This is my first attempt at writing an Avengers fic - constructive criticism would are welcomed and greatly appreciated!
All right go to Marvel - I do not own the Avengers.
"It's not as easy as you think."
"As if you would know!"
"As a matter of fact, I do."
Tony rolled his eyes at Steve's lengthy list of invalid excuses as to why he couldn't go out on a date.
"Look, Rodgers. I know you're no good with women- Tony ignored Steve's objections of protest and dissension, "but come on. You need this. Banner, I need ya over here." Tony nodded at Bruce, smirking at Bruce's lack of amusement and expression of slight exasperation.
"Do you ever give up, Stark?" Bruce shook his head in slight disbelief as he looked Steve Rodgers up and down.
It was apparent that Tony had gotten ahold of him and was attempting to ready him for a date with a young, attractive woman from this century. Steve's hair was styled in neat blonde spikes, gelled to perfection - not a hair out of place. Dark brown skinny jeans, brown plaid button-up shirt, Doc Martens, a fitted hoodie, and Buddy Holly -esque glasses completed the look.
Steve looked at Bruce's face worriedly, expecting the worst.
"My God, Stark. What have you done to him?" Bruce asked, doing a pitifully comical job at stifling a chuckle.
"I was going for the hipster look. I think I did a pretty good job! Well, of course I did a good job. When do I not? I am pretty much great at everything, including dressing for success." Tony continued to ramble on about his splendor, conceited in every way possible, pointing out his especial points of success considering Steve's wardrobe.
Vexed, exasperated, and uncomfortable, Steve fidgeted and stared at the floor as Bruce and Tony casually chatted at his expense. He knew he shouldn't have trusted Tony with anything, no matter how honest he had appeared to be in his supposed attempts to help him. At this point, Steve's levels of resentment and insecurity were growing larger as his level of confidence steadily dwindled down to nothingness. "I mean, look at him. It's a big improvement...much, much better than spandex, for God's sake." continued Tony, still ignoring Steve.
Steve stood there awkwardly in mute frustration.
Just then, Thor walked into the room. Upon spotting Steve's attire, he burst into deep, uncontrollable, bellows of hysterical laughter. Out of breath, he attempted (and failed) to ask what was going on. Bruce and Tony just joined in, chuckling with amusement.
"I give up. I just don't fit in here. I know all of you are partial to entertainment at my expense - and I've honestly tried to put up with it - but I'm done!" Steve snapped. "For a while, I thought this arrangement was going to work out. Sometimes it's all too much. I guess I was wrong. I'm done being the laughingstock here. I'm done being tormented and humiliated every waking hour - to my face and behind my back. This may be fun for you, Stark, but it sure as hell isn't fun for me." He stormed out furiously, hoping with all of his being that none of his "friends" would attempt to stop him.