Avengers Imagines (Part One)

Sam Wilson X Parker!Reader - We don't have to take our clothes off.

A/N- This imagine has been inspired by the song 'We Don't Have To Take Our Clothes Off' by Ella Eyre. It's a very good song. I hope you all enjoy it.

Peter had been begging you to go with him to one of Tony Stark's parties for months. From the very first time he was invited the nagging had become unyielding. Tony had insisted, upon meeting you, that Peter would have to bring his pretty older sister with him if he ever wanted to attend a Stark Soirée. And so Peter had set about persuading you to attend with him. 

"It'll be fun," he had insisted one afternoon, following you around your little two bedroom flat as you cleaned. "Come on, it's halloween, what else are you going to do?"

You turned and frowned at your little brother, watching as he gave you an awkward smile. "I expect i'll be spending it on the sofa, with a bottle of red and some shitty horror films. As always."

"Please, Y/N," he paused for a moment, "you don't even have to stay long, just for long enough that Mr. Stark see's you. You could be back on the sofa by 10pm."

You let out a loud sigh, shaking your head. "I don't know how you do it, but you make it so impossible to say no to you, sometimes."

Peter grinned at you, pulling his phone out of his pocket. "It's because I'm so adorable," he uttered softly, causing a small chuckle to escape you as you shoved him towards the sofa.

"You wish, kid."

And so, you had ended up in your car, pulling up to the main entrance of the Avenger's Facility dressed as Morticia Addams (AKA the most simple costume you could find). Peter was sitting in the passenger seat, practically vibrating with excitement, and dressed in an, admittedly very well thought out, Inspector Gadget costume. 

As you pulled to a stop you turned in your seat to stare at your little brother. "Remember, an hour, two hours tops. If you aren't here when the Uber gets here then I'm leaving without you."

"Understood." You smiled as you both climbed out of the car, allowing your black dress to fall and drag behind you.  

You followed Peter inside, glancing around in awe at just how many people Stark had invited to his latest party. It was insane, and anywhere you looked there were real life superheroes. You patted Peter's shoulder slightly, smiling when he turned to you with a grin. "I'm going to find myself a drink. Have fun." 

Peter nodded and headed further into the crowd, ready to brag to Stark about his ability to convince you into coming with him. 

As you reached the bar, you sighed, leaning forward onto the cool wooden surface and smiling at the bar tender. "Can I get a large glass of whatever red wine you're serving, please?"

The man nodded and went about working on your drink, as another sidled up beside you. "This ones on me," he called out to the bartender, sending you a kind smile.

"I was under the impression the drinks were free," you uttered, and he let out a short bark of laughter. 

"It is, I'm just messing with you." 

You nodded slightly as the drink was placed in front of you. "Thanks," you called after the man behind the bar as he disappeared to serve another beckoning patron. 

"So, you here with Spidey-boy?"

You chuckled as you turned to face him. "You could say that," you answered softly, reaching out a hand to shake his. "Y/N."

"Sam." He paused for a moment. "I'm liking the goth get-up."

"The goth get up is a Morticia Addams costume," you told him, watching as he nodded, as though he had any clue what you were referencing. There was an awkward lull in the conversation as you took a sip of your drink.