First Date: Pt.1

A/N: WARNING: This chapter contains references to… er… the female menstruation cycle. This story was rated T for a reason. And thanks PrincessEmilyVictoriaHolmes101 for the basic ideas for this and the next chapter!

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I was recently visited by Lost in a World of Idiots who informed me that basically my biggest three stories all break the Guidelines of this website. I don't understand why, but apparently us writers aren't allowed to use second-person POV in our stories. Honestly, I'm really upset, but if I keep my stories the way they are, I could potentially get kicked off this website. So, for the next couple of weeks, I will be going back over my stories and changing everything to first-person. I won't be changing the plot, just the pronouns. Hopefully, that will appease the Fan Fiction dot net overlords. Ugh, this is going to take a while. So… sorry for ANOTHER delay in my uploading, but I REALLY don't want to get kicked off the site for something as stupid as me miss-reading the fine print. I promise that once I'm done, I'll finish up these stories and write some new stuff that WON'T anger the people who created this website.

Sincerely,

Thia

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Disclaimer: I don't own Avengers, Marvel, or any of that. Last I heard, it belongs to a mouse. Lucky mouse...

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Steve

I finish hanging the tarp at the entrance to the alley so that no one can see inside. Once I'm satisfied, I begin the real work. I start by taking off my gloves and spraying some snow on the ground. I could summon some clouds to do it for me, but that would take too long seeing as he's going to be here in 2 hours. Focusing on the task ahead, I slowly move my hands along in the shape I desire until I feel the smooth ice under my fingers. In this fashion, I craft a table, two ornate chairs, and a hollow chandelier which I hang from a clothes line above the table.

Since I still have an hour until he arrives, I text him to dress warmly and bring lunch. Once that's done, I start adding details to make it looks magical. Gently, I dust everything with a touch of white powder while drawing designs on the walls with ice. By the time everything's ready, I get a text from him saying he's on his way.

Quickly, I change into my nicest outfit and hide my stuff under a blanket of snow. Stepping outside, I see him approaching and give him one of my biggest smiles which he affectionately returns. Before he has a chance to say anything, I throw my arms around his neck and give him the biggest hug I can.

"I take it then that your answer is yes." He guesses hopefully.

"Was there ever any doubt?" I smirk as I shyly intertwine me hand in his. He frowns.

"(Y/n), you're freezing." Before I can protest, he takes off his jacket, wrapping it around my shoulders. Sighing, I accept it. The warmth actually does feel really nice after all of my preparation. Taking a deep breath, I look him in the eye.

"Steve, I want to show you something, but you have to promise me you won't think I'm a freak. Ok?" I ask pleadingly.

"(Y/n), I could never think of you as a freak." I grin as I pull him into the alley.

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Tony

Currently, it's 4 am and I'm stuck nervously pacing back and forth. What the heck was I thinking? That this could actually work out? He's a genius billionaire playboy philanthropist for crying out loud! And who am I? A (still) homeless girl who gets a little bit of work where she can and showers at the Y! Not to mention the fact that, oh yeah, I'm a freaky mutant with ice-powers!

It's definitely NOT helpful that I started my period last night. Ugh. That's going to make this SO much harder than it should be. When I'm on my rag, my powers go all crazy; especially when I'm faced with a certain impossible date that I can't decide whether to dump or not.

"Hey there hot-stuff." I check my watch. It's 5, proving that the voice I just heard isn't my imagination, no matter how much I want it to be.

"Tony." I cross my arms unamused as he gives me a pouty face.

"Aw, what's with the long face?"

"Let's just get this over with." I mutter under my breath.

"Well if you didn't want to come on this date, then why did you suggest it?"

"Look, I forgot what happened with my last boyfriend. I'm not going through that pain again, so I'm sorry I bothered you."

"Who said I'm anything like him?"

"It's not that, it's me. I don't- CAN'T do relationships."

"Hey, why can't you at least give it a try? Give ME a try?" My rational hormone-induced temper shoots through the proverbial roof.

"Because you're just too stubborn!"

"Oh, so now I'm the stubborn one. Who said that's a bad thing? (Y/n) I'm not going to give up. I love you!"

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Bruce

It's taken me all day, but it's finally done. After stringing up tape around the area saying "Area Reserved for a Special Date", I informed the park rangers that I was setting up for a special date with my boyfriend. It didn't take me long to start work this morning on a gazebo made entirely out of glittering ice.

Contrary to Frozen, creating anything intentionally with my powers can take quite a bit of work. Unintentionally, I could potentially freeze an entire city, but intentionally building an intricate and delicate gazebo that's big enough for two people to share a cup of coffee on, well, it can be quite a task.

By noon, I've finished the basic structure and am able to take a quick lunch break before starting on the details (such as the ice-vine/flowers growing on it). Sunset is rapidly approaching, so I text Bruce a set of directions along with a reminder to bring a snack to eat while watching the sun go down. He replies that he is on his way with two coffees and a heap-load of multi-variety donut-holes.

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Thor

This is going to be perfect. I use my pent-up excitement to summon some clouds. He often has told me how much he enjoys snow (since apparently they don't get a lot of it on Asgard), so I am ecstatic to be able to give him something he enjoys. As the flakes fall in a flurry around me, I patiently wait for the waiter to escort me to the table we reserved at the outdoor restaurant the two of I agreed to meet at. I am soon seated at a table for two with a perfect view of central park.

I had arrived some time ago so that a blanket of snow would be present by the time of his arrival. When another waiter comes by asking if I want a drink, I ask him to bring a bottle of Martinelli's (sparkling apple cider). When he returns, he finds that I already have two extremely ornamental glasses and leaves with the promise to return to take my order. What he doesn't realize, is that they are actually made of ice that I fashioned myself.

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Clint

I'm nervous. Undoubtedly terrified that he'll turn me in; but I know that if I don't tell him now, he'll find out eventually. I head back to the rooftop where we first met and finish setting up. Gently curving my fingers, I concentrate on creating the last support beam. The cold, firm ice swirls under my fingertips, forming the desired shape. When I step back to admire, my work, I can't help but grin.

Clint had told me about how one of his favorite memories before joining S.H.I.E.L.D. was of him going camping with his dad. I felt that I had replicated a campsite perfectly. While I had left the ground ice-free, I had crafted a few bushes and trees along with a tent and fire-pit. All of this is concealed by a thin shield of reflective ice that made the inside of the dome virtually invisible from the outside. It had taken me a while to perfect this skill when I was younger, but all of that practice is finally paying off.

Noticing the time, I quickly add a few last details before racing off to meet Clint at the park.

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Loki

I fiddle with the ends of my hair. It's still the same night, and the two of us are at some fancy restaurant; him in his Asgardian clothes and I in the (f/c) dress he gave me. He has just left to go find a waiter so the two of us can order. Slowly, I take deep breaths, trying to calm my racing nerves. As my heart pounds against my ribcage, I slide my gloves back on. I know they can't actually stop my powers, but they give me a sense of security. I know, total Elsa thing.

While awaiting Loki's return, I contemplate my options. I know that if I don't tell him soon, he'll find out the hard way, but I'm afraid that if I tell him now, he will break up with me on our first date. Pushing all thoughts aside, I smile as he sits across from me.

"(Y/n), is there something wrong?" He asks, his voice laced with concern. I know I'm nervous, but I didn't think it was that obvious.

"Loki… There's something I need to tell you."

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Please let me know what you think, and I'll try to be quick about fixing the previous chapters so that I can finish writing up Part 2. Oh, and before I forget...

ERMMEHGERSHAVENGERSAGEOFULTRONOHMYGOSHIT'STODAY! I know it's only, like, 4 am, but still IT'S MAY FIRST AND AVENGERS 2 COMES OUT TODAY! I'm (hopefully) going to get to go see it this weekend. One last fangirl squeal.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!