Avengers Preferences

He Gets Jealous (All Boys)

//Hey guys! So I'm going to start writing preferences for Scott tomorrow! And I'm going to punch my co-author if she doesn't finish up Pietro xD enjoy :)

Tony:

He'll kiss you, even if it's in the middle of the street. PDA's make everybody feel awkward, and hopefully the guy will get the message.

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Tony decided to take you shopping for your birthday on 5th Avenue.

"Remember (Y/N), whatever you want, get it," he states, the two of you making your way to the Mac store. You know how much Tony hates makeup and altogether girly stores, so it's really sweet that he's taking you shopping.

The people there give you a makeover, feeling obliged to with Tony Stark hanging over them. Once it's all done, you turn to face him. "How does it look?" you ask, self-conscious of your appearance with all the makeup. To be perfectly honest, you never wear makeup but need some for fancy occasions. Your face feels exactly like it's Halloween

"You look absolutely beautiful. I mean, you always do though," he compliments. He'd probably be able to see the blush if it weren't for all the crap on your face. You grab an eyeshadow pallet and check out.

The two of you leave the store, now making your way towards the Nintendo Store, a place where you wouldn't mind hanging out in. As you walk, you hear a guy wolf-whistle towards you.

Tony grabs onto your waist, turning you to face him and halting your motion. He leans forward and kisses you on the lips, before continuing to walk.

"That should teach him. PDAs make everyone uncomfortable!" He cheers. As he talks, your eyes are drawn to his lips, which are bright red from your lipstick. You can't help but burst out into laughter.

"Nice lipstick, Snow White!" you yell before running off. He runs of and chases you through the streets of New York, no longer jealous at all.

Steve:

He tries to act normal, but fails. You end up feeling bad for him and confront the flirter to his face.

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The night is still young. Steve decided to take you out to a very nice restaurant. You both sit, looking through the menus.

The waiter walks over, taking out his pencil. "Hello, my name is Sean [SEAN THE SWAN!] and I'll be your waiter tonight. Could I get you something to drink?"

"We'll have the house wine please." Steve requests. Sean nods and is off.

"Not that that alcohol will even touch your system..." you mutter. He laughs and shrugs his shoulders. Poor Steve couldn't get drunk even if he wanted to.

Sean comes back and pours the wine in each of your glasses.

"Now could I take your order?" he asks.

"I'll have the Penne pasta, please," Steve requests.

"Can do! And for you, hot stuff?"

Steve shifts in his seat, obviously jealous, but too kind to say anything.

"I'd like two things, actually. 1. The Rosemary Chicken. 2. My boyfriend to kick your ass. I suggest that you get a life and our food, and quickly, please."

Sean puts his hands up in surrender and walks away to put our orders in. The food comes out surprisingly fast.

"You're cute when you get jealous," you compliment.