Tsum Tsum
“No Tony don’t go in th-“
“What the hell?”
Tony stood in the doorway of [Y/N]’s bedroom, a look of mingled surprise and concern crossing his features as he stared at the many items she had for decoration. [Y/N] on the other hand had a sheepish smile on her face as she pushed past Tony to get into her room.
“I tried to warn you.” She commented, walking over to her desk and grabbing her jacket, “Ready to go?”
“You are not going to just skate over this!” Tony exclaimed at last and picked up one of the plush characters and examining it, “What are these things?”
“They are called tsum tsums.” [Y/N] answered, snatching the large Cheshire Cat plush he held and placing it back on her bed.
“What’s a tsum tsum?” Steve asked as he walked into her room and froze, “I see.”
“They’re not that weird you guys!” [Y/N] huffed, smacking Tony’s hand as he reached for her Thumper plush.
“I’ve definitely seen odder things around the tower.” Steve assured.
“What’s keeping everyone-….whoa now that’s a collection!” Clint said with a whistle, “Who would have thought our little [Y/N] had a secret obsession.”
“Seriously it’s really nothing compared to others.” She commented.
“There are people who have more of these things than you?” Tony shouted somewhere between horror and impressed.
“Well yeah.” [Y/N] answered with a shrug, “I only collect the small, medium, and large plush ones but they make little plastic ones and other merchandise as well. Though there is this pillow you can color that I really want!”
“Is it alright to be scared?” Bucky asked as he joined them and looked around the room then noticed [Y/N]’s reddened face, “It’s pretty cool though.”
“Oh, you guys didn’t know about this?” Nat asked as she too walked in followed by Bruce who had a fleeting look of shock before looking at each of the character plush.
“You knew about this?” Clint asked.
“Duh.” Nat answered with a roll of her eyes, “But I see you’ve acquired some additions [Y/N].”
“Mhm~” [Y/N] said with a proud smile, “I finally have-“
“It’s us!” Tony practically screamed, his tone now one of a fan instead of judgement.
Everyone crowded around one of the many bookshelves and stared at the plush forms of themselves. They all snatched up their own self plush and [Y/N] sighed, unable to find it in herself to yell at them for doing so.
“Ya know,” Tony began, turning the plush Iron Man over in his hands, “these things aren’t so bad.”
“I notice they don’t have Loki.” Clint laughed victoriously.
“They didn’t have you at first either.” [Y/N] shot back.
“Let’s go to dinner already.” Clint grumbled, throwing the Hawkeye plush back onto the shelf and leaving the room.