STEVE: You were running late. For the first time since you took the job, you were running late. You work for Tony, technically, as a personal assistant, though now you would be working for all of the avengers. Today was the day you would meet them.

The door banged as you rushed through into Tony's office. Running straight into the tall, blonde, muscular man walking out.

"I'm so sorry, sir!" You rambled, taking a step back, blushing and looking at the ground while straightening your attire.

"It was my fault ma'am." You looked up at the man and immediately got lost in his baby blue eyes. You couldn't let him take the blame.

"No, I wasn't looking where I was going, I'm sorry. My name's (Y/N), by the way, I'm Tony and the rest of the avengers' personal assistant." You stretched out your hand, expecting a handshake, and was shocked when he bought his face to it, leaving a gentle kiss on your knuckles.

"I'm Steve, though people know me as Captain America." He smiled, making you blush even deeper. At that point, however, Tony decided to come see what was happening, and you were reminded you were still in his doorway.

"Ah, (Y/N), I see you've met Steve."
Steve blushed slightly, which you found adorable, before mentally slapping yourself.

"I'll be going now. Bye Tony. I hope I'll see you around some more, (Y/N)." Steve said as he walked down the corridor, away from Tony's office.

TONY: You were at one of his parties, after being forcibly dragged into a tight fitting short but still decent (f/c) dress, matching heels, and hauled into the party by your sister, Pepper Potts.
You sighed, and took another sip of your (f/d). You hadn't wanted to come to this party, but Pepper was insisting you get out more, find a social life.

A short tap at your shoulder bought you out of your thoughts, and you turned as a handsome man with short dark hair and a winning smirk, sat himself down at the stool next to yours. Tony Stark.

"Well hello there, I don't believe we've met." He leaned forward flirtily. "I'm Tony Stark..."

"Hi, and I'm not your next one-night-stand, (Y/N)." You smirked at his raised eyebrow, Pepper was behind this you suspected.

"And who said it would only be one night?" He remarked, as if trying to out-do your own.

"The various numbers written on the bottom of your shirt sleeve, from those... Bimbos... Over there." You stated the 'bimbos' bit in disgust, and nodded your head towards a group of long-legged girls with skimpy revealing dresses that looked like they could have been belts. You stood and walked over to Pepper, before leaving Stark Tower. Tony was still sat at the bar, wondering what it was about your sarcasm that had him intrigued.

CLINT: You're an agent at SHIELD and are one of their top field agents. You are an amazing shot with whatever guns you were given, and now Fury had let you start training with bows and arrows. Finally. You had been doing archery since you were a kid, and couldn't wait to start.

You entered the room, and looked down the range. You looked over to the side and saw a handsome muscled man with short dirty blonde hair, standing next to the bows, with a quiver already on his back. He seemed faintly familiar, but you couldn't remember his name. Unsuprising, as you had been undercover at a small farm in Wales, UK.

"Hello, I'm Clint. Fury said you're a good shot with a bullet, let's see what you make of these. First though, what's your name?"

"Agent (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N)." You responded. Your brain busy with the thought you were training with /the/ Clint Barton.

A few minutes later, and you both were aiming. Clint had decided he wanted to see what skills you could 'transfer' before starting actual training. You hid a smirk as he counted down.

"3... 2... 1... Fire!"

Clint shot first, hitting the bullseye, and turned his head to watch you. You narrowed your eyes and shot, savouring the feeling again. You were so busy getting lost in recollections, you forgot to see where you'd hit.

Clint's face was one of pure surprise. You looked, and found you had hit the dead centre of the bullseye. You smirked and said "easy." Knowing it would annoy him.

After a few hours, you had confessed to doing archery when a child, and had continued it up until you became a SHIELD agent. Needless to say Clint was highly impressed, and a second training session was soon planned.

BRUCE: It was your first day working as Tony and Bruce's science assistant. You had heard of them both, obviously, but had never seen Bruce other than when he was a giant green rage monster.
You opened the door to the lab, and was immediately greeted by Tony.

"Hey there, you looking for me, sugar?" He winked at you, but you shot him down.

"Actually I'm the new assistant, and and you've slept with 2 of my sisters, don't think you can make it all of us."

The other man in the room turned around smirking. He immediately struck you as being totally adorable with short curly dark hair and thin wired glasses.

"Looks like the great Tony is speechless!" He remarked before shaking your hand. "I'm Bruce."

"(Y/N)"

THOR: Fury had assigned you to make sure the thunder God 'felt at home' when staying in New York. You were looking through the cupboards in the apartment's small kitchen, when loud footsteps entered and booming voice came from behind you.

"Who are you, mortal, to be sneaking around in my house?! I am a God!" You turned to see Thor with mjolnir ready in a fighting stance.

"Thor, calm down. I am agent (Y/L/N) and have been assigned by Fury to look after you." You watched as Thor put mjolnir down. "You can call me (Y/N)."

In a second, Thor had wrapped you in a bear hug and was nearly squashing you. "Are there any poptarts?" You heard him ask loudly.

"First, could you let me go? Kinda finding it hard to breathe.... Second, yes, just let me get them ready for you." You chuckled, as he immediately let you down and stepped back, as he watched you toast the poptarts.

LOKI: You smoothed out your black and dark green, long dress, and looked at yourself in the mirror. You had to admit, you looked good. The dress exaggerated your curves and fit perfectly, your strappy black heels matched though you could barely see them from the dress. Your styled (y/c) hair enhanced your (y/c) eyes, you hadn't seen the point in wearing any make-up. You couldn't see it anyway really.

A knock at your bedroom door caused you to curse under your breath, and quickly grab your black, jewelled mask before leaving.

"Wow, you look amazing (Y/N)!" Jane Foster, your best friend, squeeled. She was dressed in a bright red dress with matching mask, and looked equally as good.

"Are we ready to leave now my lady?" Thor asked you. You nodded and he quickly whisked the three of you to the entrance to the ballroom in Asguard.

You were having a great time, and were sat having a drink of (f/d), catching your breath, when suddenly a tall man in an embellished dark green and black suit of armour sat down opposite you. You looked up, before blushing and turning your head down again. He already looked hot, and he was wearing a mask.

"May I have this dance?" He asked, standing and holding his hand out for you to take. You agreed, and followed him to the dance floor where they began playing a slow song.

After a beautiful dance, he lead you out onto the balcony.

"May I know your name, fair maiden?"

"(Y/N), Jane Fosters friend." You obliged, removing your mask. He gasped as he saw your face, as he wondered how a mortal could be so beautiful.

"I am Loki, God of Mischief." He replied, removing his own mask. This time it was your turn to gasp, as his handsome features caught the light.

Unfortunately, you heard Jane calling for you so you could leave.

"I have to go, my apologies. But thank you for the dance." You said turning to walk back into the hall.

"It was my pleasure, you look stunning. Until we meet again." Loki replied, giving a wink, before Thor took you home.

BUCKY: You work in the local library and have always been a history nerd. One day, it was extremely quiet, and you only had the books for company. A light tap on the dark wooden desk startled you. You hadn't heard anyone come in. You looked up and saw a man dressed all in black with a hoodie zipped all the way up and the hood covering half of his face. You were considering looking round for any other hooded men, just in case, when you saw his eyes. They're piercing blue showed pain and sadness, and not the predatory trouble you were half-expecting.

"Can I help you, sir?" You asked politely, closing (y/f/b).

"C-could you show m-me the history s-section, please?" His voice was quiet but attractively gruff, but his stutters caused you to think of the pain you had seen in his eyes.

"No problem." You stood and lead him to the section. High shelves leaving a horseshoe shape, with two large armchairs at the other end. You turned back to him, still smiling. It was rare anyone asked for history books, and the man intrigued you. You weren't met with the mostly hidden face you were expecting, however. The man had taken his hoodie off, revealing a well-muscled chest only hidden by the black long-sleeved shirt he was wearing. His face had dark stubble, and he had shoulder-length straggled dark hair, but you found him extremely handsome. To stop the blush making its way onto your cheeks, you turned and took your time showing the man which shelves were for which time period. He stopped you at the last one - World War 2 and post-ww2.

"Thank you, ma'am." His phrasing caught you, you only knew one other person who spoke like that - your friend Steve Rogers. You brushed it off, thinking the man was just polite.

"My pleasure...." You trailed off, hoping for his name.

" I'm James." He smiled at you, taking your breath away.

"I-i'm (Y/N). Just let me know if there's any books you want to take out." James smiled again, and you turned away to continue with your book. The name half ringing a bell. You brushed it off, and wondered what Steve's reaction would be when you told him... He probably won't approve, you thought. You had missed the gloves he was wearing.

PIETRO: It was just a lazy day at the Avenger's Tower, as the rest of the team were either at base training *cough - clintasha - cough* or on a mission. You had just flopped down on the large couch and flicked Netlix on.

"Time for a (f/s) marathon." You grinned to yourself. You quickly built up the cushions and blankets around you, and had dragged the coffee-table over so you could reach the popcorn and soda. You had just pressed play on the first episode for today, when a dash of silvery light blue caught you by surprise. You hadn't got to be an Avenger for nothing, as with in a couple of seconds you were out of your nest, and facing the door to the kitchen in a fighting stance, TV on pause.

"Come out, come out, where ever you are" You muttered.

You were about to call again, when the door opened revealing an extremely handsome well-muscled man, with shaggy blonde hair which had a few dark streaks in it. Your breath caught, and you looked down, immediately regretting the baggy sweatpants and grey strap top you were wearing.

Fighting to remain professional, you turned again to the man. He held a slight smirk as he looked you up and down.

"Who the hell are you?" You asked him aggressively. Not just anyone could manage to break into the tower, let alone get past the new JARVIS.

He bought his eyes back to you, and the light, piercing blue caught you.

"I'm-" He began. When the door behind you burst open and Tony and Steve walked through laughing. They stopped when they saw you ready to strike the man stood opposite.

"Ah, (Y/N), I belive you've just met one of the new members of the team. Pietro Maximoff. His twin Wanda is with Natasha at the moment." Tony spoke quickly, trying to calm you. You turned back to glare at Pietro.

"Let's start over. I'm (Y/N)." You announced, relaxing your stance.

"I'm Pietro, also known as Quicksilver." Pietro replied, smirking. Your breath hitched at his accent. Dammit Fury, you had to recruit a stunningly hot guy with an amazing accent didn't you, you thought to yourself.

"Right, thats over. Everyone, go away." You turned back round and threw yourself onto the couch, cuddling back up to your blankets and grabbing a large handful of popcorn. No one had moved. You turned your head, putting the remote down once more.

"Look, I have a marathon to watch. And (f/s) doesn't wait! So... PISS OFF!" You shouted the last bit, and a flash of silver was followed by Tony and Steve, who quickly shut the door behind themselves.

"Finally." You mutter, pressing play. Pietro's face kept wandering into your head though.