Marvel Oneshots

SPD (Avengers x Teen!R)

"Y/n, you okay?" Nat asks, still keeping her eyes on me.

I lean against the counter and nod my head with a smile.

"Yeah, I'm good.. I just remembered that I didn't wash my hands after cracking the eggs. I shouldn't have been touching everything." I say smoothly.

I was honestly a bit surprised with how well I lied.

Nat nods her head understandingly.

"Oh yeah good call. Wouldn't want you cross-contaminating anything." Wanda says.

She knew that something was up but didn't push it any further. When she had joined the team she also promised that she wouldn't read anyone's thoughts without their permission.

"Hey, you good with finishing that up on your own?" I ask Wanda.

She nods her head as begins to take the mixed cookie dough and put pieces on the baking sheet.

Nat softly smiles at me as I walk by and I return it.

"You think something's up with her? She's just seemed a bit on edge lately." Nat asks when you're out of ear-shot.

"I'm sure she's alright. I think we've all been a little off since Ultron. I'd just give her some space." The red head replies.

A few days later

Everyone is seated at the Avenger's meeting office, using it as a dining room.

Chinese take out had just arrived and everyone excitedly took their servings.

This is the seating chart at the table:
(Obviously not everyone is here, Clint's at home, Vision doesn't eat, etc )

____steve___bucky___me___bruce____

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____thor____tony____wanda___nat____

Right now, I sit between Bucky and Bruce with Wanda sitting across from me.

Everything is going well until Tony and Steve start a petty argument. There's a reason why they aren't sitting directly next to one another..

Unfortunately, it was too late to switch seats as most people were already digging into their food.

"It's Chinese take-out! Not a five-star restaurant!" Tony argues.

"I'm just saying that you don't need those mountain of napkins everywhere- it's kind of gross to look at ." Steve counters.

"Oh, I'm so sorry Mr. America. I do apologize for ruining your meal time, let me guess- this'll bother you too?-" Tony scoffs, then begins to chew obnoxiously.

He chomps with his mouth wide open, it making squelching sounds.

Everyone's telling him to knock it off because it's gross.

The sound is so disturbing- it's one of my worst triggers. I clench my fists tightly under the table as I try to keep my breath steady. My jaw clenches and my palms start to sweat- which adds an uncomfortable texture to my hands, worsening my stress. The sound is obnoxious- the people yelling at him to stop is overwhelming.

I quickly scoot my seat out, the wooden legs screeching as I back away from the table. Tony finally stops chomping and everyone looks at me as I get up.

I really couldn't care less at this point. All I can focus on is trying not to break down in front of everyone.

I race out of the room, clenching my fists tightly.