A/N: This is my first preference book ever but I'm addicted to them so here we go (also, some of them are long and some are short. Warning.)
Warning: innuendoes
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Tony
Where do you think you would meet him? You were at a party in SHIELD's facility, celebrating the success of saving the world from Ultron. There was a bar in the corner, and you ordered a shot, ready to have fun at this overcrowded party.
"Get me what she's having," a man said from beside you. He extended a hand, "I'm Tony."
"Y/N," you reply, taking the drink that the bartender had slid towards you.
"I bet I can drink more than you," he said quickly, downing the brown liquid.
"You're on," you say as Tony gestures to the bartender. "The drinks are on him."
You two each take another shot, making you feel thankful for your high tolerance. Tony spoke first, "And yes, drinks are on me. This is my party."
Without thinking, your mouth said, "Tony Stark."
"The one and only," he smirked, "Take another drink. We'll see how far I can go."
"How far you can go before what?"
"How far I can get you towards my bedroom, or maybe out to dinner."
You brushed it off as Tony's flirting, and took another drink, making your vision go fuzzy.
"Good luck with that," you say, preparing to down many more drinks to come.
Steve
You were being sent on a mission, one that would be easy. Go in, grab hostage, get out. That is, except for the fact that the hostage was gone by the time you reached them.
"He isn't here," you say into your earpiece, taking out a guy who tried to get the jump on you.
"He's Steve Rogers. I think he escaped. He won't leave until he has Buck-"
"I know who he is and what kind of person he can be, and we have Bucky unconscious and in the copter. He has to be looking, or tied up," you say, looking around to find any route of escape.
"Looking for your American hero?" A German accent rang from behind you. You turn quickly to see two men holding a beaten and bruised Steve Rogers with guns to each temple and his back. Four people surrounded him. You had never seen him in person, but you saved freaking out for later.
"What do you want?" You ask, pulling a compact smoke grenade from your sleeve.
"What we want is simple," they started. Before they could finish, you sent the bomb out and immediately followed up by taking out the men holding his arms by tasering their ankles. Steve took out the other two, then extended a hand, which you happily took.
"Steve Rogers."
"I know," you smile, "Y/N Y/L/N."
Bruce
You had known him for as long as you could remember, he was always your co-worker, classmate, friend. Your families were always intertwined, as were your lives. Where he went, you went and vice verse, so you never really got the chance to meet.
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