Marvel One-Shots and Imagines [Reader-Inserts]

Warning(s): None

Title: The Mission
Pairing: Avengers x Reader
Fandom: Avengers
Word Count: 1,255


    You had no idea how you were going to pull this off but you were determined. When you put your mind to something, you would always get or do whatever you wanted. Like the one time that you wanted to beat Clint in sparing. You practiced with Natasha and Steve and after a month of training, you beat him. This was a bit different than beating someone in sparing. 

    You walked down the hallway as quietly as you could. You would say that you were walking as quiet as a church mouse. You had your hands in your pockets and you moved them around every so often. The coat was Cap's so you would have to thank him later. 

    You were headed toward your room. That sounded like that would be an easy task but it wasn't. You had to walk through a living room, through a hallway, up the elevator, past the sparing room, through another hallway, and then you finally will have reached your room.

    You took in a deep breath before you began to start your journey to your room. Once you're in the living room, you see Steve sitting on the couch. He is looking at his phone and you guess that he is reading about something Tony suggested. You had tried to sneak past him without him realizing that you were there but you accidentally tripped on a pillow. You luckily righted yourself before you fell face first on the ground.

    "(Y/N)! Are you alright?" Steve asked, jumping up to grab you before he realized that you were alright.

    "Yeah! I'm fine Cap, just heading toward my room." You smiled and tried to get around him.

    "Can you wait a moment? I was told to look up the show Doctor Who. Could you tell me about it?" He asked.

    "Um, uh, sure." You felt something move in your pocket and knew that you were going to have to hurry. "Well, it's about this man who is called The Doctor. He travels space and time with his companion in this thing called a T.A.R.D.I.S. He fights aliens and tries to save as many people as he can. Really, the show is just filled wibbly wobbly, timely wimy stuff." Before you knew it, you were dashing out of the room, leaving a confused Steve behind you.

    After you were in the hallway, you glanced back at Steve just long enough to run into something hard in front of you. You went falling back but were caught by a pair of strong arms.

    "Lady (Y/N), I apologize. Are you alright?" 

    You look up to see Thor standing there, his arms wrapped around your body. You feel the heat rush to your cheeks as you try to get out of his grip and he willingly let's go once you stood.

    "Yeah, no worries. I'm fine." You start to turn around when a meow came from your pocket.

`"Lady (Y/N), what was that sound? Was that you?" Thor asked.

    "Uh- Yeah! I was-um-practicing my cat impression! Meow!" This thing is proving to be more trouble than it is worth.

"Oh, are we suppose to talk like the furry creature?"

"Yeah! Fury wants us to." Thor thought for a moment before uttering a faint meow.

    "Good job!" You shout back as you began to head toward the elevator. Once inside you sigh. 'Everyone is in my way today' You thought as the door opened.

    You began walking and hear a voice shout your name as you walk past the sparing room. You peek in and see Clint and Natasha inside.

    "(Y/N), wanna join?" Clint asked and jumped down from where he was on the rafters. Natasha glanced over at you.

    "You should. It would be better than sparing with Clint."

    "Hey!"

    "Well I would but I don't feel so good. Sorry, but you two have fun sparing." You wave goodbye to the two of them as you walk out of the room and head toward your room. 

    'Almost there!' you think and smile as you feel a tuft of fur brush up against your hand. "Don't worry, we're almost there." You say out loud. 

    "Who are you talking to?" You squeal and turn to find a smirking Tony staring at you. 

    "Geez Tony, don't do that! You scared the living hell out of me!"

    Tony just laughed and walked over toward you, "Where are you going in such a hurry?"

    "I-I'm not feeling so great...I was going to go and rest in my room." You feigned illness and he seemed to buy it. 

    "Alright, I'll send Bruce up later. Go and lay down." You were about to tell him that you didn't need to see Bruce but Tony was already gone. You sighed and walked into your room. You would deal with Bruce later.

    Once inside you grab the squirming object that was trying to get out of your jacket. It was a little kitten. It had almost all cream colored fur except around its paws were it was white.  Its round eyes were a greenish-yellow color. It meowed when you picked it up and pawed at your face. 

    You giggled and pet him behind the ears. You had found this little guy in a box at the park. On the box, there was a sign that read 'Kittens for Sale.' You felt bad and looked in the box. Only two kittens remained. One of them was the boy that you had taken. The other was a pure, white, female cat.

    The female cat meowed up at you and in a flash, a little girl had picked her up and ran away with it in her arms. You turned and looked at the smaller cat. You picked him up and he protested with loud meows.

    "Oh, I know it must be hard being the runt." You decided right then and there that you would take him home.

    A knock on your door brought you out of your thought and you began to freak out. 'What to do?!' You screamed in your head. You decided on getting under the covers with the kitten under them as well. Your door opened and Bruce walked in. He walked over to your bed. 

    "Hey, Bruce." You smiled weakly. 

    "Tony informed me that you were not feeling well. Do you have a fever?" He rested his hand on your forehead. 

    "I-I just don't feel good. My stomach hurts." You tried to act like you were sick but Bruce always seemed to be able to read through your lies. 

    "(Y/N), is something bothering you?" He asked.

    "No, I-" At that moment a meow could be heard. It sounded like it was the loudest sound in the world. Louder than Thor yelling at Clint when he stole his pop tarts. 

    "(Y/N?)"

    You were going to try and lie your way out of it but everything just poured out of your mouth. You flipped the covers up to reveal the kitten that was laying down on your stomach. 

    "I found him today and I wanted to keep him. I was afraid that you guys wouldn't let me keep him." You whimpered quietly as you continued,"I'm sorry." 

    Bruce put a comforting hand on your shoulder, "It's alright. Next time you should ask though. Come on, let's go ask Tony if you can keep this little guy."

    You smiled and took the kitten in your arms before walking out of your room.

    "So, is this why Thor is meowing?"