Avengers Preferences and Imagines

7 Minutes in Heaven: Part One (Avengers)

A/N: I decided to try my hand at this. Not sure why, just one of those things I thought that I just had to try out. 

It was just another Saturday night and I was lounging on my bed, scrolling absentmindedly through my phone. I was so preoccupied with what I was doing that I hardly even noticed Natasha knocking on the door. After a few minutes of knocking, Natasha got fed up with politeness and decided to just enter the room. "Earth to (y/n)?" Natasha said, standing in front of me tapping her foot. "Hmm?" I said, looking up at her, oblivious to whatever she had been saying. "We're having a game night. According to Tony attendance is required." She informed me. With a sigh, I got up from the bed and went to follow Natasha into the living room where the team was gathered. When we made it into the living room, Tony was quick to hand each of us a drink. I thanked him and took a seat on one of the unoccupied couches.  

Once everyone had gotten a drink and was sitting down, Tony announced what game the team would be playing tonight with a mischievous smile on his face. "Tonight's game is...." he said, pausing for dramatic effect, "7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN!" Tony yelled enthusiastically. There was some groaning and protesting,  and some cheers at the announcement of the game. I knew right away that the team was in for a very interesting night. It was no secret that there some romantic tension between some of the members of the team, and tonight was sure to be interesting because of it. "Ok, Stark, what rules are we playing by tonight?" you asked, knowing Tony was always changing the rules of games to "make it more fun" as he claimed. For once, Tony decided to be simple about things and just wrote down everyone's name on a slip of paper, putting them all in a bowl. "When it's your turn, you just pull a name. You get 7 minutes in the closet to do whatever you want with. Not a second more, not a second less." he said, finalizing the rules. 

Tony 

I was not surprised when Tony insisted on going first. It was so much like him. Everyone seemed to be holding their breath, anxious to see who's name Tony was going to pull. For a split second; Tony's cocky facade seemed to falter before he quickly regained his composure. "I got (y/n)," Tony said in his usual tone, but I could have sworn he seemed nervous. Getting up from my spot on the couch and followed Tony into the closet, where he shut the door behind the two of us. I couldn't help but laugh to myself as you listened to Tony's heavy breathing. 'What are you laughing at?" He snapped and I couldn't help but giggle. "The notorious playboy is nervous," I whispered slyly in his ear. He sighed. "I'm not nervous (y/n) I'm-" he stopped, throwing his hands up in the air. In all the time I had known him, I had never seen Tony at a loss for words before, and it became clear to me that something was bothering him. "Hey, you can tell me," I said softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. He ran his hands through his hair in frustration as I stared at him. "I'm in love with you, (y/nickname). he said, stepping forwards and cupping your face in his hands. 

I was only moderately shocked by his confession; Natasha had told me ages ago that he had feelings for me but I had been biding my time, waiting for him to tell me on his own. But the truth was that I had a thing for Tony too. "Kiss me" I whispered to Tony, as I took a step towards him. "W-what?" Tony asked, stumbling over his words for the first time ever since I had known him. "Shut up and kiss me Stark," I said, taking one more step towards him, except this time he listened. He crashed his lips to mine passionately, kissing me hungrily like he had wanted to for so long now. I tangled my fingers in his hair, and his hands found their way around my waist. I had no idea how much time had passed, but when I finally pulled away from Tony, we were both breathing heavily and smiling widely. "I'm in love with you too Tony," I said with a smile. When the closet door opened again, Tony was spinning me around and laughing with glee. Leaving everyone to wonder what the playboy and I had been up to in there. 

Steve

When it was Steves turn to draw a name from the bowl on the table, he was visibly nervous. But none the less, he wanted to be a team player and participate in the game, so he reached in and pulled a name. "I uh- I got (y/n)" He said bashfully, rubbing the back of his neck as his cheeks flushed pink. "Come with me Captain," I said, taking his hand and dragging him down the hall towards the small closet. Between all of the stuff in the closet, and Steve being as big a guy as he was, there wasn't much room for the two of us in there. The lack of space left us standing pressed against each other, face to face in the darkness of the closet. "Why do people play this game (y/n)?" he asked me and I laughed. "Because it's fun and adventurous, and sometimes, something really good comes out of it Cap," I said to him gently, I could see him nodding along with my works in the dark. "And we can really do anything in here?" he whispered, his hand brushing up against mine,