Counting Stars Avengers CastxTeen!Actress!Reader

Counting Stars Avengers CastxTeen!Actress!Reader

“Guys! Look what I found!” You shook a small tin under the noses of Tom Hiddleston, Scarlett Johansen, Chris Hemsworth, Chris Evans, Mark Ruffalo, Jeremy Renner, and Robert Downy Junior.

“(Name), are those drugs?” Chris Evans asked seriously.

“What? No!”

“You know that would explain quite a bit.” Mark said with a smile. You rolled your eyes and punched his arm.

“Love you too. These, my distrusting compatriots, are the very things that fill children’s dreams and imaginations with wonder.” You explained proudly.

“So they are drugs.” Chris Evans stated.

“They’re not drugs, okay? Feast your eyes!” You yanked the lid off the tin and held it up for inspection.

“(Name), sweetie, why do you have a tin full of stars?” Scarlett asked. You grinned brightly.

“Because I’m going to make a galaxy.”

“Wait, are those the stars that you stick on ceilings? The ones that glow?” Jeremy asked. You nodded.

“Uh-huh. Do you guys wanna help me put them up in my trailer?” You asked, giving your best puppy dog eyes.

“Sure kiddo.” Robert said, ruffling your hair. You spun on your heel and led the procession to your trailer.

“Is anyone else concerned that we really can’t say no to her?” Chris Hemsworth asked. The murmurs of agreement from his fellow actors were answer enough for Chris.

~Later, in your trailer~

“I think it needs to be a little more to the left.” You said. “What do you think Scarlett?”

“She’s right boys.” Scarlett grinned. Groans emitted from Tom who was standing on a ladder, Chris Hemsworth who was holding the plastic tin of glow stars, and Chris Evans who was steadying the ladder for Tom.

“For the love of God woman it’s a glow-y star not a marriage proposal!”

“You’re just saying that because you’ve been on that ladder for two hours.” Jeremy put in.

“You know, you could help us.” Chris Hemsworth said. Mark nodded.

“You’re right. We could.” Your gaze drifted from the three complaining actors to the ceiling.

“Tom! Tom! You’re almost there! Like half an inch to the right and it’s perfect!”

“You’re sure?” Tom asked. You nodded eagerly.

“Yes! Just this last one and then you can be done.” You promised. Tom sighed but returned his attention to sticking the last star in exactly the perfect position.

“There. Satisfied?” Tom asked as he climbed down the ladder.

“Very much so. Thank you~ You know what we should do now?”

“What…?” Mark asked, wary of your answer.

“We should watch Doctor Who! I mean now that we have the stars up, it’ll be perfect. I’ll get the fish fingers and custard!” You yelled dashing over to your kitchen area.

“She’s kidding, right?” Chris Evans asked, hoping beyond hope. Tom patted Chris on the shoulder in a consoling manner.

“Have you ever seen the things she has in her fridge? You’re going to wish you really were a super soldier.” You practically flew back into the living room, your treasures in your arms.

“Let’s do this!” You said. You set the food down on the coffee table, prepared the TV, and then turned the lights off.

“Oh hey, (Name), look, your stars are glowing.” Jeremy said, staring the ceiling. You gasped then giggled.

“There’s the big dipper. There’s Orion. And there’s Leo.” You pointed out three of the constellations you had conned Tom into making for you. That was the reason that you wanted the stars to be placed exactly right.

“They’re not the real deal but they are beautiful.” Robert said. The soft green glow of the stars cast a magical sheen over all of you.

“Yeah,” you sighed, “beautiful.”

Extended ending because I can:

“Oh my gosh guys! You know what would make Avengers 3 absolutely awesome?”

“(Name), whatever you’re thinking-” Mark began.

“A T.A.R.D.I.S.! I mean think about it! S.H.I.E.L.D. encounters all sorts of crap so who knows what they have in storage. We can contact Moffat to help write it. It’ll be great!” You interrupted.

“(Name), no.”

“Uh, yeah!”

“Haven’t you already been told no on this stuff?” Jeremy asked. You shook your head.

“No. I was told no on super robots and dragons.”

“Fine then. No time traveling alien spaceships that look like police boxes.” Mark said. “We’ll have to add it to the list.”

“But guys!” You protested. Tom grabbed your wrist and yanked you onto the couch.

“Darling, let’s have this conversation another time. For now, just look at your stars.”

You sighed.

“Fine.” You leaned back into the couch and began to admire your stars.

“How many are up there anyway?” Robert asked after a few minutes of silence.

“Three hundred seventy-nine.” Tom responded.

“Hey Tom, you know how much I like even-ish numbers…” You said, holding the star tin up to him slightly.

“(Name), no.”