Imagine Steve always stopping in the café you work at after his morning runs - requested by Anonymous

You liked this guy. Steve. To be honest, you didn’t know much about him, but he always listened to your stories. 

You see, you worked at a quaint little diner in the middle of who-knows-where-the-hell-we-are-anymore, New York. Let’s just say, it was a small town that most people drove right through. Not this guy, though. He was here almost every morning for breakfast. He clearly ran here from wherever the hell he came from.

The first day you had met him, you were working the opening shift for the first time, and you were alone. It was empty which was normal. You plugged in your iPod and played some obscure indie band while sweeping the floor. You were wiping down the windows when you saw him approaching. Damn you, Jeremy, you cursed your coworker in your head. You said nobody ever showed up during the morning shift. So you scrambled to turn off your music and made sure the coffee was brewing. 

The man opened the door and looked around. “Are you guys open?” He’d asked. 

“Yes, sir,” you answered. “Can I get something started for you?” You slipped your iPod into the front pocket on your apron. 

“Some eggs would be great,” he said, sitting down at the nearest table. “And coffee?”

“You got it,” you smiled in the friendly way you were supposed to when you were on the job. You went into the back and put the eggs on the fryer. You circled back to the front and grabbed a mug for his coffee. 

“Is the food that bad?” He joked, looking around at the empty room. 

“No, you’re just up way too early.” He laughed. You dashed back to the fryer and grabbed his eggs and then poured the coffee. “Here you go.” You came from around the counter and set them down at his table. 

“Thank you …”


“Thank you, (Y/N),” he said. 

You smiled and turned to go back to the counter, but then you stopped. “Can I ask…?” You started. “Are you new?” 

“Excuse me?”

“Did you just move here? Because you’re the first person in the last ten years to be here before seven o’clock.” 

He chuckled. “You could say that.”

“Where are you originally from?” You asked him.

“Brooklyn,” he answered.

“So did you move back home or…?” You looked at him, quizzically.

“Nope.” He didn’t elaborate.

“But Brooklyn isn’t very far from here—”

“It’s a long story,” he said. 

You just nodded, not pushing. “Well, enjoy the eggs.” What you didn’t know is that six days ago, he’d woken up from a sixty-six year long nap. 

Since then, he’d showed up nearly every morning. You had started requesting the morning shift from your boss just so you could talk to him. You later learned his name was Steve. You liked Steve. He listened to you ramble about everything. You’re rude roommate, your student loans, your hobbies, your music. He always just listened. And he was polite too, always calling you ma’am and leaving you a tip. “For those student loans,” he’d said.

It was because of those reasons that you noticed when he hadn’t come in. It was mid afternoon, on the fourth day without Steve. You were about to clock out but ended up getting distracted by the events on the small television mounted on the wall. “That shit’s insane,” Jeremy said. “Manhattan is going to hell.” 

“What the fu—” You started at the screen. “Are they saying it’s aliens?”

“That’s exactly what they’re saying…”

You thought you’d seen it all that afternoon but as you were reaching the would-be dinner rush, you were proven wrong. The place was empty except for you and Jeremy. You’d seen Iron Man throw a nuclear missile into a worm hole on the television and you thought your day couldn’t get any weirder. Until the Avengers walked into the shop. 

You and Jeremy looked at each other with wide eyes. “Table for six?” Tony Stark gave you two a weary smile. 

That’s when you saw— “Steve?” You stared at him. Of course! How could you have not seen it? Steve Rogers. They’d made a big deal when he was pulled out of the ice, his face had been everywhere so how come you never connected the dots? Wow, you felt stupid. 

“Hey, (Y/N),” he smiled. “How about some eggs?”

Avengers Preference: How You Kiss

A/N: Another preference! This time, I think I got everyone. If I somehow missed your favorite, just ask and I will write one up for them :)

Request: Can i have a preference? How the avengers kiss you. Maybe could you add pietro and bucky as well?

Warnings: fluff :)

Thor: Thor likes to kiss you with lots of grandeur, walking up to you, capturing your face in both of his hands as he presses his lips to yours, running his thumbs along your cheekbones and proclaiming his love for you in that deep, booming voice of his. It always makes you roll your eyes and smile, because you wouldn’t want it any other way.

Wanda/Scarlet Witch: You and Wanda communicate a lot through her powers (she reads your mind and speaks directly into your thoughts, most of the time), so when she actually takes the time to stop and physically kiss you, it means a lot. It’s usually a very soft, sweet press of her lips on your way to sleep, or right before one of you leaves for a mission.

Pietro/Quicksilver: Pietro’s kisses are quick (of course) and often. He kisses your cheek as he dashes by you, always way too impatient to walk at a normal pace, and every now and then he will appear out of nowhere to literally sweep you off your feet and kiss you passionately before setting you back down and dashing off again, leaving you a tiny bit frazzled as you stare after him.

Bucky/Winter Soldier: You and Bucky are almost always connected in some way, because you keep him calm and connected to reality. Whenever he begins to feel himself fading, he grabs you and presses his lips to yours for however long it takes, no matter what you were doing at that moment. It irritates Tony, but Steve doesn’t mind, because he loves seeing Bucky happy.

Steve/Captain America: For someone who is such a gentleman, Steve is very heavy-handed with PDA. He kisses you whenever he gets the urge to, no matter who you’re in front of. Often, the two of you forget that there are people around, which leads to a lot of cleared throats and comments about the sex drives of senior citizens.

Natasha/Black Widow: Nat doesn’t like to kiss you much in public, because she doesn’t want someone to find out about your relationship and use you against her. So when same-sex marriage becomes legalized, you weren’t expecting for her to sweep you into her arms and kiss you right there, on the streets in front of everyone. After that point, she becomes a little more relaxed, kissing you quickly as you part ways in the streets every morning.

Clint/Hawkeye: Clint isn’t really one for kissing all the time. He likes to save it for special moments, like when he asks you to marry him. The two of you don’t kiss often, but when you do, it leaves you breathless for some time after.

Tony/Iron Man: Despite Tony’s reputation as a playboy, he’s a sucker for cuddles and sleepy kisses. He lives for those moments right before you fall asleep, with his arms wrapped around you and your eyes drifting shut, and he loves kissing you softly as you fall asleep, making sure you know how much he loves you.

Bruce/Hulk: Bruce is surprisingly clingy, constantly pressing soft kisses into your hair, your forehead, your cheek, your neck. When he does kiss your lips, he does so gently, holding you as if you may break if he loses control even for a split second.


[Y/N] : “For the love of god Clint stop playing with my cat all the time, I’ll end up being jealous”

“So this is where it all started,” Roy mused as he folded his arms across his chest and eyed the display curiously.

“You could say that,” Riza said with a smile. “The start of a book series that moved an entire generation.”

Roy nodded in agreement, then looked over at Riza. “So… Which House would you be in?”

Without missing a beat, she answered, “Gryffindor. The House of the chivalrous and brave.” Raising a brow, she asked, “And you?”

“Slytherin,” Roy replied as he cocked his brow mischievously. “The House of the cunning and ambitious. And with that, it would seem that,” he added with a laugh, “We are two star-crossed lovers, destined to be together despite being sorted into two Houses that are constantly at odds.”

“A modern tale of Romeo and Juliet now, hmm,” she replied with a light laugh.

Roy shrugged and added, “You could say that… Just without the play’s ending.”

“Agreed,” she said as she draped her arms around his neck and smiled. “Two star-crossed lovers that fate just can’t leave alone.”