track of time, which is unusual for him. He’s usually time oriented and organized. He’s always on some type of schedule.

By the time the date ends, he's already hoping that you’ll go on another date with him.

Remy LeBeau

Remy arrives at your guy’s date with all the confidence in the world, already planning to charm you off your feet.

He loves making you laugh and considers every smile he earns a personal victory.

Remy constantly finds excuses to get into your personal space throughout the date. He won’t admit it, but he’s clingy.

Despite all his flirting, he genuinely enjoys listening to you talk and remembers every little detail you share.

If you tease him back, he immediately becomes ten times more interested in you because he loves someone who can keep up with him.

He makes even the most ordinary date feel exciting simply because of the energy he brings to it.

Avengers

A Fall Evening

Dark Avengers

Secretary Reader

Bruce Banner

The Avengers Figure Out that Bruce & the Reader are Together

Natasha Romanoff

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Bucky Barnes

Confessing to Best Friend Reader

Loki Laufeyson

Confessing to Best Friend Reader

Thor Odinson

AU where the avengers are the mightiest heroes only for money, fame, and power.

The Dark Avengers have a group chat that was originally created for missions. Now it's mostly them arguing over who got more of your attention that day. Clint started keeping score as a joke. However, as time goes on, nobody knows if he’s joking anymore.

Every time you walk into a room, at least one of them immediately sits up straighter. They'll never admit it, but they all pay attention to where you are and what you're doing.

Tony acts like your office is his second office. He'll casually wander in, sit down, and start talking while you're working. If you point out that he has an entire floor dedicated to himself, he'll claim your office has "better vibes."

Steve always makes sure you have a seat beside him during meetings. Nobody else is allowed to take it. The one time someone did, Steve glared daggers into their head until they moved.

Natasha keeps a mental list of everything you like. Your favorite coffee order, your favorite snacks, your preferred restaurants. She never tells anyone she remembers these things.

Thor absolutely brags about you. Someone compliments how smoothly an event went? Thor immediately starts talking about how talented and hardworking you are as if he's your proud parent.

Clint has a habit of appearing whenever you're taking a break. You could be sitting alone for five seconds before he somehow materializes beside you asking what you're doing.

Bruce likes working in the same room as you. Neither of you even have to talk. He just finds your presence calming, though he'd rather die than admit that out loud.

Whenever you're sick, the tower becomes strangely quiet (they normally are fighting 24/7). Nobody wants to admit they're worried, but they all find excuses to check on you throughout the day.

If someone keeps you late at work unnecessarily, the team gets irritated. They don't care about most employees, but they care when you're exhausted because of someone else's incompetence.

They all secretly love when you praise them. These are people who receive public admiration every day, but somehow a simple "Good job" from you means more than an entire crowd cheering their names.

Nobody is allowed to make fun of you except them. The moment someone else says something rude, the atmosphere in the room immediately changes. Suddenly six of the most dangerous people in the country are staring at one unfortunate soul.

They all try to give you gifts, but in completely different ways. Tony buys expensive things, Thor brings treasures from his travels, Clint gives you random trinkets he thinks you'll like, Natasha leaves useful items on your desk, and Bruce fixes things before you realize they're broken.

Your office becomes the safest place in the tower. Arguments stop when you walk in. Tempers cool down. Even the Dark Avengers seem more normal around you, which honestly confuses everyone who witnesses it.