avengers preferences

5. what your powers are ?

(a/n i know i said i would post something inappropriate but, sadly, i haven't had time to think of loads of different smut ideas, and if i could it would probably be for only a couple of people. if there are some dirty people out there that read this book, please vote on who you want me to write smut on, the most popular by demand will be written about. they will have an entire chapter to themselves, so if a lot of people would want a wanda smut i would just put a whole new chapter up dedicated to wanda. gotta love me some elizabeth olsen!! anyway, i will get on with the preferences. in this chapter i will be going in depth about powers the reader (that's you) may have. in previous preferences i have mentioned the reader has powers. i might stick with it, if the backstory is good enough for a continuation. anyway, i'll shut up and get on with it. not set out in an imagine kind of way just me talking to you, i guess. i doubt i'll stick to that but just know i intended to! :) lets get on with it, me!)
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you can shapeshift! ain't that cool, the fact you can just alter your appearance and morph into anything with hardly any stress at all. admittedly it hurts a bit, stretching your face into different contortions and malformations. you can turn into whatever you want as well, you don't always use it for good though.

before tony officially confessed to you, he had a bit of a thing for natasha. but she was stone cold serious about not liking him in that way. so when you morphed into the famous black widow and entered his office in a short skirt and tight blouse, he thought he had hit the jackpot. he was even more damn excited when 'natasha' leaned over his desk to check his broken computer. after many, many minutes of him staring at nat's ass in the constricted pencil skirt, you had began to walk off towards the door.

he had caught you off guard when he shot up from his chair and grabbed ahold of your wrist. he pointed down to his tented crotch and said with a cheesy voice and a smirk evident on his lips, 'are you gonna sort this out?' good old tony, with no dignity.
'no, sorry mr stark.' and his face washed with fear as he realised that it wasn't natasha who had been blatantly flirting with him, that it was you. because only you and peter called tony, mr stark.

you thought now would be the right time to express your real self and you did just that. he was completely and utterly bewildered with the fact that you weren't just an ordinary human. he didn't expect you to have any cool powers that would possibly bring the limelight away from him.

he was surprised that you never told him you had the powers in the first place and he was infatuated with the fact on how you got them. you had casually been walking home from a previous waitressing job you needed to do, just so you could pay your landlord, and you got a call from your boss. it wasn't unusual for your boss to demand that you come back into work to fix a mistake you had allegedly made, so the call was no different to an average day.

you returned to your workplace, expecting to be greeted by a pestered boss but instead there was a group of angry gang members dressed all in black with massive alienist weapons that glowed blue.
'is that her?' the middle one spoke, probably the leader, with a gruff and angry voice. your boss had nodded with guilt and you had looked at him with betrayal in your eyes as one of the men pointed the gun directly at your chest.

the man pulled the trigger and an explosion of blue attacked you, swelling into a bubble of electricity and the smell of burning circuits surrounded you, you heard the same bang another time. it surprised you making you jump and on reflex throw your arms out to the side to protect yourself, which caused you to smack the bubble of electricity and collide with the ground.

the unprofessional assassins decided against checking to see if you were dead or not, automatically assuming the force of their weapon had killed you. but after awhile you stirred, feeling funny. you pushed yourself up and came to terms with what had happened, you had just been shot with an extraterrestrial gun and survived, unlike your boss.