Marvel and DC Imagines

Sea of Faces (Sam Wilson x Goddess!Reader)

This isn't that good tbh but I liked the idea of it and I don't have the heart to delete a 1652 worded story.

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Sam always liked the girls that untouchable, the kind that was just for admiring and never for touching. There was just something about their aura of perfection that drew him closer.

With her h/c hair braided into a crown, her eyes that changed color and the dress made of the stars. She was truly the person that wasn't to be touched.

"The mortal world is beautiful and simple." She said as she walked down the SHIELD headquarters. Her eyes were a misty blue was she glanced around at her surroundings in wonder. Her friends or partners were doing the same.

When they reached the deck, she stood at the very edge. Steve and Natasha were mumbling about something behind him, maybe their next mission but Sam wasn't listening. Instead, he walked towards the goddess.

"Do you guys not have this in your kingdom of the stars?" He asked, kind of joking.

"No, it's always night over in the kingdom of the stars." She said. "Me and my friends only ever experience few daylight days."

She tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear. Sam tried not to stare but it was hard when her lavender dress with hues of dark blue and sprinkles of silver stars always changes. Her dress shifted along with the wind as her eyes changed from the baby blue to a pale pink.

"Son of Wil, will you show me to my quarters?" She asked.

Sam snapped out of his trance and smiled at her. "Of course." He mockingly bowed, a smile tugged at his lips when she smiled too.

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"So she'll be gone once the situation has been taken care of?" Sam asked the crew circled around the table.

"Yes." Nat confirmed.

"Pardon, do you have a bigger size?" Said a voice, quietly.

They all turned their heads at the door. Sam felt his breath snuffed out of him. Y/N wore a loose blouse that was the same material as her dress, styled grecian with silver clasp on the top of the straps with a pair of black SHIELD leggings. The standard combat boots was on her feet and her hair was out of its braid crown and into a long braid down her back.

"The shirt was too small." She said, holding out the tiny white shirt.

"I think the top you have now will do." Fury said, snapping everyone back to reality.

Y/N nodded and didn't have any complaints. She took a seat next to Sam as the meeting continued. But all he could think about was how she made standard uniform look so regal.

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Y/N brushed a piece of hair out of her face from across the jet. Sam was trying not to stare but he soon realized it was very hard not too. It was only when he heard a laugh that he snapped his eyes towards the source.

Steve sat down next to him. "Go talk to her." His baby blue eyes trailed to Y/N who was staring out the tiny window.

"I don't want to disturb her." Sam said.

"Bullshit." Natasha murmured. She was sharpening her knives.

Steve and Nat both looked at Sam, expectedly.