Sweats over Stilettos: Avengers x Fem!Reader
S.S: HEres another one for you guys! Been sitting on this one for a while. Hoep you like it!
Warnings: homework (its a warning dont even question it!), nothing else!
Word Count: 1,420
Y/n- your name L/n- last name Y/n/n- your nickname
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Y/n L/n was never one to care about her appearance much. Obviously she was well-groomed but she was one of those women that choose comfort over beauty. Some may have considered her lazy or unprofessional considering how she dressed on the daily.
Obviously being a part of the Avengers there were moments where she needed to look professional and fit the part, which she did, in a non-traditional way. She would wear a fitted pant-suit and a clean pair of boots. If there was no need for formal wear she would walk around the compound in comfy cargo sweatpants and a loose shirt. Even during missions, her suit simply consisted of protective cargo pants and an indestructible top that she and Tony had created in the lab.
But given the opportunity, Y/n would never pass up the chance to surprise her friends with a side they’ve never seen.
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I sat at my desk, scanning rows of mathematical equations meant for the physics homework in my textbook. A strand of my hair, that managed to escape the messy bun atop my head, hung in front of my glasses. As I tucked the strand behind my ear a knock on my door brought me from my concentration.
“Come in,”
“Hey! Whatcha up too?” The kind voice of Bucky asked.
“Homework. I’m almost done. Why what’s up?” I finally peaked my eyes from the numbers on my paper looking at the brunette standing in my door. “Hey! I like the haircut!” I commented, finally taking in the short hair that stuck up with gel.
“Oh, thanks. Nat figures that I should look less like a nomad for the dinner tonight.” He says running his hand through the short hair.
My eyes widened behind my glasses and I groaned.
“What did I say?” The brunette asked, his steely blue eyes widening with worry.
“We have that dinner with the president and the Senate tonight. I had completely forgotten.” My response was muffled in my hands as they covered my face displacing my glasses.
“How in the world could you forget dinner with POTUS?” Tony questioned, as he just so happened to pass by, Clint not too far behind him.
“Jeez. We know you don't like dressing up but forgetting dinner. With the Prez?” Clint added. I rolled my eyes.
“Do you see how much I’ve got on my plate right now. Sorry that dinner isn’t exactly my top priority.” I gesture to the textbooks and papers scattered on my desk.
“Hey, have you seen-- oh there you are Buck! I have a question for you about ties quickly.” Steve pushed his way through the doorway of my room.
“Are we just going to gather in my room?” I question, slightly annoyed by the males that were pouring into my room. “What time are we leaving?”
“Well dinner is set for 7:30 but we should leave by like 7.” Tony informed me. I looked at the time on my phone realizing I only had about 2 hours to get ready.
“Well then I should get ready. So all y’all out.” I say guiding the entourage out of my room.
“What do you have to do? Change your sweats or something?” Clint jokes.
“HAHAHA. Just because I don't dress up all the time like Nat or Wanda doesn’t mean I don't know how to clean up. Which you should do, you’re looking kinda scruffy.” I sneer, sarcastically. I see the look of betrayal on his face as Tony lets out a chuckle before I close my door.
The depths of my closet hid the few dresses that I actually owned, even a few skirts, and my small collection of heels that I loved to strut around in but never wore outside my room.
I ran my hands over the few hangers that held dresses, pulling each out just slightly to see what they looked like. I pulled out a simple black dress, the protective cover still hanging over the material protecting it from dust, deciding that it was the perfect dress. I skimmed over my heels finding my red sole stilettos and placing the two on my bed.
I took a quick shower, managing to shave without cutting my legs in the process. I took the time to moisturize the areas of skin that would be showing and changed into my underwear.
Music was blasting through my speaker in my bathroom as I pulled out my hairdryer and began doing my hair, drying it, and curling it into loose curls, pinning them up to help set the curls. I did a quick makeup look, another thing I barely bothered with, a natural eye, and a dark lip stain. I took a look in the mirror as I rocked out to the music, the state of my curls pinned making it look a little odd at the moment.
I removed my dress from the plastic slipping it over my hips, the thin straps crossing at the middle of my back as the material dipped to expose my bareback. I adjusted the deep v-neckline, covering just a little more cleavage than it was. The darts that rested at my waist cinched the bodice to my torso, fitting my small curves. The a- line skirt was pleated at the waist, giving the skirt some volume.
I took two silver chains from my jewelry box. One sat on my collarbone, the second just a few inches down with a single chain dangling from the center with a single diamond on the end. The matching set of earrings dangled from my lobes and a single diamond stud set accessorized my second piercing.
I placed a simple silver ring that my father had gifted me onto my middle finger. A knock and wiggle of my doorknob distracted me from taking down my hair from the pins as I examined my appearance in the full-length mirror.
“Hold on!” I yelled as I struggled to put on my stilettos.
“It’s Steve. We’re getting ready to leave soon. You ready?”
“Ya I’ll meet you in the common room I have to grab a bag.” I searched through the small box of purses and bags in my closet pulling out a simple black clutch that had a dainty silver chain strap.
“Alright be quick.” His Captain’s voice came through the door.
I quickly slipped my phone, my badge, and lip stain in the clutch. I rushed out of my room closing the door behind me. I made my way into the common room, were laughing and the conversation was echoing through the halls.
Suddenly the noise ceased, oddly as soon as I entered the room. I secured my clutch looking at the group in front of me. Each had a look of surprise or shock written across their face, all except Nat and Wanda.
“What? Is there something on my dress?” I ask, twirling around so they could get the whole outfit.
“Wow,” Bucky breathed, eyeing my dress.
“Ya, what he said.” Clint agreed, Sam and Rhodes nodding along.
“Who knew! Y/n L/n can clean up!” Tony exclaimed.
“You look lovely, Y/n/n.” Steve complimented, like the gentleman he was. Nat scoffed.
“Lovely? That is an understatement. You look damn hot.” she said with a laugh and an eager nod from Wanda.
“Don’t get used to it,” I replied with a smile, smoothing out my dress unconsciously pulling it down just a bit to fit better.
“Aw come on! You look so good!” Tony complained.
“Ya. I know I do. But I don't need to look good to get my job done. Besides, if I wore this every day, I’d have more of an attitude than I do in my comfy clothes, and that’s something nobody needs to see.” I chuckle as I walk past the group towards the door of the compound.
When I didn’t hear any footsteps following me I turned to see them watching me.
“Well? What’s the hold-up? Let's go.” I instructed, my voice stern and commanding and Immediately everyone followed.
“Ya. I think you should go change into your sweats and sweatshirt again. You weren’t as crabby earlier.” Clint commented as we walked to the car.
“Just because I’m wearing stilettos and a dress doesn’t mean that I won’t kick your ass, Barton,” I told him, eliciting a few snickers from the team as we piled into the limo.
“Alright let’s get this over with so I can get back into my comfy clothes.” I sighed as we took off to the White House.
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