Marvel|| Avengers x M!Reader- First Impressions

Avengers x Male!Reader- First Impressions



"Hey, guys! Welcome [M/N], our newest member!" Tony said enthusiastically, gaining the attention of fellow Avengers. Tony had an arm around a male's shoulders, and he looked uncomfortable with the contact. Steve smiled, getting up from his place on the couch to shake his hand. "Hi, [M/N]. I'm Steve. Pleasure to have you joining us. What can you do?" [M/N] shrugged, shaking Steve's hand. "Just basically anything with fire. Manipulation, mostly. And, yes, I do produce fire from my finger tip." [M/N] asked Clint's unspoken question.

[M/N] detached himself from Tony, and walked around greeting the Avengers. Natasha wearily shook his hand, Bruce gave him a fist bump, and Thor brought [M/N] in for a bone crushing hug. "WELCOME BROTHER [M/N]." He boomed. [M/N]'s face slowly turned red, and he patted Thor's arm. "Thor, let the poor guy go. His face is turning purple." Steve came to the male's rescue, and Thor apologized and let him go. He took in a deep breath and rubbed his chest, looking up at Thor with a small smile. "S'okay big guy. Strong grip you got there. You work out?" Thor looked confused and [M/N] grinned before moving on to greet Wanda and Clint.

"Okay, now that you're all situated, I'm going to show [M/N] his floor so he can get situated." Tony said as he walked towards the elevator, the new recruit following close behind. "There's more Avengers." Tony said as the elevator doors closed. "I know. Ant-Man, the Falcon, Vision. Does War Machine count?" Tony smiled. "Depends on the times when we need him or not." Silence took over then, and the elevator dinged before the doors opened again, supposedly on [M/N]'s floor. "Okay, so basically you can do anything you want with your room. Paint it, hang up posters. Whatever you want. You can bring your things over whenever you want." Tony explained, opening [M/N]'s room door.

The male's breath halted as he glimpsed the room. It was huge. Ten times bigger than his tiny apartment. It had a king sized bed in the right corner, a desk tucked into the left. A floor to ceiling window with [f/c] curtains was straight ahead from the door, and at this height, [M/N] could see almost half of New York. "Wow." He stepped in, looking around. There was a door a little ways to the right of the bed, and he pointed at it before turning to Tony. "Bathroom?" The genius nodded. The newest addition of the super heroes let out a soft "oh" before walking in further, opening the closet door to see it was a walk in.

"I'll let you get used to this, and you can come back downstairs whenever you want. Dinner is at, like, eight because Captain Liberty cooks late." "Captain Liberty?" Tony shrugged. "Steve. The all American boy next door." [M/N] chuckled. "Right, okay." Tony left, closing the door behind him. [M/N] took this chance to mull over what had happened to him in the past three weeks.

-Flashback-

Everything was normal. [M/N] was eating dinner alone, like he usually does, when his front door was kicked in. He sat there, stunned and unable to move as they grabbed his arms, dragged him out of his house. The gears in his head started turning, processing what was happening. And he began kicking and yelling, even biting one of the people's hands. They hissed and pulled a syringe from their pocket, jabbing the needle in his neck and injecting a strange, clear fluid. [M/N] passed out and they were able to carry him to their awaiting van, the hydra symbol painted on the side of the passenger door.

-Timeskip-

When [M/N] came to, it was in a white room on a gurney. The cold steel made him shiver, and the room was as hot as a furnace. He went to sit up, but a strap across his bare chest held him to the table.He moved to take it off, but straps held his hand firmly to his sides, and he looked to his legs to see that they, too, were strapped to the gurney. He began struggling, fear and adrenaline pushing him to move. Move. Move. MOVE! He paused, panting hard as the room got hotter. He was frustrated, he wasn't doing anything except getting leather burn. He twisted and turned, desperately trying to escape the confining straps. His anger fueled his already drained body and the heat in the room went over one hundred when his hands were engulfed in flames, and the leather melted away.

Elated, and very terrified, he ripped the strap off his chest and then sat up to take the strap off his legs. He jumped off the gurney, the sudden movement jerking it back so it slammed into the wall, and he ran out the room and into the hallway. He knocked out anyone that came across his path, and scrambled for the door with the bright "EXIT" sign. Pushing open the doors, he heard the alarms that signaled his break out and smiled, running as fast as he could to any place besides there. Turns out, he accidentally set fire to the building and everyone inside was killed. (A/N: What? I know it's sudden but for some reason, the bluntness makes me laugh.....don't judge me!)

-Present Time-

A knock on his door snapped him out of his memories, and he looked at the door before calling out "Who is it?" "It's Wanda. I was told to come get you for dinner." He got up from his bed and opened his room's door, looking down at the Sokovian (Is that how you spell it? Sorry...) beauty. "Alright." She blushed, looking down at her feet before moving to the stairs. He exited the room, closing his door behind him before following Wanda down the stairs and into the kitchen's dining room.