Tony shook his head, not believing that they were to send you off on a mission. “I still think it’s a bad idea. [Y/N] is not… not a real woman.”
“Don’t let her hear that, Tony.” Natasha said and leaned back on the couch. “It’s final. She’s going.”
“But it’s true! She has no manners and wears sweatshirts, does she even know how to behave like a woman? Does she even own a dress?”
Bruce let out moan. For days now they had tried to find someone who could complete the mission, being all femme fatal, stealing some dangerous stuff, but there was no one. You were the only member of the avengers who wasn’t known by the media and enemies.
And that was Tony’s problem. You were no femme fatal. You were the kind of girl who fought against bullies, and burped the loudest, wearing sweats, running around with unwashed hair. Not to mention your colourful vocabular.
It made sense why Tony was against the idea of you being on that mission.
“While she lacks on feminism, [Y/N] has fighting skills that are equal to the one to Natasha.” Thor intefered optimisticly. Natasha looked at him, raised eyebrows, hearing his slight scepsis.
Steve stood up. He needed to calm him friends down before you arrived. “I have faith in her. We should believe in [Y/N]. She doesn’t need to use her femininity to get the mission done.”
“But it’d be more helpful.” Tony chirped in.
“I heard that.” You hissed angrily as you stepped into the room, greeting your friends. “Hello, boys. Natasha.”
As Natasha expected every male in the room gaped. You looked like a siren, ready to seduce man to lure them into death.
“You look like a woman.”
You scoffed, hands on your hips. “Fuck, thanks, Steve. I just found out I had titts and a cunt.” You heard him mutter an apology.
Tony cleared his throat awkwardly. “You’re gorgeous, [Y/N].”
“I know that I’m a sexy piece of ass, no need for compliments.” You grinned smugly. “I still hate dresses. Especially this one. I feel like I’m airing out my vag.”