Avenger Preferences/Scenarios

How you two know one another

Thor Odinson

         Living in Asgard was a pleasing time to say the least, you were the daughter of a well known family that happened to be rather close to Loki and Thor's family. You had met him when you were just a child, your mother and father were going to meet the Alfather and his queen. Odin was, simply put, frightening to meet but soon enough he became one of the most kind to know. Frigga, she was lovely and so kind it radiated off of her. You stood, confidently in front of them and they smiled at one another looking as though they knew something you did not. "Precious girl, come to me" Odin called for you to approach him and you did, no fear in your steps. His eyes only seemed to shine more as he took your face in his hands, gently, his gaze meeting your brave one "your daughter, she is special" fora few moments he was silent and let your face go and you stepped back. Frigga smiled, kneeling down to your level "Thor, Loki I require your presence at once" A small frail boy walked in with his brother whom was the same height with stronger features. The blond spoke "yes, mother?" he seemed very polite while the other only scowled. The small girl spoke up, clearly disgusted with the amount of disrespect the boy showed "Be respectful of your mother" the boy said nothing as he eyed you skeptically. "Thor" she pointed to the blond "and Loki" she pointed to the black haired boy "they are my sons, they are my world as you will become ours as well one day" she smiled, you were not sure of what she meant but smiled because she was. She ushered you to go meet the boys and you did, your parents watching the whole scene "pleasure to meet your acquaintance" you curtsied quickly and then held your hand out "you have heard our names as of a moment ago but it is a pleasure!" Thor grinned, a grin you'd soon fall in love with.

Loki Laufeyson

       To say Loki was pleasant to meet for the first time would be far too generous, he was cold and harsh with his words but you couldn't blame him. You were assigned as his caretaker, being a strong woman you were one of the Asgard guards. You were told the story from Thor's point of view, only hearing rumours and mumbling from anyone else. You were glad to be his caretaker, you weren't sure why but that didn't matter much. The first time you saw Loki you knew there was something different about him, something that almost drew you in but working as his guard you had to be cold and distant despite wanting nothing more than to comfort his obvious suffering away. You spent an unimaginable amount of time just trying to get him to speak with you, that was an accomplishment itself. You watched, from your post, as he paced back and forth for what seemed like an hour before you finally asked "why do you pace?" he stared at the floor simply ignoring you "pain leaves only if one speaks of it" he scoffed, now glaring at you. "Why must you persist on talking to me, why not leave me be as the rest do? a caring word will not help this pain" he scowled, growing angry by each moment, you simply locked eyes with him. You gaze eased his pain, but it did not mend what was broken in him. . .this time.

Clint Barton

          Punching the bag in the gym eased your angry feeling, you had been stressed out from work and this always seemed to make things better. You spent most of your time here or reading in your home alone, it was calming with your busy schedule and all.  You had made a fast friend in Steve because of how often he came here as well, and this time was no different "need some help, miss?" he always was so kind and polite. You nodded "could you steady the bag?" he nodded and, after wrapping his hands, did as instructed. You were interested in his stories but never told him any of your own, simply because they were too fresh in your memory having happened only a few years ago. He would always tell you his were from the war and were old but still felt fresh and hurt him to this day. Steve and yourself were going about another training session as usual, nothing any different than any other day until the damn place nearly exploded with the both of you in it. Having been through these types of situation numerous times you, despite having a concussion, scrapes, and a broken collar bone took control of the situation without realizing you had. Both of you ended up outside of the smoldered building, you sitting on a curb catching your breath as the shock wore off and pain set in. Steve didn't seem hurt, more scrapes than anything realized your potential and after rushing you to a hospital to get checked over immediately went to talk to Fury. You were almost immediately signed onto the team, but no one had even bothered to ask what you specialized in as you stood with Fury. He was talking a mile a minute, almost too fast for you to comprehend mostly because you weren't really listening. After his. . .speech you nodded and he told you wonder around, well he put it more like "I have things to do, go find something else to do. I'll call for you if I need you." Shrugging him off you did just that, looked for something else to do. By this time you had met almost everyone, and as you wondered you found a large room with targets lines in various places and you smiled. This was your types of place, target practice, not that you needed it having been deemed an excellent marksman by your commander. You hadn't noticed that two others entered the room "what are you doing in here?" Natasha scolded you until you turned around "oh! you're the newest recruit" you introduced yourself to her "I'm Clint" he grinned and Natasha elbowed him. You smiled holding out your hand "pleasure to meet you, sir" his grin only seemed to widen and despite another elbow to the ribs he said "oh, no, pleasures all mine."

James "Bucky" Barnes

      You had promised Peggy you would go with her to meet these men from the military, she said they were very sweet and polite as a man should be. You shrugged it off but dressed nicely none-the-less, you still wanted to look good after all. You met up with Peggy at the museum, it was the only place in New York that was large enough to hold such a gathering. The two of you had met outside, "so where are these guys, Peg?" you asked placing a loose hair behind your ear "here they come!" she chirped pointing to your right. Looking towards them you noticed the size difference, one man was very scrawny with blond hair and the other was a tall strong looking man that was very well kept. You felt the heat rise to your face "see! I told you, you would like him" she grinned giving your a nudge in the side. They greeted you like gentlemen too, "good evening, Ladies" the taller one said taking your hand a kissing it softly "what's your friends name?" he asked Peggy and she told him "well, miss, I am James but you can call me Bucky" you nodded "let's get inside then!" you said linking an arm with him. You learned so much about him from this evening and by the time he offered to walk you home you were already falling fast for him, "you look lovely tonight" he said walking in step with you "thank you Bucky-" you both heard the commotion for a side alley and Bucky didn't hesitate to step in. In a few quick motions he had his friend back on his feet and the attacker on the ground, you were impressed "really, Steve? I can't leave you alone for five minutes" he checked his friend over and seeing as he only had a bloody nose he stepped back "I'm going to walk this lovely woman home, stay out of trouble this time" he waved to his friend before stepping back to you and apologizing. You smiled "no worries, it's nice to see a man stand up for his friends and besides," you leaned slightly against him before moving again "he looks like he could use some help, he's awfully scrawny but such a sweetie, though I must say you have enough charm for the both of you" he gave a heartfelt chuckle as you reached your door. You unlocked it and looked back towards him "I'll see you again, right?" he nodded "I'll be sure of it."

Sam Wilson

     You were sitting in a meeting room full of others who looked very aged, either from experience or from time but you could see it on their faces. You had come here in hopes that the flyer you had received would help ease the nightmares, the pain from the memories your mind couldn't let go of. You were distracted by the pamphlet in your hands and didn't notice anyone else enter or exit the room until you heard his voice. "Good Morning!" You glanced up and noticed him at the podium. The first thing that you noticed was how handsome his smile was and how easy it was for you to listen to what he had to say. You listened to his story, to others stories until it was time for you to share your own. With each memory you told the lighter you felt, like the pain and weight on your shoulders and in your heart lifted. He had offered you similar advise to the others but you felt incredibly flustered hearing him talk directly to you, it was strange and comforting at the same time. When the meeting was over and he said his goodbye you didn't want to leave, so you waited. You simply stayed put reading some text's you had received from a friend while you were busy. "Who would have guessed such a pretty lady would have seen so much evil?" You looked up and he was smiling down at you. "Oh, um, yeah." You mumbled feeling incredibly dumb and nervous but he still smiled. "I'm Sam, what about you?" You whispered your name shyly meeting his eyes again, they were a wonderfully dark and friendly brown. "It's nice to meet you, would you like to go for coffee?" You couldn't help but laugh though you agreed. "I would love that Sam."