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Summary: A normal day in the life of the Avengers.
Number of words: 923
Warnings: Cursing, Alcohol, MAJOR fluff
You woke up, feeling drowsy and tired. You shouldn’t have
drink so much. Even though you wanted to resist to the alcohol’s attraction,
Bucky and Sam forced you to take several shots of tequila, and the Natasha
wanted to play a drunken version of Never Have I Ever, resulting of you being
shit-faced drunk and laughing your ass off. You learned that Pietro already
went outside naked like a newborn and that Nat had sex in public with “a random
guy, just for a mission”.
Turning around in your soft sheets, you massaged your temples
and insulted silently the guy who invented tequila. After a few minutes of not-so innocent
curses, you got out of bed and put some shorts on ever though, let’s be real,
no pants are the best pants. You tied your Y/H/C hair in a ponytail and got out
of your bedroom, remembering when you moved in the Avengers tower in New York.
You didn’t have a physical power, more of a psychic one. You
could get out of any situation because your mind gave you all kinds of
solutions. It was quite helpful for battles, because with you, everybody could
get what they came for and get out of the fight without any major wounds. Also,
you had an empathy link, so you could feel anybody’s emotions. Again, very
useful to manipulate your enemies. Tony Stark found you almost a year ago,
alone in a small town in Canada, and sent a Quinjet to come and get you. All
through the flight, he showed you the files of the Avengers, one by one. From
this first impression, Thor was your favorite, because he was powerful, but
also humble (plus his hair was fantastic). After a long ride, you arrived in
New York, right on the tower. Your eyes moved until you saw the skyline, with
so many glass skyscrapers and the Hudson river glistening because of the lights
by the water. Immediately, you fell in love with the city and its charm,
silently promising yourself to never move out its boundaries.
“Pretty, hun? Steve had the reaction when he saw it too. I
think you’re gonna like him, Y/N. Your
room is right next to Wanda and in front of you is Bucky.” He murmured,
entering the large penthouse by the sliding doors. “I’ll call Nat to show you
around, she’s probably still awake.”
“What? Is it really that late?” you asked, admiring the
luxurious kitchen and the comfortable-looking suede couch, along with the grey
ceramic on the floor and the wooden walls, adding a comforting feeling to the
“It is… 3:30 in the morning.” Tony said, glaring at his
watch. Then, he got his phone out, called the Russian gal and explaining
briefly the situation.
A few moments later, Romanoff appeared out of the right
hallway, wearing a pair of black leggings and an old oversized tee-shirt. She
was feeling calm and relaxed, even though she was really happy and excited to
have a new girl Avenger in the building. You liked her immediately, with her
sarcastic sense of humor and her charming looks.
“Hello Y/N, I’m really happy to meet you. Iron Man here never
stopped talking about you since he knew you were alive,” she said, nudging
“Well, after this very embarrassing moment, I will go to bed.
Y/N, tomorrow, I will show you the new plan for the attack. Goodnight, ladies.”
Tony whispered, leaving the common area, turning left before disappearing in
“I feel like we’re gonna have a lot
of fun together, Y/N” Natasha said, hugging you tightly and smiling like a
“Ah, good times,” you thought while making your way to the
kitchen. Soon after, you arrived at your destination, looking at all the
Avengers present. Steve, Bucky and Sam were sleeping on the couch, snoring
lightly, Clint, Tony, Thor and Bruce were all looking fine, eating their
breakfast on the glass dining room table. Natasha was looking like a truck just
rolled on her; puffy eyes, disheveled hair and a tall mug of coffee in her
“Rough night, hun, Y/N?” Tony asked, a toast in his hand,
newspaper by his side.
“Fuck you, Tony.” You responded, hugging Nat and getting a
big mug of coffee for yourself.
“What the fuck was my idea to play Never Have I Ever with
tequila, first, and with you?” Black Widow asked, her head in her hands.
“Ah, young people. I don’t miss my young days,” Tony laughed.
You rolled your eyes, walking to the couch with the mug in
your hands. You bent to kiss Bucky on the forehead and move the hair on his
forehead, shook Steve’s muscular arm and passed your hand on Sam’s hair. A few
moments later, they all opened their eye, squinting at the light.
“Good morning, boys. There is coffee on the table and toasts,
too,” you chirped.
“Thanks mom,” Bucky said turning around and taking a sip of
the fuming liquid.
Wanda and Vision came out of their room, taking food and
going back, giggling and smiling.
“Where is Pietro?” you asked, playing in Nat’s hair, soothing
“He went jogging, Lady Y/N,” Thor responded.
“Oh and Y/N? Tony and I wanted to see you in the lab later to
run some tests,” Bruce told you.
You laughed and looked at them. Your family. The people that
supported you when you were down, helped you have fun and get better with time.