Avengers Preferences

Your 2nd Meeting

Tony Stark

You managed to ace that job interview and you are now the CEO of Laudromat Inc. One day you were doing stocktake when someone bursts into the room.

"Excuse me, but your not allowe- Mr Stark?" You say dumfounded. Tony Stark was in the stocktake room, breathing heavily and looking extremely develished. You notice the screaming going on behind the door and you put the pieces together. You go up to the code box and type it in, locking the door. Tony gives you an appreciative look.

"Dear god, they're maniacs" He complains. "Hey, Have I seen you before?" Trying to move away from him slowly, you reply

"No, Nope, I don't think so!" You giggle nervously.

"Yes!, You were that girl who fell into my arms! Literally. I see you got the job" He gives me his 'Tony Stark' smirk and I blush.

"Uh- yeah...I did" You reply, placing the clipboard down and awkwardly fixing up your ugly apron. Tony frowns a little bit.

"You don't really like it here, do you?" He asks quizzingly. You stop but then shake your head saying no.

"I just need the money. My mum is in hospital and I have a 13 year old sister that needs feeding and taking care of" You sigh. Although your 30, you had moved next door to your parents house. You don't mind being close to them, it helps them out a lot when they need physical stuff done to the house.

"Why don't you call me sometime?" A hand snatches my phone off the desk and he types in some stuff. He gives me a wink before running out of the room and into the room full of screaming girls.

Steve Rogers

You hold the phone number in your hand nervously.

"It's just a call, get over it!" You scold yourself for being so babyish. You hesitate for one more moment before you sigh, giving in. You type in the number and run your hand through your messy hair. It rings for a couple of seconds when you hear a voice coming in from the other end.

"Hello?" You hear the very sexy voice say.

"Uh, hey... It's- um. Its (Y/N) from the restaurant..."

"Oh! (Y/N). How are you?" He asks me.

"I'm fine. Absolutely fine... Um, I was wondering... Maybe - only if you wanted to- maybe you wanted to come by the restaurant and grab a coffee before work?" I ask him sheepishly.

"Sure, I'll meet you there in 10?"

"Great" and I hang up the phone...

Oh god, I'm going on a date with a blonde super soldier sent down from heaven...