''Wherever I go, trouble seems to follow...'' you sang to yourself while sitting on the bed with you laptop in your lap. ''I only plugged in to save rock'n'roll...''
''That'd be helpful since the music today is horrible.'' Tony appeared in the doorway and smiled at you. ''Jesus Christ!'' ''Not Jesus. Just me.'' ''You really scared me.'' you said putting your hand on your chest. ''Hmm. Sing me the rest.'' he said and laid down next you. You sighed and continued from where you stopped.
''I dare you to go up there and sing.'' Clint said and gave you a cocky grin. It was bad enough he dragged you to this bar and now he wants you, no he's daring you, to sing karaoke.
''Uh uh! No way!'' ''C'mon, Bluebird. What are you scared off?'' You slammed your hands on the table and walked over to the stage.
''Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?'' you sang as soon as the song started. ''Caught in the landslide, no escape from reality...''
After you aced the song, the whole bar was cheering and clapping. You made your way to the table where you and Clint were sitting. ''So how was that?'' you asked him in a sassy voice. ''Y/n... I fucking love you!'' he exclaimed and hugged you tightly.
You were standing in the kitchen early in the morning making pancakes and humming Carry On My Wayward Son by Kansas. ''On a stormy sea of moving emotion, tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean...'' you were now singing loudly and headbanging. ''I set a course for winds of fortune, but I hear the voices say...''
''I'm obsessed with Supernatural.'' Steve appeared behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. ''I'm not obsessed. I'm very passionate and dedicated to the show.'' you defended yourself. Steve chuckled and kissed your neck. ''Hungry?'' ''Duh!'' he sassed and grabbed a whole plate of pancakes.
You just got out of the shower and you were brushing your wet hair. ''It's cold outside and I'm not quite ready for the morning light...'' you started slowly singing to yourself. ''My hands are tied and I try to to leave this place I'll surely die... I'll surely die...''
Once you were finished you heard slow clapping. You turned around to see Nat leaning on the door frame smiling at you. ''Your voice could stop wars, my dear.'' ''If that magically happened you would be unemployed.'' ''Hmm... c'mon, let's go to bed.'' Nat said and took your hand dragging you to your room.
You two were laying in his bed and he was already fast asleep. You glanced at your phone to see that it was 3 a.m. You had no choice but to sing yourself to sleep again. It always calmed you and made you sleepy.
''Lately I've been, I've been losing sleep, dreaming about the things that we could be-'' you stopped immediately when you felt Bruce's arm wrap around you. ''Don't stop, kitten.'' he said and nuzzeled your neck. You sighed and continued. ''Lately I've been, I've been praying hard...''
''Somebody make me feel alive and shatter me!'' you sang on top of your lungs while cleaning your room. Thor was sitting on your bed smiling at you. ''C'mon, babe! Sing with me!'' you pointed your index finger towards him.
''If I break the glass I'll have to fly, there's no-one to catch me if I take a dive!'' Now you were both singing loudly because this was Thor's favourite part. ''I'm scared of change...''
''What a bunch of doorks!'' Clint suddenly appeared in your room and looked at you two like you had 3 heads. ''Out!'' you screamed at him and threw a pillow at his face. Once he was out you and Thor continued to sing on top of your lungs.
The song mentioned in the scenario about Natasha is I'll Surely Die by The Rubens. I heard it in a episode of Supernatural and I've been really dedicated and passionate (not obsessed) about it so I had to put it in.
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