Marvel Imagines

     "The Notebook or The Conjuring?"

     Natasha holds up two CDs, both of which have no pictures on the front, because Tony had insisted that they made Steve biased.

     "The Notebook and The Conjuring?" Steve repeats, walking into the dark movie room with a bowl of buttered popcorn in his arms. He sets it down on the coffee table, where you immediately reach for a handful, savoring the rich, warm flavor. "Sounds like a horror movie."

     You groan, popping another handful into your mouth. "Trust me, they both are."

     "Hey!" Natasha protests, smacking your arm lightly with the CD cover. "What do you have against 'The Notebook'?"

     You retaliate by kicking at her ankles, which she dodges effortlessly. "Just the fact that it's a cliché love story?"

     "Cliché love story?" Steve interrupts, looking alarmed. "Let's not watch that."

     "I don't know, Cap." Natasha teases, eyeing him from the corner of her sight. "Might give you some pointers on how to woo a girl, since you seem to be so bad at it."

     "Ooh, she got you there, Cap." Clint laughs, joining you on the floor beside the popcorn.

     "What can I say?" Steve laughs, holding both palms up in surrender. "I'm an old man."

     "Aw, Steve," you coo, reaching over to pat his arm soothingly, "no need to feel bad about being old. How're those dentures holding up?"

     Clint snickers through a mouthful of popcorn as Steve winces at the memory of being kicked in the face earlier by an enemy assassin that you had all fought against. He had complained about, and if you remembered correctly, "Feels like my teeth are falling out."

     "What's this about dentures?" Wanda laughs, walking into the spacious room, Vision in tow. In fact, you and Natasha share a knowing look, eyes glinting with mischief. The budding romance between them isn't entirely lost on you two, and you're both more than determined to make it happen.

     "Oh, nothing," Natasha says breezily, subtly sticking her foot out. Wanda, too busy reaching for the chips, fails to notice it, and as you watch with glee, stumbles straight into Vision, who catches her effortlessly. A light pink dusts Wanda's pale cheeks as she shoots you both a glare before taking a seat in her trademark armchair.

     Beside you, Clint winces slightly as he shifts his legs to a more comfortable position. The movement isn't exactly lost on you, and you turn to him worriedly, arching an eyebrow in question. His face contorts once more as he moves, and you grab his shoulder, now concerned.

     "Show me." you demand, arms crossed sternly. Clint gives a helpless glance to Natasha, who has no intention of helping him out. She glares at him crossly until he finally gives in, raising the bottom of his shirt cautiously.

     "When did this happen?" you question, hands moving briskly to peel back the bandage that has been wrapped around it hastily.

     He shrugs, or at least attempts to. "Sometime during the fight. I'm not sure, but one of the medics bandaged me up, so I figured I was fine."

     You give a nearly incredulous stare. "And the fact that a healer  was on your team just somehow slipped your mind?"

     Clint huffs in annoyance. "I was going to ask you, but there were other things to do, and it just didn't come up!"

     Now Tony saunters in, but does a double take at the scene playing out before him. You and Natasha, hanging over a sitting Clint, as Wanda and Vision hover worriedly in the background, and Steve peers closer, expression concerned.

     You wince in sympathy at the sight of the inflamed wound, black and blue bruises dotting the edges, and blood staining the interior of the bandage.

      "This somehow just didn't come up?" you retort, raising a hand to run over the wound gingerly.

     Clint opens his mouth to argue, but only a sigh of relief comes out as the blueish magic takes hold, closing up the injury and erasing bruises.

    There is silence for a moment as Clint examines his flawless skin with satisfaction, and Natasha breaks it by drawing closer, holding her arm gently.

     "Actually, Y/N," she begins, "if you wouldn't mind, I received a few injuries earlier during the mission."

     You roll your eyes at the grinning redhead, but touch a hand to her arm all the same, and her expression melts into one of comfort as her limb heals.

     Steve catches your eye as you return to your seat, holding his jaw, and you really do laugh this time at his pleading expression.

     "Won't be needing those dentures for a few years, Cap." you inform him cheerfully once a tap of magic has been transferred to him.

     "Thanks, Y/N." he murmurs.

     And suddenly, Tony decides that it's the best moment to alert everyone of his presence.

     "I have a papercut!"