Avengers Preferences

How you Met

Steve Rogers

"(Y/N/N), we have an emergency, Captain Rogers has been injured on a mission," said your best friend Clint called into his earpiece, "We're flying him over."

"How's he holding up?" you asked, grabbing the supplies that I would need and placed everything on a metal tray.

"Not well, he's lost a lot of blood," said Clint urgently, anguish in his voice.

"Alright, I'm ready whenever you get here, where's the wound?" you asked.

"Upper abdomen, we'll be here in about five minutes," said Clint.

A few moments later, two agents arrived carrying a stretcher.

Captain Rogers lay on it. Someone had wrapped a makeshift bandage around his midsection, but blood had soaked through and was pooling onto the stretcher.

His blonde hair was messy and was matted with blood. Soot covered his handsome face.

You snapped out of your trance, "He's lost a lot of blood, have you gotten the bullet out yet?" you asked.

Clint shook his head, tears streaked his grimy face, "Not yet, Nat decided we should let a trained medical professional do it."

"Thank you, that made everything much easier," you said, "Thankfully I happen to be a trained medical professional."

Clint let a smile briefly cross his face before he frowned again.

"Hey, everything's going to be alright, I promise," you said, placing a hand on his shoulder, "I'm going to need to concentrate so you can wait outside, I'll let you in when I'm finished."

Clint left the room and you grabbed an IV tube and inserted the needle into his arm. You also found a heart monitor.

You grabbed a scalpel and some forceps and set to work. After a long, stressful half hour, you were done.

You wrapped some sterilized bandages around the stitched up wound.

You opened the door and let Clint back inside.

"Is he alright?" he asked, a worried expression on his face.

"He'll live, thankfully. He's on anesthesia right now and he'll wake up in a couple of hours," you said.

For the rest of the day, you sat by Captain Rogers' side, waiting for him to wake up.

"What? Where am I?" said the Captain, suddenly sitting up.

He cried out in pain and held his stomach.

"Calm down," you said gently, calmly pushing him back down, "You'll break your stitches. Your at SHIELD's medical wing. You got shot and Agents Barton and Romanoff brought you here."

"Oh, now I remember," he said, " I need to go back out there, I have a mission."

"It's over, the other agents completed it while you were here," you said, "Now you need some rest."

"I'm fine," he said, "I have to go back out there, people need me."

"Other agents can handle it," you said, "You took a pretty bad bullet and you need to rest, if you go back to the field now, your stitches will break and you'll be back here again."

"What if I want to come back," he said, a smile on his face.

"Why? There nothing exciting here," you said.

"There's you," he said.

You blushed. No one had ever said something like that to you. Especially someone like Captain America.

"Well, um, thanks, I guess," you said, you were quite flustered.

"What's your name anyway?" asked Captain Rogers.

"(Y/N)(L/N)," you said.

"Well, it's nice to make your acquaintance Miss (L/N)," said the captain.

"Nice to meet you too Captain Rogers, sir," you said.

"Please," he said, "Call me Steve."

Peter Parker

It was the fifth week of school and your family moved into an apartment in Queens. You attended Midtown Tech.

As you came to school a month after school started and therefore, you needed a guide to show you around the school.

"You must be (Y/N)(L/N),"said the guidance counselor. I nodded, "I'm Ms Wright, and I'm Midtown Tech's guidance counselor. Unfortunately Peter, your guide had an appointment and will not be here until later this morning, so I will show you to your first class."

"Alright ma'am," you said nervously.

So my guide was a boy. Great, you thought.

Your first class was Algebra. The teacher, Mr Harrington introduced you to the entire class, which was very embarrassing.

Halfway through the period, a boy entered the classroom.

"Ah, Peter, there you are," said Mr Harrington, "(Y/N), this is Peter Parker, your guide."

He gave a small wave. You returned it with a smile. He was very cute, and looked a lot nicer than that Flash Thompson, who sat in front of you.

Peter sat down at the desk next to you. He reached out a hand. You shook it.

"I'm Peter, by the way," he said shyly.

"I know, Mr Harrington just said that," I said.

He smiled, "Well, um, it's nice to meet you," he said, turning red.

"It's nice to meet you too," I replied.