|How You Met|
Steve:
It was a normal day at the pub (the god forsaken place you call work), when Tony Stark walked through your doors, another man trailing behind him. Tony Stark was a usual, always bringing someone or another with him. Most often times it was a girl, others it was his best friend Rhodey. Today was another man, a tall, very fit man. When the two sat in front of your section of the bar, you flashed your award winning smile.
"The usual, Mr. Stark?" You asked, glancing quickly at the other man, who blushed under your gaze.
"Sure thing, Y/N." Tony said. "I'm here to show my friend the wonders of the bar." You grinned.
"Well, you've come to the right place." You said, setting down the glass you were currently cleaning and stuck out your hand. "I'm Y/N Y/L/N." He took your hand and gave you a smile that made your knees weak.
"Nice to meet you, ma'am. I'm Steve Rodgers."
Tony
Where else would you meet Tony Stark besides a party? His own party, for that matter. You were all dressed up nice and pretty in a sparkling navy blue gown and a pair of very fancy converse. You were supposed to come with your date, however, he ditched due to a 'family emergency'. Now, you were sitting alone at the bar, downing your third shot of vodka. You saw someone in your peripheral vision take a seat next to you. Instead of glancing over, you swallow the rest of the drink.
"Your date dump you?" The man next to you asked. You rolled your eyes and slammed the drink on to the bar.
"None of your business," you replied, still not looking at him.
"I try to make it my business when a pretty lady is sitting alone at a bar," he said. You turned your head to make some snarky response, but stopped dead at the sight of your boyfriend's boss.
"Mr. Stark," you said in a less harsh tone. He laughed.
"Just call me Tony. What should I call you?"
"Y/N."
Thor
The thunder cracked outside your window, another flash of lightning lighting up your dark bedroom. You took another sip of tea, flinching slightly as the thunder roared above you. The rain pelted your window relentlessly. The fighting downstairs continued.
Your twin sister was married to a large company CEO, who was about 15 years older than her. She married for the money and hoped that the money would be enough to keep her satisfied, but it wasn't. With three children already, two twin toddlers and a one year old baby, a forth on the way, your sister was rather unhappy with her living conditions, and made a fuss about it every time her husband was actually home. She let you live with her ever since your parents died, and you helped out around the house a lot, but there was nothing you could do to stop the screaming. Nothing but listen to the rain and hope the thunder drowned out the hurtful words.
You stared at the barely lightened street below. Out of the blue, a man appeared in a red cape and what seemed like metal armor. Just as he appeared, lighting stuck that exact area. You were so startled by his appearance and by the possibility of him being hurt, that you ran from your room, down the stairs, and out the back door into the pouring rain, in your monkey pajamas.
You ran to where the man was standing. He looked unscathed, but dazed.
"Hey!" You shouted over the rain and thunder. "You alright?" The man turned and looked at you. He walked over to you. You hadn't realized how tall he was until he was standing right next to you.
"Where am I?" He asked in a heavy British accent. You couldn't stop staring at his arms. They were huge!
"Muscles." You hadn't meant to say it out loud, but the man seemed unfazed. He frowned.
"Muscles? I have never heard of this town? What country is it in?" You shook your head, shivering slightly.
"Sorry! I meant, Beverly Hills. It's in the United States!" The man grinned.
"Great!" He turned away, but looked back down at you. "You seem cold! Take my cape inside!" He took off his red cape and attempted to wrap it around you. You put your hand up.
"Oh, no! It's alright!" He moved your hand and put it around your shoulders anyway.
"I will return." He turned as left after that. Wrapping the cape around you tighter, you walked back inside.
"Y/N! Where have you been? It's a raging storm outside!" Your sister yelled. You wrung your hair out in the sink.
"Oh, nothing."
"Where'd you get that cape? I thought we had a conversation about not accepting capes from strangers." You started your way upstairs.
"Goodnight, mother."
You had a dream that night about the man in the rain, his arms thick as large rocks, his cape wrapped around you while you slept.
Bruce
Cliché as it is, the two of you met at a Science seminar. You were a PA at Oxford. Bruce Banner was to be talking about his idea for his experiments for the new Super Soldier Serum. You were rather a big fan of Doctor Banner's previous works, so you knew this one was going to be amazing. If anyone could recreate the Soldier Serum, it was Banner.
After his talk, there was a break before your Professor was to speak. You went to the library to check out the new book on wormholes and a book on the production of enhanced humans. You were deep in the first chapter of the book when someone bumped into you, knocking your reading glasses on to the floor.
"I'm so sorry!" You said at the same time as the person who hit you. You shuffled around for your glasses and when you put them on and saw who had bumped into you, you almost fell over again.
"D-Doctor Banner! I'm sorry, I didn't see you!" You apologized, hugging the books to your chest. Banner took of his glasses and shook his head at you, smiling.
"Please, it was my fault." He noticed the books in your hands. "Enhanced humans? Your interested in cellular biology?" You nodded enthusiastically.
"And cellular chemistry. As well as organismic bio and chemistry," you said, unsure of why you did so.
He smiled again.
"Why don't I buy those for you?" You shook your head quickly.
"It's alright, Dr. Banner-"
"Bruce."
"I can pay for them." He took another copy of each from the shelf and walked over to the register. He came back with them a minute later.
"You wouldn't deny a gift, would you..."
"Y/N."
"Well, Y/N, you wouldn't deny my offer, would you?" You muffled a smile and shook your head. You put the two copies in your arms back and took the ones from him.
"Thank you Dr. Banner-"
"Bruce."
"Thank you Bruce."
Later, when you were reading your Enhanced Humans book, you found a work card with Bruce's number. On the back it said "In case you ever find yourself out of a job."
Clint
You were friends when you were very young, five or so. You both lived in a tiny town with no more that 200 people in it. The town was attacked and raided when you were both six by a secret underground team called HYDRA. You were separated from Clint and from your family. You were on your own for a very, very long time. One day, you learned of an agency called SHIELD. They fought they bad guys and saved lives, just the place you wanted to be. At 17, you joined, and by 24, you were an assassin.
You were training with your "friends", Maria Hill and Natasha Romanoff, when a man burst into the room. The three of you were wearing no more than a sports bra and exercise shorts, but none of you were fazed.
"What do you want, Barton?" Maria asked, putting her hands on her hips. The man looked familiar, the blonde hair and the blue eyes. You knew him from somewhere, you just couldn't put your finger on it.
"I'm here to meet the new assassin. Fury said I could find her here," Barton said. You stepped out from behind Maria. You were small, and even though you were a trained assassin, Maria felt the urge to protect you.
"That'd be me." He stared at you and you stared at him until it all clicked suddenly.
"Clint?" You said while he asked, "Y/N?"
"You two know each other?" You embraced him in a bone crushing hug.
"I thought you were dead." He said quietly.
"I thought you were dead!" You responded, pulling away.
"Please explain what's going on." Natasha sounded irritated.
"We were friends when we we're very small, very small. Best friends, actually," Clint said.
"Our town was attacked and we were separated. I guess we thought the other was dead," you added.
"I thought I was the only survivor." Clint hugged you again.
"So did I."
Pietro
The town was freaking flying. And there were robots trying to kill everyone. You were running as fast as you possibly could, but you were never the fastest one on the block.
The one time you chose to visit Sokovia, everything goes mad. Just your luck.
You grabbed on to the person next to you.
"Does this happen everyday in Sokovia?" You asked her. It was a dumb question, but you needed to know the answer. She looked at you as if you were crazy, but shook her head.
"No!"
You made it to the edge of the flying town, but if you jumped, there was no possibility of survival. You turned around and saw a group of those robots coming towards you. You sucked in a breath and started working.
Ever since you ate those fish oils a few weeks previously, you found that you had this ability to blow stuff up without touching it. The ability came after you being encased in rock for three minutes, but hey, blowing stuff up is cool.
As the robots neared, you shut your eyes and concentrated. You saw each and everyone of the explode into smitherings. You saw how it would feel, all the heat on your face, you heard the explosions, the screams from the people around you, the car alarms going off. When you opened your eyes, that is exactly what they did, explode. You ran away from the edge of the town and thought 'if I can't get off this rock, I might as well kick some robot butt before I die'. It was obvious what was going to happen, really. Either you floated all the way up into space and died, or the town fell with everyone in it, and you still die. Either way, you were dead, so why not kill some murderous robots?
You blew up quiet a few and you were very proud of yourself. You noticed that all of the robots were flying towards one place, the church, but before you got there, they stopped going that way. You sighed, and followed them, once again, to the edge of the town, where there were shuttles waiting to take everyone to saftey. But there was a plane, something that was firing at the people, specifically, at a man holding a young boy in his arms. The man curled himself around the boy as the rounds fired to his left, advancing quickly, but a blue blur was coming quickly at them. You looked up at the plane, knowing you had seconds before someone died, and imagined it exploding, but didn't have time for the minor details. The left wing of the plane blew up and it spun out of control.
You looked back over to the man and the boy. Another man lay on the ground, groaning in pain. You jogged over as someone took the boy away. The man on the ground had two bullet wounds, one in his shoulder, and another a little closer to his heart. You exploded the plane just in time.
"I can take the bullets out," you said to the groaning man.
"No thanks," he said in a very thick Sokovian accent.
"Excuse me, but that's no way to thank someone who just saved your life," you said. You looked up at the other man. "Mind helping me take him on to the flying thing over there?" He nodded.
"What do you mean? You didn't save my life." You rolled your eyes.
"Oh yes, because plane's just spontaneously combust, all on their own." He fell unconscious after that.
Sam
Every weekend was football weekend. Saturday afternoon, you met up with the boys to play some very sketchy football. Sunday nights, you watched the games.
One fine Saturday afternoon, one of your friends, Dean Silter, brought someone new, ex military. You didn't pay attention to his name, you didn't really care, you just wanted to play.
When I say 'sketchy football', I mean they have enough players for each person to be on both defense and offense, they only have helmets for padding, the field is awful, there aren't any plays, everyone is everything, and the players are ruthless.
The new guy was Quarterback on the opposing team. You thought this was a good time to teach him who was boss around here. As soon as he had the ball, you broke through the defensive line (being how they are all large men and you were kind of a small woman, it was easy to slip through) and tackled the new guy before he had time to throw the ball.
"Nice tackle, man!" He said. He looked into your helmet and when he realized you were a girl, mumbled a few things. You laughed and held out a hand to help him up.
The next play was in action. The new guy had the ball and was choosing who to throw it to. You saw his eyes land on the open guy to your right. You ran just as he let the ball out of his grip and caught it before it got to his player. Some of the onlookers yelled and one guy even roared "INTERCEPTION!"
You ran the ball, jumping over potential tackles, dodging everyone, until you got three yards from the touchdown zone. Someone tackled you from the back, but you still made it inside. You grumbled as you tried to roll over and yell at whoever it was, but there was a hand ready to help you up. The new guy. You grinned up at him.
"Now we're even?"
"Now we're even."
After the game, you were sitting and trying not to faint from dehydration, when the new guy sat next to you.
"You're good," he said.
"Thanks."
"I'm Sam Wilson." He put out a hand for you to shake. You did so.
"Y/N Y/L/N."
"Nice to meet you."
"The pleasure is mine." You stood up and headed towards your car. You turned around and yelled, "Hey Sam!" He turned to look at you, and you smiled.
"See you next week."
Loki
You were walking down the street when a man walked hurriedly past, bumped into you as he went.
"Hey!" You called back to him. He turned to look at you with expression of superiority. His hair was black and sleek, his cheek bones, oh goodness gracious his cheek bones. This man was absolutely gorgeous, but he hadn't apologized for hitting you.
"Maybe you should apologize," you said, glaring. He looked at you strangely.
"What is your name, Mortal?" You ignored the 'mortal' part and crossed your arms.
"Y/N."
"Hmm. Do me a favour, Y/N, stay out of Manhattan for the next few days." With no other words, he walked away. Utterly confused, you walked home.
James
Being Military meant keeping up morals, and your physical state, at least to you. Even as a retired soldier, now NYPD police officer (Homicide Detective), you kept with those standards. Every morning, you ran five miles from your apartment to the subway, which took you to the Department.
However, this morning was your day off, so you ran around the park, muttering the Orders to the Sentry, an old habit.
"The sixth order to the sentry is Recieve, obey, and pass on to sentry who relieves me, all orders from the Commanding Officer, the Command Duty Officer, the Officer of the deck, and all-" someone ran up next to you and finished for you.
"Officers and Petty Officers of the watch only."
The two of you ran side by side silently for the next twenty minutes until you both stopped to take a drink of water.
"I'm James Rhodes, but most people call me Rhodey," he said. You nodded and smiled at him, breathing heavily.
"Y/N."
"What was your rank?"
"Staff Sergeant." He nodded.
"Nice. Will I see you here again?" You shook your head.
"Probably not for a while." He looked down. You scoffed slightly and smiled. You grabbed his hand and a pen from your bag and scribbled your number on his palm.
"Call me if you needs running partner. Or if you forget your Orders." Rhodey simply laughed.
Bucky
You were also ex Military, but for different reasons. You were in Iraq, fighting the Islamic State like everyone else was. You had entered a war zone so terrible, that you were the only one who made it out alive; American Soldiers, Islamic State soldiers, and civilians all died, except for you, and you didn't make it out in one piece.
It was a bomb that killed everyone. You lost most of your leg and a good amount of skin, but you survived. Your brother was a former SHIELD agent, now working with the Avengers. His friend, Helen Cho, managed to repair your skin damage and close the wound on your leg, but she couldn't grow the leg back. A certain Tony Stark heard of your handicap and created a leg just for you.
You now trained at the new Avengers training ground with your brother. One day, Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson came back with a new recruit, James Barnes. You were put in charge of talking to him. Steve thought you might understand each other better, and he might trust you.
The first day you went in, you were terrified. You'd heard what he had done, but you reminded yourself that he wasn't doing it to his will.
"Hi." Was the first thing you said to him.
"Steve said you lost a limb too." Was the first thing he said to you. You nodded and tapped your knuckles on the metal leg.
"Blew it clean off in Irag."
It was easy to talk to him. He didn't ask about Iraq and you didn't ask about Hydra, you simply talked.
Vision
You met Vision along with everyone else when he was 'born', but you never got the chance to properly introduce yourself. After the great Sokovian War of 2015, you set out to find him. Once you did, you walked up to him with your hand outstretched.
"I'm Y/N," you said. The android frowned.
"I know this." You sighed.
"It's a proper introduction." You wiggled your hand. "Now shake my hand and tell me your name." He grabbed your hand and shook it slowly, very unsurely.
"I am Vision." You nodded.
"Good. By the way, Steve is starting Avenger training. Walk with me?"
So here you go. The Pietro one has some Agents of SHIELD references in it. Basically, there was this thing that changed certain people into enhanced people and some fish ate it and then people made those fish into fish oils. If you ate them, you either died or changed.
Drop a comment or a vote below if you liked it. Sorry if it was long, I'm not too great at making things short. Should I make it shorter?
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