Can I get a headcanon where the reader joins the Avengers? She’s a literal ball of cotton candy, rainbows and cupcakes plated in golden sunshine, too pure for this world. She’s very loving and invites the team to just give her hugs and kisses whenever they want, so they take her up on her offer because they all need that extra bit of love. Sorry this is so long. @itsmarshalltime98
You ran on to the jet and got in the pilot’s seat. The mission was going south very quickly and if everyone was to get out safely, you would have to improvise a little, even if that meant disobeying Steve’s direct orders. You flipped the needed switches in between strapping yourself in. When you were ready for left off you went as fast is you could to where the team was. Your mission had been different from everyone else’s. You were working on hostage extraction, but after getting the hostages to a secure location you heard your team’s distress over COMMS.
“Natasha do you read me?” You questioned, knowing she’d be the only one with the mental capacity to respond at the moment.
“Loud and clear. Please don’t tell me you ran in to trouble with the hostages.”
“Absolutely not. They are at the safe house, but you guys need extraction.”
“Steve told you-”
“Well that’s not gonna matter if Steve is dead,” you contradicted. There was a beat of silence, in which you panicked, wondering if something had happened to Natasha.
“Are you over our position?” Natasha asked.
“Yeah, I’m looking for somewhere to touch down.”
“Give me a sec, I’ll send up a flare.”
You could see the various explosions happening in the Weapon’s facility the team was supposed to storm. You watched anxiously, hoping she’d find a safe place soon. As you waited, you promised yourself that you were going to give Steve the lecture of a lifetime about biting off more than he can chew. Tony flew by the jet and seemed to pause when he looked at you.
“It’s good to see you,” he spoke over COMMS.
“I’m glad you’re alive. Nat’s finding a place for me touch down. I need you guys moving to that point ASAP.”
“Spangles won’t be happy.”
“Yeah but he’ll be alive.”
You noticed the bright red flare go up, and you hurried to the sight leaving Tony behind. You were the best pilot the world had ever seen able to glide through the sky with your aircraft more gracefully than a bird. Stealth flying was your specialty which is why you were employed to get the hostages. The clearing was small, and entry was difficult but you touched down without any difficulty.
“Captain,” you called, hoping he was listening.
“Y/N tell me that jet in the sky wasn’t you.”
“It absolutely was. Sending you extraction coordinates.”
“Coming your way,” Wanda responded.
You opened the hatch so Natasha could board. She lumbered on holding her side as if wounded. You unstrapped to meet her and help her sit down. As she sat, you snagged a medical kit and got ready to do what ever was necessary so she could last until you got back to the compound.
“It’s not that bad,” Natasha breathed out. She could barely pull in breath for the pain.
“You don’t have to act tough, "you smiled shaking your head a little. You unzipped her suit so you could properly treat the wound, "It’s like you really wanna swear off bikini’s,” you joked to keep the atmosphere light. She laughed a little, wincing at the pain it brought.
“Yeah, I bet I’ll look horrible in them now,” she rolled her eyes. You cleaned the wound quickly, keeping an ear out for anyone over COMMS. Wanda soon bounded on to the plane with Vision at her tail.
“Falcon, Captain what’s your position?” you asked as you placed gauze on Natasha’s wound.
“We’re a little caught up,” Sam responded.
“Listen her dynamic duo, I want you hauling ass to the jet. Natasha’s hurt she needs an actual doctor.”
“Natasha?” Steve called.
“Yeah, it looks bad. Maybe hurry it up grandpa,” she grumbled. You smiled at that. Tony came on next, the face plate on his went up to show his face.
“It is good to see you, Y/N. I was afraid you were going to be a teacher’s pet on this mission.”
“I’ll disobey wrong orders any day, Stark.”
“Ooo Captain, you hear that? I think your good noodle is going rogue.”
Steve and Sam walked on to the jet looking worse for wear. Sam sat next to Natasha letting his head rest against the wall. You hurried to the pilot’s seat to get your team out of there.
When you made it back to the compound, you helped Natasha to the medical wing and set upon looking after the rest of the team.
“Is everyone else okay? Anybody have a boo-boo you need me to kiss better,” you joked lightening the mood. Sam smirked, then pretended to be hurt.
“I took a hit right here,” Sam touched his cheek, “will you kiss it better?”
“Of course,” you kissed his cheek, playing along.
“I want in on this action,” Tony announced, and you naturally went over to kiss his cheek too, “And one on the other side.”
You laughed but obliged him.
“Come on, let me get you a drink,” Tony went to the bar to start his after mission ritual of drinking until somebody took the liquor away. You sat on the couch beside Wanda and turned on the T.V. She naturally rested her head on your shoulder while you flipped lazily through the channels.
“How are you Wanda?” you asked absently.
“Just tired,” she sighed.
You took the blanket off the back of the sofa and gave it to her, “Take a nap. Honestly you all need rest,” you glanced behind you where you knew Steve was sitting in one of the arm chairs. He like preoccupied with his thoughts. You elected not to bother him. After particularly trying missions he had the tendency to be distant. He would come talk to you later. Tony sat down on your other side with a drink and settled in to watch T.V. with you and Wanda. Sam left to go take a nap in an actual bed.
When the full weight of the day had finally settled on you, you coaxed the rest of the Avengers to go to bed, before checking on Natasha. She was in her own room, under orders to rest for the next few days. She smiled a little at the sight of you.
“I thought you’d be in bed by now, sunshine,” she spoke the nickname with a slight smirk. Tony was responsible for the name, it just happened to stick.
“I’m headed that way, I just thought I’d check on you. Is there anything I can get you?”
“I’m fine, thanks,” she assured.
“Welp,” you pulled in a deep breath as you looked around the room to be sure you weren’t needed, then let the breath out, “Okay. See you in the morning,” you kissed her forehead, “Good night, sweet dreams.”
Natasha smiled a little wider at that, “Good night, Y/N.”
You left the room with the intentions of taking a hot shower then crawling into bed. As you passed the common room, you noticed a form out of the corner of your eye. It was Steve, he was sitting in the dark room probably brooding. You came to stand in front of him.
“Steve, what’s up with you?” you asked, waiting for him to make eye contact with you. He pulled in a startled breath, then blinked as if clearing his eyes of fog.
“Don’t give me that. Tell me, what’s wrong.”
“I nearly got the team killed, and Natasha…”
“She’s fine, so is everyone else.”
“But they wouldn’t have been if you had followed my orders.”
“Well that’s what a team is for Cap. We have each other’s back. You did what you thought was best. Your intentions were good and everything turned out fine. So all you can do now is learn from the mistakes made and carry on.”
“You make it sound simple,” he laughed a little.
“It is simple, it just might not be easy,” you shrugged, “Come on, get to bed.”
As he stood up, you grabbed him in a tight hug, “You’re still a great leader. You’re just human,” you assured.
“I don’t know what this team would do without you,” he admitted.
“You’d be very emotionally constipated. I mean you guys don’t hug each other. You just have weird vague conversations. I love all of you though,” you teased.
~ Mod Lillian