Imagine If You Assembled the Avengers: Volume 1

I'm a Big Fan (Sam Wilson x reader)

"Hi, I'm Scott."

"Did he just say, 'hi, I'm Scott'?" you asked Sam over the comms, but he didn't reply.

You leaned back in your chair in the surveillance room at the brand-new Avengers facility, watching Sam talk to a man who was no bigger than the size of an ant only seconds ago.

"So who the hell are you?"

"I'm Ant-Man."

With a quiet snicker, your voice blended with Sam's in unison, "Ant-Man?"

You couldn't help but wonder who chose that name. Sure, the whole shrinking thing made sense, but 'Ant-Man'? It lacked that certain something; that sound of intimidation, the sound of something powerful. When you began to mentally list off all of the other names that you could think of that would sound so much better, you were pulled back to the moment by Sam's call.

"I've located the breach. Bringing him in."

"Sorry about this!" Scott replied, and with a push of a button, he was gone from your sight, and the show was about to begin.

"Sam, I'm not sure if you want to do this." The results of your search for Ant-Man lit up the screens around you, filled with classified information about Hank Pym and his Pym Particle. A formula that altered molecular structure to rapidly change the size of both organic and inorganic matter. It was frightening and fascinating at the same time. "Sam, I think you should stand down."

When you looked back at the surveillance camera, Sam was being pulled down by his neck and dragged across the grounds, leaving deep tracks in the grass. Scott kept shrinking and re-emerging, throwing Sam off his focus and maintaining the upper hand. There were times when it looked like he was fighting against nothing, and you couldn't help but chuckle under your breath.

"I can hear you, (Y/N)!" Sam growled, silencing you quickly. "He's in the building."

Flipping sensors on and turning your cameras to search the storage area, you studied the screen carefully but saw nothing. A man the size of an ant would be impossible to see with the naked eye over surveillance, but even the thermal scans came up with nothing. A loud bang and a holler from Sam nearly knocked you from your chair, and you had to rip the communicator from your ear at the sheer volume of it.

"You don't have to yell, Wilson!"

"He's inside my pack!"

"Well, this isn't going to end well," you mumbled to yourself, watching intently as Sam came to a stop and stood, shaking his head and ripping his goggles away. He looked around for a few seconds, hoping that no one but you had seen what had just taken place.

"It's really important to me that Cap never finds out about this."

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When Sam joined you at your station, he sat heavily in the chair next to you with a loud exhalation, rubbing his eyes and disbelieving what had just happened to him. You let him sit for a few minutes, trying not to interrupt him, but struggling with the grin that wouldn't leave your lips.

"So, what's your price, (Y/N)?"

"Baby, you can't afford me," you chuckled, leaning back and lifting your feet up on the desk. "And Steve's my best friend, I can't possibly keep something this good from him."

He groaned and bent forward, resting his head against the cool metal of the table. You weren't really going to tell Steve about this, and you were the only one who had seen it. The surveillance video wasn't going anywhere; you knew that Sam would want to see it so he could search for this new guy anyway. Despite all of this, Wilson was just fun to mess with.

"Price," he said again.

"Tell you what, how about you start making me a few offers, and we'll see what happens."

Sam sat back again, crossing his arms over his chest as he considered your words and began to think of ways to keep you quiet. You held his gaze as he looked at you, trying desperately to read your expression for some hint of what he could do to save his own reputation.

"I'll have Cap cancel your training for the next week."

"Ha! I could do that on my own! I've got that boy wrapped around this finger," you huffed, holding up your hand to his face.

"I'll teach you how to fly my pack."

You dropped your feet down from the table and turned to the far computer, typing rapidly into the Avengers data base, pulling up the schematics for his wings and pretending to read them. "Step one, tell Sam you can do it yourself..."

"Okay, I can see that I'm in the completely wrong territory here," he said quietly to himself, "hmm, how about...dinner tomorrow night?"

"With who?"

"Really, (Y/N)? Is that how we're gonna do this?"

"You chew with your mouth open," you snickered, "do better."

"And a movie?" His voice was becoming a bit desperate now, becoming genuinely worried that he would never find a way to keep this from Steve. "With flowers!"

You turned your chair back towards him and pushed it closer, "you're trying too hard, Sam." Reaching forward you grabbed the arm of his chair and turned it to face you, pushing yourself even closer. "I'm going to give you one more chance to get this right, or I can't promise anything." Giving your chair one more final push, you rested your hands just above his knees, gently gliding your fingers over the material and leaned in as close as you could. "And I can't possibly give you any clearer hints than this."

Sam smiled and leaned in to meet you, resting his hands over yours, "it's the uniform, right?"

"I swear, you men are more difficult than its worth sometimes," you huffed, but before you could back away, he took your face in his hands and pulled you tightly to him, pressing his lips to yours. As the kiss became more desperate and his tongue lightly grazed your lips, he grabbed your hips and brought you onto his lap. "Now you've got it," you whispered against his mouth, your fingers loosely clasped behind his neck to keep him close.

"Well, I don't think this is considered acceptable use of company time," Steve snorted from the doorway, shaking his head at the sight of you both. "I mean, I can double-check with Stark, but I feel pretty confident."

You separated quickly, pushing against Sam slightly to lean back to see Steve. "Sam got his ass kicked by Ant-Man!" It was out before you realized what you had said, panicking in the moment of being caught. You slapped your hand over your mouth in surprise, but immediately laughed at the look of betrayal on Sam's face.

"Okay," you groaned, "what's your price, Wilson?"