Fun

Third Person's POV:

As she laid down on the bed, she felt Aylo get out of her body, and she felt suddenly tired and her body ached. Well, taking that nap now will sure do her some good.

"Were you serious about taking that job, (Y/n)?" Aylo asked.

"Can you keep yourself out of my mind for a minute, please, so I can think peacefully?" She sighed.

"My apologies." Aylo said, then it went calm.

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(Y/n) had the chance to take that nap after all. And it made her a new person. She finally felt normally energetic and refreshed, without any help of Aylo or anyone else.

She was now in the kitchen with Thor and Wanda, preparing dinner. After eating that pizza Calvin made, she still felt hungry. Of course she'll be, she spent over twenty-four hours without any food. And that is unacceptable.

While Wanda was cutting tomatoes, Thor watched (Y/n) put the spaghetti in the boiling water. He wanted to learn midgardian food because he found it really simple but delicious.

"Psst!! Pssssst!!" They heard.

They turned searching for the source of whispering but found no one in the kitchen with them.

"Up here!" The voice called again.

When they looked up, they saw Clint's head peaking from the vents. His eyes, wide open, searching wildly around the room.

"Clint? What are you doing still in the vents?" (Y/n) asked, still steering the spaghetti.

"I'm hungry!!" Clint pouted.

"Then come down, we're almost finished with dinner." Wanda annouced.

"I can't!!!!" Clint whisper-yelled.

"Why not, Barton?" Thor asked.

"Because Tasha is still lurking in the tower, searching for ME!!!!" He whisper-yelled again.

"Oh come on, Clint. She's gone. I think she forgot about you a long time ago." (Y/n) giggled.

"No! I know her!!! She's there. She's just waiting. Waiting for her chance to pounce." Clint whimpered.

"Okay, if you say so." Wanda and (Y/n) giggled, while Thor still watched the magical spaghetti cook.

"I'm hungry though." Clint exclaimed.

"Okay, Clint. I'll sneak you a plate." (Y/n) declared.

"You're the best!!!" He gave her a thumbs-up then vanished to his nest.

After a few moments, Bucky and Natasha emerged to the kitchen smiling.

"Hi, guys! We're making spaghetti. Want some?" Wanda asked.

"Sure." Natasha kept smiling.

"What got you both so happy?" (Y/n) looked at them through narrowed eyes.

"Barton thinks we don't know where he is. But we're just letting him rest for now." Bucky chuckled.

"WHAT??!!!" a yell was heard from the vents, then some shuffling, next was complete silence.

After a moment, a part from the vents opened and Clint calmly hopped off. Natasha looked at him, waiting for him to say something.

"I'm not saying sorry if that's what you're waiting for." Clint declared.

"Oh really?" Nat crossed her arms.

"Yes, really." He glared at her.

"Okay, guys. Chill." (Y/n) said, her back facing them, but she could feel the tension. "Why don't we settle this over some spaghetti?" She finished, revealing the delicious dish.

"Deal, I'm starving." Clint cheered.

"Good. FRIDAY, call everyone and tell them that dinner is served. And please quote me." (Y/n) grinned.

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Everyone was digging in their plates of delicious spaghetti. They all sat on the dining table that Tony bought recently, so that they can have meals like a family.

"(Russian)Can you pass me the sauce?" Natasha asked Bucky in russian, while glaring intensly at Clint.

"(Russian)Sure, but why are you glaring at Arrow Head like that? And why are we speaking in russian?" He replied, while giving the sauce she requested.

"(Russian)I'm pretending that I'm talking shit about him." Nat responded, still giving Clint dirty looks.

"(Russian)Oh, fantastic. I'm gonna stare at Sam and do the same." Bucky declared and started to glare at Sam who was sitting next to Clint, opposite from him and Nat.

Everybody was now aware of the russian couple glaring at the bird boys. And they were listening carefully to what Bucky and Nat were saying. But they didn't understand anything because of the foreign language.

"Hey, the fuck is going on over there?" Sam nudged Clint.

"I don't know, but I don't like it." Clint replied.

"(Russian)This is the most fun I've had since 1944!" Bucky exclaimed, still maintaining the bitchy face.

Natasha just started laughing with Bucky following her lead. They high-fived then returned to their meals.

The others were so uncomfortable. They didn't know what was going on. Except (Y/n). She knew from the beginning, thanks to her skill of mind reading. She did nothing but smile at how cute they were.

"Don't worry, guys. They're not planning to kill you if that's what you're afraid of." (Y/n) leaned and whispered to Clint and Sam.

"Well, that's insuring." Sam said sarcastically.

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Tony was now alone with (Y/n), he was cleaning the kitchen while she washed the dishes.

It was still bothering him that she didn't give him a clear answer on the 'becoming an agent' thing. And honestly, he was starting to get scared that she would accept it.

"Babe," he said, wrapping his arms around her waist, "please tell me you're not going." He pleaded.

"To Alaska? Of course not." She joked.

"You know what I'm talking about, (Y/n)." Tony put his head on her shoulder.

"I'm not sure yet, Tony." She sighed.

"What's to be sure of? It's dangerous and risky out there. It's a definite 'No!' if you ask me." He argued.

"But I'm not asking you. That's the point. I wanna think about it. Fury isn't rushing it, so why would I?" She shrugged.

Tony groaned while nuzzeling his face between her shoulder and her neck. "I don't wanna lose you!" He declared.

"You won't, Tony." She giggled.

"Does that mean you're refusing his offer?" Tony's head shot up, hope evident on his face.

"Didn't say that!!" (Y/n) chirped.

Tony's head found his previous place again and settled there. While (Y/n) continued washing the dishes.

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"(Y/n), can I come in, please?" Came Calvin's voice from the doorway of the bedroom.

Tony was in the shower while she laid on the bed, her favorite book in her hands. She was just readying herself to go to sleep when Calvin decided to interrupt her failed try.

"Yes, Calvin. Do you need something?" The sister asked.

"Um, I just wanna be sure of something." He admitted.

"Shoot." She replied.

"Are you still angry with me?" He pouted.

"No, silly. I would never be angry at you more than five minutes." She giggled.

"Thanks, sis!" He grinned then turned to head for the door, but he stopped. "You know, I just wanted you to be the hero that I always think you actually are." He smiled at her.

"I know." She smiled back.

Then he was out. As she finally got to get another try, Tony appeared from the bathroom. Half naked. He had nothing but a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. His hair still dripping wet, the arc reactor glowing in the dim lighting.

"Did you decide yet?" He asked, drying his hair with a smaller towel.

"To do what?" (Y/n) said, still staring at his body.

"To stop staring at my body like a horny teenager!" He smirked.

Once she realised what he said, she blushed, "well then, put something on if you don't like me staring at you."

"Who said I don't like it?" He teased again.

"Oh, please stop. I'm gonna turn into a tomato." She laid face down on the pillow.

He chuckled, picked some clothes and got into the bathroom again. Two minutes later, he reappeared and got under the sheets of the bed.

"Honey, are you sleeping?" He murmured.

"No." Came her answer, although muffled.

"Then would you like to share your thoughts with the rest of the class?" Tony joked.

(Y/n) giggled at his silliness, she turned so that she was facing him. She looked at him and her smile began to fade.

"Did you know what my dream was when I was a little girl?" She asked.

"No, but please do tell." He looked eager to know a bit of her past.

She giggled a little then said, "I wanted to change the world."

"That sounds cute. I was waiting for something like to be an astronaut or a dentist." He laughed.

"No, that was (F/n)'s dream. She was the realistic one." She chuckled and continued, "I, on the other hand, was obssessed with fixing everything and everyone."

"And that's one of the many things I love about you." Tony pecked her nose and she giggled.

"But do you know who encouraged me to do that?" She continued, now a sad tone taking over.

Tony stayed silent, still keeping eye contact, silently motivating her to go on.

"My parents. They really loved adventures and telling imaginary stories. About people fixing eachother. I remember this one story, I liked so much as a kid, my mom used to tell me it every night." She smiled.

"What was it about?" He asked brushing her hair out of her face.

-Kiana🙊

Hiii, guys. Sorry, there wasn't much in this chapter, but it's 1.5k words long. And normally I only write like 1k words. But hey, you just got a half chapter for free.

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-kiana