*Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker*
Natasha: So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know.
Everyone:
Y/n: ...I did. I broke it.
Natasha: No. No you didn't. Wanda?
Wanda: Don't look at me. Look at Tony.
Tony: What?! I didn't break it.
Wanda: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?
Tony: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.
Wanda: Suspicious.
Tony: No, it's not!
Yelena : If it matters, probably not, but Bucky was the last one to use it.
Bucky : Liar! I don't even drink that crap!
Yelena : Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
Bucky : I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Yelena !
Y/n: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Natasha.
Natasha: No! Who broke it!?
Everyone:
Yelena : Natasha... Wanda's been awfully quiet.
Wanda: rEALLY?!
*Everyone starts arguing*
Natasha, being interviewed: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it.
Natasha: I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.
Natasha:
Natasha: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.
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Twick or Tweet
Warnings: none (I think), let me know if I missed any :)
Pairings: Avengers x child reader
*not my gif*
Summary: You do some early trick or treating around the tower
A/N: Halloween Event 🎃
Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work
The sound of giggles was slightly muffled through the door, and Steve had to try and suppress his grin so that he could act surprised.
A small knock echoed off the walls of his room and he waited a second before opening it and looking around in confusion.
His gaze landed down at you and he furrowed his brows, “Y/n? What are you doing here?”
You giggled, orange and black witch costume swaying slightly as you shook before looking up past the brim of your pointed hat and to the blue eyed man, “Twick or tweet!” You exclaimed excitedly.
“Oh, well I can’t deny candy to the cutest looking witch I’ve ever seen.” He teased, reaching over to the table where he definitely hadn’t placed two pieces of chocolate candy for this very purpose, “Here you go.”
The candy was dropped into your little pumpkin-shaped bin and you squealed, “Tank you, Unca Steve!” Another toothy grin was flashed at the man before you waddled away and over to the next door down the hall.
Nat stood up at the sound of your tiny fist hitting the door and she smiled softly, “Hey there, to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?” She asked, squatting down to your level and playfully flicking the top of your hat.
You giggled, face scrunching up as you looked at the woman, “Twick or tweet!” You repeated, eagerly holding your bin out in front of you.
“Hmm,” The redhead pretended to think as she slowly stood up, “Let me see what I have here.”
She reached behind the door and pulled out a large bag of chips that she had snagged from Tony’s snack cabinet earlier.
“Yay! Yay!” You cheered, jumping up and down in excitement.
When she bent down to your level again, you were quick to place a sloppy kiss on her cheek, “Tanks aun’ Naddy!”
“Anytime, little one.”
The next door over, Thor was bouncing on the balls of his feet, practically jumping out of his skin in both anticipation and excitement.
Your fist had barely even tapped the door by the time it flew open and you were met with the sight of a very enthusiastic looking God.
“Lady Witch!” He exclaimed loudly, probably shaking the tower a little bit, “I have brought you some candy for your Halloween!”
He rushed back into the room and returned only a second later with a big bowl filled to the brim with candy, dumping the entire contents into your bin.
He wasn’t the only one who was thrilled anymore.
Loud laughs of joy escaped you as you looked down at your loot, “Tank you, tank you!” You chanted, rushing off to yet another doorway.
Clint opened the door about a minute after you knocked, and in that time you rocked back and forth on your heels, huffing impatiently.
When it finally did swing open, he was leaning against the frame, looking down at you cooly, “Sup, kid?” He appeared to be the only one who hadn’t gotten the memo.
“Twick or tweet!” You demanded cutely, holding up your almost full bin in front of your face.
He raised his eyebrows, “Halloween?” Then he took a quick glance around his room, “Alright kid, you just stay there.”
When he returned, he was holding a packet of Oreos, which he tossed in your tub, “Here, kid, knock yourself out.”
You narrowed your eyes at him for a moment before giving a firm nod and turning on your heel to walk away.
He blinked after you for a moment before shrugging and closing his door once more.
The next person to see you was Bruce, who nervously eyed your candy load, “Are you sure you should be having that much junk food, n/n? You could get really sick if you eat all of that.”
“Twick or tweet.” You ignored him.
And he ignored you in return, “I really don’t think I should be giving you anymore-“
“Candy!” You yelled, silencing him.
His eyes widened and he quickly rushed away, only to come back a second later and throw a bag of popcorn into your pile.
You smiled sweetly, “Tank you, unca Buce.”
The door to Tony’s room opened before you even reached it, and he quickly pulled you into it before stealthily closing it.
“You got the candy?” He asked once he was finished.
You giggled, dumping all of it onto his table in the center of the room.
A large grin broke out onto his face and he picked you up and spun you around, “Well done, my little witchy pumpkin!”
Another laugh escaped you, “Tank you, daddy!”
“We’re gonna have so much fun eating all this candy.” He promised placing you down and making his way over to the couch, already unwrapping a chocolate bar, “Just make sure not to tell your mother.”
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tony, loudly clearing his throat and shaking out a VERY long sheet of paper: my dearest rhodes
rhodey, glancing up: yes?
tony, assuming a strong stance like he’s about to serenade him: my dearest platypus, words cannot express my adoration for you, nor my dedication to your side. nay, but I shall attempt anyways. your hair is silky like a really nice pillow, your eyes as deep as a river. your nose was drawn by the gods, and your mouth was painted with a rose.
rhodey, turning to tony’s literal girlfriend, eyes wide: you aren’t going to stop him???
pepper, tony’s aforementioned literal girlfriend, turning the page in her book: if I stop him now, he’ll just start over
tony, getting louder: YOUR HANDS-
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