Ok hi guys! This is a super quick A/N, that video up there is called Your Eyes from a musical called RENT it's amazing and made me cry. I know a lot of you probably aren't theatre nerds or seriously into musicals but it's really a beautiful song with a lovely meaning and I ask that you listen to it. It's a song for whoever reads Wanda's preference so whoever is reading that I suggest you listen to it while reading her preference. Sorry for holding you up! Thanks for listening to the song if you do!
~Shadow
Hi ya!! Haha I hacked Shadow's account😹I'm kiddin we share one. Anyway....seriously listen to the song. It's a very beautiful song. Anyway, bye byeeeee
~~Gabbie
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Peter Quill:
You and your friends were in line for The Tower of Terror when you heard a voice call from behind you: "what do you mean he's too tall? The guy weighs nothing! That ride is big enough for him and we both know it!" You turned around to see a raccoon in an orangish-yellowish jumpsuit nose to nose with the employee in charge of the ride pointing to a tree, who looked quite offended. To the side of the employee was a brown haired man wearing a maroon jacket, one hand covering his face in defeat. Your eyebrows arched up in surprise "Peter?" You called. His hand fell and he turned in your direction. "(Y/N)!" He yelled, his face lighting up, walking toward you. "Man you would not believe how crappy today has been. Every ride we try going on somebody has an issue with Groot or Rocket."
"Yeah but we can be...persuasive." A voiced hollered, footsteps following. You looked behind Peter to see the rest of The Guardians coming toward you both. Rocket was the one who'd called you two out. And the one who was examining you now on Peter's shoulder. "And who are you?" He asked rather rudely, a scowl on his face. Peter knocked him to the ground as the line moved forward. "Ah can it you rodent. She's a friend." He snapped, shooting you an apologetic look. "Ah yes the girl you were making goo-goo eyes at in the lobby!" Peter's face turned red just as yours did. "Next riders!" The 'bellhop' called. As the line followed in the seats you ended up sitting next to (B/F/N) and Peter. You and the rest of your friends had decided to plan where you were going when until the ride started. All of you pointing and jabbing at the park map. Suddenly the ride started and one of your friends hastily put away the map. Once you got closer to the top, Peter grabbed your hand, sending a jolt through it. His face had gone crimson. "Scared of heights?" You asked turning to him, he wouldn't meet your gaze. "Nope," he mumbled "just falling." At that exact moment, you fell.
•time skip presented by The Alpacavengers•
Peter ran a hand through his hair. "Well that was...something," he breathed out. You nodded, turning to look at him "We should do something like that again." You said. He smiled "dinner at the Rainforest Cafe? Tonight? Seven?" He offered. You nodded, a smile spreading across both of your faces. "Well, until then Star lord." You mocked, following your friends, him going off toward the guardians. Your friends looked at you with wide eyes.
"What?"
"Did you just get a date with Star lord?" (B/F/N) asked in shock.
"I think I just had one," you replied.
Pietro:
Brring! brring! The phone rang. 'Just on time.' You thought, picking up the phone. "Dang Sonic, thought you'd forgotten," you said into the phone. You heard a slight chuckle "Oh shut it (Y/N), you know I would never forget," that oh-so familiar Sokovian voice replied. Your stomach flipped at his words 'you know I would never forget.' Between you and only you, you had developed a crush on the silver speedster. "Guess who started his Avenger training!" Pietro called over the phone in a sing-song voice, you couldn't withhold your smile, "Pietro that's great!" You said with genuine happiness. He had undergone so many tests and examinations over the past few months he hardly had gotten time to even run, much less train for anything. You heard a soft chuckle "I knew you'd be excited!" He declared, making you laugh, Pietro had that kind of humor that could make you laugh even when you least expected to. "Aaaaand......" He began, sound nervous.
"Oh there's an and now, how special," you replied sarcastically.
"Yeah yeah but this is serious (Y/N)," he said turning serious. You straighted yourself up in your chair and nodded, "Alright go on,"
"Would you maybe sorta like to.....meetmeintheparktolikehangoutandstuffwithoutmerunningintoyoulikelasttime?"
Somehow you deciphered all of that and your cheeks grew red "Are you asking me out?" You questioned. "Yeah I...I guess I am....so will you?"
"Are you kidding me that would be amazing! When?" You asked grabbing a paper and pen to write it down on. You heard a sigh of relief from the other line as he began to speak.
"How about right now?"
"What?"
"Open your door."
•time skip presented by my sheer denial of Pietro's death •
Pietro wasn't kidding when he said he ran fast. He was ready to go. By now you had dressed properly and were walking in the park with Pietro. "This is nice," you stated throwing the frisbee at your feet back at the kid who threw it. "I'm glad, you don't know how nervous I was," he remarked. You chuckled "you really had no reason to be."
"Yeah yeah but when the only person you hang out with is your sister for nearly almost all your life you tend to get a little more nervous around girls." You shoved him playfully, he staggered to the side "Oh you are not getting away with that!" He called as you began to run away, knowing you would never be able to outrun the silver speedster. What you didn't realize until the chase was over, was that he hadn't used his super speed a single time to catch up to you.
Wanda:
That woman you saw on the street that day must've seriously liked some of the run down clubs in the slums of New York or was a hipster or something like that. You had been playing for an hour or two and were now playing Your Eyes from the musical RENT on your guitar in the coffee shop close to your apartment. You were singing along to the music, putting emotion into every word. As soon as you were done, there was some faint applause while you were packing up.
"Lovely song," a familiar accent commented. You turned around to see the girl from the night two weeks prior. You closed your case and turned around, standing up to her eye level. "Uh hi, again, Wanda....?" You asked a little hesitantly. She nodded. "You are very skilled with that guitar," you gave a weak grin and blushed slightly, rubbing the back of your neck nervously. You weren't going to lie, she was beautiful. "Hey would you maybe wanna go get some coffee?" You blurted out, your cheeks glowing redder from realization of your words. "Uh, I mean, if you want. Really I don't know why or how I said that I-"
"I would love to,"
"No hard feelings. I mean-wait what?!"
She chuckled "I would love to. Here, I'll go get our drinks, what do you want?"
"Huh? Oh no no I-it's fine...h-here I'll go get them," you replied, a stuttering mess. What had you done to deserve this? After several awkward minutes of asking Wanda what she wanted and waiting for drinks, you actually got to know her and found out some interesting things. For one thing she has a brother who was dead but now isn't, so that's somehow possible. And she lives at Avengers Tower and Tony Stark us always getting into some kind of misadventure. You even let some things out you probably wouldn't have to good friends. Once the night was over she stood up. "This was nice," she commented. "Definitely," you replied. She handed you a slip of paper. "Why don't you call me sometime?" She offered, walking smoothly out of the, now barren, coffee shop, leaving you with your jaw nearly touching the floor. Did that actually happen?!
Natasha:
"Hi Natasha," you called, without even looking up from your work. "(Y/N)," Natasha replied, making you look up at her. A small smile playing on her lips. Ever since that first day where Natasha walked in on you, you two had become good friends and had gotten to know each other pretty well. "So d'you go back to Budapest or am I just so enjoyable you can't resist opening my door every time you walk past it?" You asked smugly. She laughed slightly and rolled her eyes, "You really are something aren't you (L/N)?"
"Something annoying? Yes."
She laughed again and shook her head. "Oh by the way, tonight. Seven o'clock. AMC. We're seeing The Boss. Wear something nice. I'll pick you up at six." You blinked.
Did an assassin just ask you out?!
•time skip presented by the mystery of Budapest•
You hated to admit it. You really did. But you were pretty nervous. You'd known Natasha for several months now, and had gotten to know her well, but that didn't mean your nerves were eased any less. You were wearing black jeans and a blue floral tank top with a light jacket and purse. You were pacing back and forth in you living room until you heard a-
VROOM!
...that. From the driveway and rushed outside to see Natasha on a motorcycle in your driveway in jeans and a blue and white stripped shirt. She took off her helmet and shook out her hair like she was in some action movie (aka her life). "Cmon (Y/N)! Don't tell me you're scared of a little motorcycle!" She taunted.
"I'm not scared of a motorcycle! I'm petrified of you making a sharp turn and us falling on our sides being skinned alive!" You called. She rolled her eyes. "Can't you trust me?" You hopped on, gripping her waist tightly. "Hmmm, given your background? Not particularly." And with that, Natasha and you went speeding down the road. Way over the speed limit.
•time skip presented by Nathaniel Barton's betrayal •
"....no....no...and when she....hit the little...girl," you said between laughs. The movie was hilarious, you and Natasha were trying to recall your favorite part without bursting out laughing.
You both failed.
Natasha pulled out her keys as you two reached the motorcycle. "Do we have to?" You complained like a child. She smiled "Ah cmon, I'll take it slow. I promise."
"That didn't sound sexual." You said sarcastically sitting behind her, gripping her waist again.
Loki:
"Mr. Stark sir, I have to warn you, this is a bad idea."
"And that my sweet (Y/N), is what makes it fun. Got the stopwatch?"
You sighed and nodded, head in hand, holding the stopwatch in your hand.
Tony was curious to know if Dr. Bruce Banner could turn into the Hulk faster on some days than others. While the idea was, as much as you hate to inflate Tony's ego, intriguing. His testing methods were the most dangerous ones you'd seen in awhile. It was day two of the study and after yesterday, you preferred not to participate anymore. As cliché as it was you couldn't help but think "I don't get paid enough for this."
And just as yesterday, Tony was standing over a sleeping Bruce Banner, megaphone in hand. He nodded and you started the timer. "BRUCE BRUCE WAKE UP I GOT A FUNNY JOKE I WANNA TELL YOU!" Within ten seconds you were running out of the room, behind a laughing Tony. "Gosh these heels!" You couldn't help but think. Except this time, Hulk was going after you, not Tony, when he grabbed your ankle, causing you to fall, you figured it out pretty quick. Tony unfortunately did not and continued running with his maniacal laughter trailing behind. You screamed as loud as you possibly could when you suddenly felt a hand on you wrist and a British sounding voice say "Close your eyes," you did so and found yourself out of Hulk's grasp. You couldn't hold back your curiosity. You opened your eyes to see yourself outside and in the arms of the god of mischief. "Wait what just happened?" You asked pushing out of his hands, dropping the stopwatch frozen on nine seconds, your head spinning painfully.
"Well miss (L/N)," Loki began "I had just escaped my brother's grasp and was interested in speaking with you again. As I was wandering the halls I noticed that buffoon Stark running by laughing like an idiot and heard your scream. After rescuing you I figured you needed a break so, we'll be staying in Vienna for the rest of the day." He finished, pulling a map out of some stranger's hands, giving them a sneer. "Wait are you serious?!" You asked. He smiled, "now let's get going love, I'd love to see this Museum of Military History,"
"Loki...." You warned, grabbing for his hand, a blush on both of your faces. He rolled his eyes.
"It isn't like I'm going to take it over!"
"Yet." You replied sarcastically, looking at the map with him.
Bucky:
You knocked on the apartment door. You hoped Black Widow's research was accurate. What if it wasn't? What if you were at some strangers door? Or if he was having an episode and triggered something? Oh god what if he wasn't even home!? The door clicked open and you looked to see brown hair in a man bun, blue eyes giving you a cold stare, and a metal arm gleaming in the sunlight coming through the window in his apartment. It was the right apartment building.
Darnit.
His gaze hardened (if that was even possible) and he slammed the door. Or tried to, you had put your foot in the way. It was amazing that door hadn't spontaneously shattered into pieces from his force. Your foot on the other hand? Good chance it was at least fractured. Before you had time to even wince you spoke up "Ok listen, I know you don't like me and to be quite honest I don't really know what my impression about you is," you started out "but I want to help you. I know what it's like to forget everything and have all these expectations on your shoulders. I know you want to go back to the good old days. Before Hydra, where you knew where you were going in life, when you still could casually talk to Steve. So please just give me today. I promise, I'll stop if today doesn't help. But just please, the rest of today. Not even twenty four hours." You begged. You didn't hear anything for a bit, you anxiously stood there until you say the door open, Bucky in a hoodie. "You've got the rest of today." He said "make it count."
You lit up at your victory. "I know exactly where we're going come on!" You cried dragging Bucky quickly out of the building.
•time skip presented by Tony graffiting Bucky's arm by making the red star Patrick Star•
Bucky couldn't believe it. Cony Island. You'd taken him to Cony Island. He had to admit, while it was still hazy it felt like the fog in his head was beginning to clear. He could faintly remember Steve yelling at some pervert while he withheld him from the fight. But that could've been anytime, so he'd heard. You both took turns winning games, it had even become an unofficial contest to see who could win the most. You both went on some of the newer rides (which terrified him) and ended the day on the ferris wheel, eating classics like cotton candy, funnel cake, elephant ears, and strange food deep fried and on sticks every few minutes. (Forgive me I've never been to Cony Island.) Eventually when you both were on the ferry back home, stuffed animals overflowing giant bags in your hands, Bucky turned to you. "How'd you get that good at carnival games? I've never seen anyone pop three balloons in a row." You shrugged "I grew up around here. My dad would take me every now and again since my uncle worked there. They both played the games as kids and taught me a few tricks, and now? I'm a pro!" He chuckled slightly. You gasped
"wait you remembered something!"
"Wha- no I didn't!"
"I've never seen anyone pop three balloons in a row?" You asked, a gleam in your eye. Bucky smiled, not just a smirk, a smile. "I did." He said so softly, so surprised, it was amazing you heard it. "I think...I think I'd like to do something like this again," he thought aloud, never tearing his gaze for your (E/C) eyes. "There's an old movie festival coming to Brooklyn," you offered. "Sounds perfect," he replied, the both of you stepping off the ferry with the rest of the crowd. "Until then, miss (Y/N)," he called, as you two went your sperate ways. Even when you went to your car, looking through the stuffed animals in your bag, you couldn't the image of his smile out of your head. It was the happiest, most genuine smile you'd seen in a while.
Tony:
You hadn't, and weren't going to, lose touch with Tony any time soon. You found that out the hard way when you'd ignored him the whole day and he'd sent JARVIS to drive you from place to place. A few of your friends had seen this as a chance to get some extra cash, but you just saw it as a nuisance 70% of the time. You didn't know how everyone saw Tony as some big shot playboy billionaire, he was like some dog scared of his owner leaving. And today was no different.
You heard your phone ring, looking at the contact picture you rolled your eyes and hit accept, droning the speech you have for a while: "Stark I'm perfectly fine. I am not dead in some ditch or lying in an alleyway writhing in pain. Can I please go about my day?" You asked pretty annoyed.
"Yes but you're coming to dinner with me tonight. Six o'clock."
"Doesn't that seem a bit early for dinner?"
"That's a perfect time for dinner! What time do you eat at? Midnight?!" He cried defensively. You laughed, as annoying as he was, life would be a bore without his antics. "Couldn't you have at least told me earlier? I mean it's five-thirty." You said checking the clock on the wall next to you.
"Then you better go change,"
"I'm in a dress!"
"Oh, well in that case continue, see you at six!" And with that he hung up.
Oh what had you gotten yourself into?
•time skip presented by JARVIS's attitude •
"Table for two. Stark?" You asked the waiter a bit hesitant. He nodded and lead you to a table where Tony was furiously coloring the kids menu, his adult one cast aside like a broken toy. He looked up when he saw you, his eyes lighting up. "Man do you just walk around your house in date outfits or are you better off than I thought?" He asked, you smiled as you sat down, picking up a menu. "No no I came back from a job interview when you called." You looked from the menu to see Tony balancing a red crayon on his upper lip.
"Oh that make sense," he replied letting the crayon drop. You looked over at what he was drawing. He wasn't drawing, it was the most complicated equation you had seen in your life. "Do I even want to know?" You asked pointing at the red scribbles. He glanced at them "Probably not." A waiter chose that exact moment to pop up. "Hi my name is Yvonne, may I take your order?" (If Yvonne is your name change it to something else.)
•another time skip because I'm trash•
You should've known Tony was going to drive you home. You shouldn't have been surprised when he drove by you as you walked until you got in a cab. But you didn't. And you were. So you were stuck in a car with a rambling billionaire wondering if you had gotten your mail and regretting your life choices. You had no idea how strange that sounded to anyone who hadn't been put in the circumstances with Stark you had. The car came to a sudden halt at your apartment building. "Mr. Stark. Miss (L/N). We have arrived at miss (L/N)'s apartment building." JARVIS informed. Tony nodded, taking a breath. "Well, that's my stop," you noted, walking out of the car. You kissed Tony on the cheek "this was fun. We should do it again." You said, walking away from his shocked face to your apartment.
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Woo! So that's that. I had fun writing Bucky's the most. And just to make everybody laugh, today in choir we were doing some choreography and my friend was next to me, and on a certain part in the song where we make a fist, she accidentally punched me in the face and I got a bloody nose. And that's how majority of the soprano section ended up in the girls bathroom (even though I'm an alto 😂). You have not felt true laughter until you see the face of a random person walking by when you yell "I'm fine! It's just some blood! I'll clean up the sink and be back soon! For the love of god I am fine!" I really never have anything else to say except comment, vote, give us suggestions, blah blah blah. Until next time.
~Shadow