Why Me? (An Avengers Wrong Number)

I Realize Imma Simp

It's war.

I'm being serious mate, Clint dumped a bucket of glitter on me.

Of course I was going to get him back. We're all on teams but it's constantly changing so I don't even know which side most people are on.

I get a call from Tony.

"Hey, can you come down the the training room?" he asks, once I pick up.

"Why?" I question.

"Just please," he replies.

"Fine," I groan.

I walk down to the training room to see a confused Steve.

"Did Tony ask you to meet him here to?" I ask.

"Yup," he replies.

"Wait," I realize. I check the doors. Yep, we're trapped. "Shit."

"Hm?" Steve wonders.

"He locked us in here. How durable are the walls?" I ask.

"Extremely," he replies

"FUCK YOU, TONY," I yell.

"Jeez I'm sorry. Just kiss and I'll let you out of here," he bargains.

"Why me and not the other gay grandpa?" I ask, honestly.

"Didn't think of it. Plus, I ship you two a bit more," he answers.

"Die in a hole," I retort.

"How bad you wanna leave?" he taunts.

"Wanna spar?" I ask Steve.

"Sure," he shrugs.

We go a couple easy rounds.

"Full out?" he asks.

"Full out," I agree.

We stand opposite each other, and I immediately go in for his head. I'm mindful of my feet which is lucky because he tries to trip me. I throw another punch which he catches and uses to throw me to the ground. I roll, sweep at his legs, sending him toppling, and get up. I back up for a few seconds and he stands back up.

We exchange rapid punches and kicks for minutes. I jump kick him in the chest and knock him over. He pulls me down with him.

We wrestle. Flipping over and over and over and over. Trying to get blows in and block out faces. I finally trap him on the ground. One knee on his chest, one on the side of his body. His hands are trapped underneath himself. I'm gripping the collar of his shirt with my other hand raised to punch him.

We're both breathing very heavily.

I decide fuck it and lean down to kiss him.

My lips meet his and luckily, he kisses back.

It was good. Warm and somehow patriotic.

I flop off him and hear the door click.

"Shower then murder Tony?" I ask.

"Yes, definitely," he says, smiling.

I run my hand over my lips. God imma simp.