#avengers react

"It's not the 40s anymore, Steve. You would have to pay hundreds for a baseball game. It's boring anyway," you grumbled.

Steve rolled his eyes. "How about we get me caught up one some of those movies you mentioned? You know, so I can get more references?" Unfortunately, there was something about Steve's cheerful energy you couldn't resist.

An hour later, you were curled up under a blanket next to him, munching on a few snacks. Shifting, Steve tucked his arm a bit around your own, pulling you in a bit more with a comforting squeeze. Eventually, you leaned against his arm, enjoying the company. Maybe there was a bright side to this day.

Natasha:

Natasha found you sitting at your desk, a storm cloud practically hovering over you as you filled out reports.

"Come on, stop sulking. I've seen you face much worse than this," she scoffed, giving you a slight look of disapproval. "Tony said something mean, but when does he not?" "It was worse than that, and you know it!" you snapped back. "I'm tired of people saying I'm a waste to this team." There was a pain lingering under the anger. If it had been Yelena who was feeling this way....

"I'll admit, he was out of line this time. Idiot," she sighed. "You know what, follow me." She tugged your arm, practically dragging you to the training area as you protested. "Nat! I'm busy! I'm not in the mood to spar you right now."

"Come on, punch it," she nodded towards the punching bag. "It will make you feel better."

You gave a half-hearted punch. "I've seen you do better," she retorts before throwing a kick at you. It lands, throwing you off guard, before you stumble up, angrily, throwing a punch back. The two of you go back and forth until you're both exhausted, on the floor next to each other.

"Feel better now?" she asked, turning to smile at you.

"Okay, fine, you were right."

"Always am."

Tony Stark

"What's got you so sour?" Tony asked in an annoyed tone when he found you curled up on the couch of the break room.

The whole day had been one thing after another. Fury had yelled at you over the last mission during a meeting, you found out the rest of the team had forgotten to invite you to their night out yesterday, and your social media, which the PR team suggested, had been flooded with hate comments today. To top it all off, the store was out of your favorite ice cream!

"Oh, I don't know...everything!" you answered, matching his tone. "I'm having a bad day."

Tony shrugged, "So? We all have bad days. That's life."

"So says the billionaire," you scoffed, and rolled to face away from him. A few minutes of silence passed before Tony spoke up, "You know, I think I may be ready to trust you with my holographic design system."

The offer perked you right up, sitting with interest now. Tony knew you loved science as much as he did.

"Wait! You mean the one with unlimited 3D scaling?" you asked, almost excited.

"That's the one," he answered, heading towards his personal lab. "Are you coming or what?"

Thor:

When he finally found your room, he was shocked at the sight of you lying on your stomach, crying into a pillow in bed.

"What's wrong?" he asked in concern. "I've never seen a warrior such as yourself in tears. Who caused this?"

Embarrassed, you glanced away, not wanting Thor of all people to see you in this state. Nobody ever saw you cry for fear they would see a weakness, so you had been hiding in your room today.

"My hamster is sick," you choked out. "I left him at the vet, and I'm just so worried. Probably stupid." Thor took a seat beside you, handing you the corner of his cape as a tissue.

"It's not foolish," he responded. "Once, when I was younger, I had a horse fall in battle. A great steed. One of the strongest. I cried for days after, as if one of my fellow warriors had fallen. Even Loki felt sorry for me." A smile tugged at his lips. "Once, I remember when I was first learning to ride, I fell right off into a pile of mud in the stables."

A snort escaped you at the image. "The mighty Thor fell into mud?"

Thor nodded, laughing, "Yes, although it turned out not to be mud. Loki never let me live it down."

Despite yourself, you began laughing even more, unable to help yourself. The exact reaction he had hoped for. "Shall I tell you of the time I fell off a table at a feast? Or when my brother turned into a snake?" Thor laughed heartily.

For the rest of the afternoon, Thor recalled the funniest of stories from his long life, until you were too caught up in them to think about being sad.

Wanda Maximoff:

Once the chaos had settled, Wanda found you in your quarters staring at the wall blankly, the tears not quite falling past your lashes. If anyone knew that feeling, it was her. HYDRA had attempted to infiltrate the Tower today, targeting you.

"How are you doing?" she asked quietly, making you finally notice her.

"As good as you would think," you answered sarcastically, pulling your knees up to your chest. "Today sucked."

"Oh, draga," she whispered in that sweet tone only Wanda could muster, opening her arms a bit. Before you could even attempt to resist, she had pulled you into a hug.

"How about we watch your favorite show? Mh?" she suggested. "I'll bring down those cookies I made yesterday."

Next thing you knew, you were cozied up in a blanket next to her with your head on her shoulder. Wanda always laughed at even the worst of jokes in a show, and you couldn't help but smile a bit every time. Earlier, you had made pizza with her for dinner, which you both had finished off together. Finally, you felt yourself drifting off, a faint red glow above your head.

"Go to sleep," she muttered against your hair. "I'll keep any nightmares at bay."

Peter Parker:

When Peter slipped through the window of your room, he found you lying on the bed. "Hey, you would not believe the day I've had...wait, are you okay?"

"I'm fine," you mumbled, even if you clearly weren't. "I just made myself look like an idiot today during patrol, and let a robber get away." Usually, when you felt down, you wanted to be left alone for a few days.

Peter scratched the back of his neck, "I know how that is. It sucks. I can go, if that what you want, to be alone. Yeah, I'll go-"

"Wait-" you said, just as he was about to swing out. "I don't mind, if you don't."

"No, I don't," he smiled a bit. "How about we work on that new Lego set?"

A few minutes later, the two of you were busy with thousands of pieces, which were slowly resembling the Millennium Falcon. "Hey, where's the extra long piece?" you asked when Peter suddenly spoke up.

"If you're ever, upset again, I always have Legos we can work on. Together."

"I'd love that."

Bucky Barnes:

"Wow, and people say I'm the grumpy one," Bucky muttered to himself when he found you with a storm cloud practically over your head.

"I heard that," you snapped, glaring at him.

"Right, forgot you have super hearing too, my bad," he huffed, taking a seat beside you. "Look, I get it, I know bad days. If anyone does, it's me, but holding on this long doesn't help. You haven't left your room in a week."

"It was my fault, what happened," you insisted. "Natasha got injured because of me I I screwed up the mission. "We all screw up. Some bigger than others," he replied, then tugged at your arm. "Come on, no more staying inside. Touch grass or whatever it is you guys say now."

"Noooo," you protested as he lifted you off the bed.

"Get your helmet," he said. "Let's take a ride."

An hour later, you were on the back of his bike, arms wrapped around his waist as the scenery passed by in a blur. The sunlight warmed your skin, and the wind made things feel a bit lighter. Okay, maybe he was right. You did need to get outside. Not that you would ever admit he was right.

Sam Wilson

Today should have been happy, spending time with Sam's relatives at a barbecue. It had been enough to even cheer Bucky up, who was currently chasing around Sam's nephews, but for some reason it only dug up old memories. Harsh ones.

"Stop with the fake smiling," Sam said, finding you by the water away from everyone else. "It's freaking me out."

"It's not fake," you insisted. Sam gave you an "are you serious?" kind of look.

"Come on, we've been flight partners for years now. I know when you're lying," he responded, crossing his arms. "Go on. Spill."

"My family wasn't like this," you gestured to the happy scene a few feet away. "A family barbecue was the sort of thing I would dread. Now that I'm here, it just doesn't feel right."

Sam stood there a moment beside you, thinking as he looked over the waters. "Wanna take the boat out?" he asked.

"Won't everyone notice you're gone?" you questioned.

"Now that Bucky's here, everyone is interested in asking him all sorts of questions," Sam shrugged. "They won't notice if we get away for an hour."

Quickly, the two of you were out on the water far away from the festivities. A calm finally settled over you as the light danced over the ripples, the sun lowering in the sky. Sam wrapped an arm around you, and for once, you leaned in. "Thanks, I needed this."

"Any time."

Loki

Going to Tony's gala had been a mistake. Why did you ever think those rich snobs would be nice, even if you had saved the world a few times? Now, you stood on the balcony, trying to ignore every hurtful word.

A voice called from behind, "Looks like I'm not the only one avoiding everyone." Great! Why did he have to be here?

"Loki, I don't have time to deal with you right now," you huffed. "Not in the mood."

Ignoring your words, he stood next to you a few feet away. "I never liked parties, either," he said. "Everyone was so dull back there, even for mortal standards. Feasts in Asgard were worse. Everyone only wanted to talk about my brother." With a fake laugh, he added, "Oh, they talked about me a lot, just with no good word to say."

"Is this some attempt to make me feel sorry for you?" you asked, glaring at him.

"No," he spared a glance at you. "An outcast can always recognize another. I must say, they were saying things more vile than I could come up with, comparing your appearances to Natasha's."

"Thanks," you rolled your eyes. "Rub it in. I get it. Asgardians being eternally beautiful and all. I know you think the same way as everyone else."

Loki grinned, only a bit, "I never said that either." Silence fell between the two of you again until a small glow caught the corner of your eye. A small butterfly landed on your hand before vanishing. More followed, flying circles around you, golden and blue.

"Did you make those?" you asked, staring up at them in wonder. Another landed on your extended finger, fluttering a bit.

"Thought they may brighten the mood a bit," he admitted. "Illusions, is all. Although that is the first time you've ever smiled near me, instead of being so murderous."

Before you could respond to the comment, he was gone, but the butterflies remained.

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“I thought you said we weren’t supposed to stick unknown flash drives in our laptops,” Steve points out as Tony spins the silver flash drive with a coating of chipped red paint towards himself.

“I said you guys aren’t supposed to,” he says, “But I can do whatever I want.”

“That doesn’t make any sense. You’re still putting everyone at risk if–” Steve continues, as Natasha rolls her eyes next to him and wonder why he’s even putting up an argument.

“What do you humans keep on those tiny sticks anyway?” Thor asks, his entire hand shoved into a nearly empty box of Poptarts.

“We’re about to find out.” Tony connects the flash drive to his laptop. He opens the drive to reveal a single folder. Steve, Natasha, and Clint crowd closer to him to get a better view, while Thor discards his box of Poptarts and goes hunting through the cupboards for another snack.

“It looks like a bunch of pictures and some videos,” Tony says, reading off the file names. But the thumbnails are too small to tell what they are, so he double clicks on one, opening a very high-resolution photo of you in black lingerie, posing by a stripper pole on some kind of stage.

“Oh no,” Steve squeaks, turning away as if to protect your modesty.

“Hell yeah,” Clint says in approval. “Go Y/N.”

Natasha feels her mouth go dry as she stares at your hardly covered body.

“Is this what Y/N does on her days off?” Tony says, clicking through the photos. The photoshoot seems to have no end, as you move from posing on the stage to lying out on a couch, progressively losing more and more of your clothing until–

“Yep, that’s enough for the day.” Tony shuts the lid of his laptop. “Someone should tell Y/N to at least password-protect her flash drive.” 

“Let me make a copy first,” Natasha mutters.

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"Of course I would," he whispered. "When you're over 100 years old, you begin to know loss, but it never gets easier." His eyes went misty. "You and I are not going to miss out on dancing, got it?"

Natasha:

Natasha was someone you could never quite get a read on. One minute, she was risking her life to save you, the next, she pretended as if nothing ever happened.

So, while you were sitting in the plane, heading back from gathering intel, you blurted out, "Nat, would you love me if I were a rock?"

Nat shrugged, "Well, we already have a fossil on the team, so what's the difference?"

A laugh escaped you before you explained, more quietly, "I mean...if I died."

She turned to face you, eyebrows knitting together in surprise. "Why would you ask that?" she snapped, before turning away. Tilting her face, she was clearly trying to hide tears, "Neither of us are going to end up stone on my watch, okay?"

If only that had been true...

Tony:

"Hey, could you hand me the bolt already?" he asked, annoyed as usual. Lately, your mind had been on what had happened during the last mission, and how panicked Tony had been. Tony wasn't exactly known for being all soft, but he would care if you were gone, right?

"Sorry, been distracted," you mumbled, handing it over.

"Why? You're always interested when it comes to science," he noted. "Being distracted isn't allowed in my lab."

"Tony, would you love me if I were a rock?" you asked hesitantly.

"No," he answered bluntly. "Stupid questions aren't allowed in my lab either."

"I mean, like if I died...if I had died on the last mission."

Tony only stared a moment before looking away as he wiped his face quickly with the back of his hand. Was....Tony Stark crying? Honestly, you weren't sure if he could do that.

"Don't say stuff like that," he said with irritation. "I don't know what I would do without you." The sincerity nearly knocked you off your feet.

Then, something even more unexpected happened- he placed a hand on your shoulder, pulling you in a bit. About as close to a hug as you would get from Tony. "Stop asking stupid questions from now on, okay?"

Thor:

"Thor, would you love me if I were a stone?" you blabbered, voice slurred on Asgardian mead. Thor had decided to bring some down for the team's get-together, and the two of you had been going back and forth with all sorts of weird questions all night.

Thor laughed heartily, "Ha! Ha! A stone? I think my brother once turned someone into one of those."

"Like if I died." Thor went quiet, tone suddenly serious despite the mead in his system. "If you died. Why I would carry your braid with me forever, knowing you were in the greatest halls of Valhalla."

Clumsily, he grabbed your chin, holding it firmly. "On my watch, nothing will happen to you, my warrior. The sky would storm for a hundred years from my rage and tears if you were gone." Stumbling, you let him wrap his arms around you, hugging as if he'd never let go.

Wanda:

The two of you were curled up on the bed, sharing a tray of cookies she had baked earlier under the glow of the TV.

"Wans, would you love me if I were a rock?" you whispered.

"That's an odd question," she mused, running a hand through your hair. "Why would you be a stone?"

"If I died...would you miss me?"

A familiar feeling washed over her- grief. Tears filled her eyes at the very thought, along with a glint of crimson glow. "Of course I would...I'd always miss you," she replied, before adding in a tone laced with a hidden anger. "And I'd do anything to get you back to me. I mean it."

A small chill went down your spine, the words feeling like a promise wrapped in a threat.

Bucky Barnes

The evening had been quiet as the two of you sorted through old case files, finding a moment alone for once.

"Buck, would you love me if I were a rock?" you asked, unsure.

"No," he grumbled, picking up the next file and opening it as he leaned back. "You'd be a rock. I swear, people ask all sorts of weird questions these days."

Bluntly, you added, "I mean if I were gone. Gone gone, as in dead."

A hint of something passed over his features, jaw tensing.

"Don't-" he said in a low tone. "I don't want to talk about this. Don't talk like that." Tears brimmed his vision.

"I was just asking, after the last mission, what happened-"

"Don't-" he repeated, tone harsher this time. "Too much has been taken from me," he muttered, turning to face you. "If anything happened to you...I can't think of it, 'kay? I might kill someone if that happened." The cool of his metal arm wrapped around your fingers, "We're stuck together, till the end of the line."

Your own fingers tucked into his own, savoring the promise.

Sam Wilson:

"Would you love me if I were a rock?" you asked curiously.

"A rock?" Sam stared at you, as if you had said the craziest thing he'd ever heard. "What sort of crazy question is that?"

In a more serious tone, you added, "I mean, if you lost me, Sam. Like, I died."

Lost? Sam had lost people. Plenty. Flight buddies, brothers and sisters in arms, and more. Sam shook his head, trying to fight back a few tears when he seriously considered not having you to share the skies with any longer.

"That's an even crazier question. Of course I would," he answered, pulling you to his side and giving a squeeze. "Skies wouldn't be the same without you. Can we focus now?"

Nodding, you returned the hold, wrapping your own arm around him, "Flying alone isn't the same. Glad I have you too."

Loki:

Ever since the attack yesterday from HYDRA, Loki hadn't spoken much, which was odd. It was as if he were avoiding you. Sure, Loki had his faults, but you had thought the thing between you was secure.

In the heat of your confronting him, you asked, "Would you even love me if I were stone?"

"Stone?" he asked in bewilderment. "I have no clue what you're on about now!"

"If I died!" you snapped. "Would you even care? At all?!"

For a moment, he went deadly silent as if the question left him speechless for once. "Died? If you ever so much as died," he warned, voice full of an intensity now. "I would hunt down whoever had done such, and they would beg for death by the time I was done. I would turn to darker magic, darker than what I use to change fate..."

The cold villain began to melt away as he stared more, eyes filling with tears. "I could not bear to lose you...if you think once I didn't care, then I guess you didn't know me at all."

There was a heavy truth in them, from a god of lies.

"Loki, you just hadn't spoken to me all day," you explained. "Besides, we had to talk about this eventually. I'm mortal."

Loki's voice wavered as he took a step closer, eyes never leaving your own. "Don't worry, my mortal...I've already planned for that. Why it may anger my father, there are ways of changing things. Magic that exists."

The words sent your heart racing, with a mix of shock and the realization that you hadn't accounted for. Rather than Loki not caring enough, it may be far more dangerous when he does.

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"Care to tell me why the sugar was replaced with salt in the coffee?" she asked, eyes pointed at you. Oh no...that was supposed to be a prank set for Tony.

Shrugging, you tried, "Because you're so salty?" Okay, you couldn't resist.

"You're dead," she said evenly, before you jumped up and took off. Later, Tony saw the two of you running down the halls. "You know what, I'm not gonna even ask."

Tony:

"Has anyone seen my stash of blueberries?" he asked, looking around the lab one day in frustration. This is what you had been waiting for.

"Isn't the point of a hiding spot that nobody knows?" you retorted. "What a genius you are."

"Exactly. I'm a genius, and nobody has been able to find any of my snack hiding spots before," he said, crossing his arms. "My chips are missing, and so are the cashews."

"Maybe someone outsmarted you?" you asked, feigning innocence.

"Me?" Tony scoffed. "Yeah, sure. Nobody has ever outsmarted me."

"First time for everything," you said, holding out your hand. "Want a blueberry?"

Tony sighed, "Yes, and please never become a villain."

"Not making any promises."

Bruce:

Plans for today? Drive Bruce insane by the afternoon.

"Could you reach me that beaker?" he asked, not looking up from the microscope.

"'Could you reach me that beaker?'" you repeated, handing it over to him.

"Why are you copying me?" he asked in confusion.

You grinned. "Why are you copying me?"

"Seriously, stop that."

"Seriously, stop that."

Within the hour, you had to stop before the Tower had to deal with a Hulk level emergency.

Wanda:

Wanda was one of the only members of the team whom you couldn't bring yourself to prank. After all, she was so sweet, so often you let her in on your plans.

"Well, Tony's an idiot," you grumbled, flopping onto the bed. "Can't believe he wouldn't let me help with that mission."

"So what are we doing this time?" she asked, grinning. Maybe she wasn't entirely pure sweetness all the time. "I know you're planning something."

With a smile, you held up a small card, "Stole his credit care. Wanna go shopping?"

"You can't steal things, draga!" she scolded.

"What? He's a billionaire! It's not like he'll miss anything," you argued. "Besides, didn't you want to get a new dress for the upcoming gala?"

"Fine, but I'm blaming you if we get in trouble."

Thor:

Thor glanced around your room, expecting to find you there. "Hello? Little warrior?" Finally, his eyes landed on a small frog on the desk, sitting beside a note. Picking it up, he read aloud, "Help. Loki turned me into a frog- What?!"

From inside the closet, you stifled a laugh.

Thor immediately went into a panic, picking up the small frog in his hands, "Don't worry! I shall speak with my brother at once! Until then, I will keep you at my side until we can get you back to normal." The frog let out a small croak and blinked up at him. "Yes, Loki will be punished for this, I will make sure of it!" Thor shouted up at the heavens, "Loki! You shall not prevail in turning my friends into frogs! Do you hear me brother?"

Finally, you burst from the closet, laughing. Thor's eyes went wide with confusion, looking from you to the frog, "I don't understand. You were a frog, and now you're here?"

"It's a prank, Thor," you explained. "I'm fine. That's just a regular frog."

Putting the frog down, he suddenly squeezed you into a hug, "I am just happy you are not a frog. It's terrible, I should know."

"Wait...did Loki turn you into a frog before?"

Bucky:

Usually, Bucky was a light sleeper, but after Thor brought over some Asgardian mead last night, he had been out of it on the couch for hours. Luckily, it gave you the perfect opportunity to execute your plan.

Groaning, Bucky sat up. "What time is it? I haven't been that drunk since '45."

"Oh, it's past twelve," you replied, sitting nearby with a smile.

"What are you so happy about?" he asked. "I know that look. What did you do?" Then, his eyes landed on his metal arm, now covered in colorful stickers. A few giggles escaped you.

"My arm?" he glared daggers at you, trying to tug a sparkly star off. "I'm gonna kill you for this."

Sam:

Ragebaiting was one of your favorite pastimes, especially with Sam.

"Hey, how does it feel to be shorter than Bucky?" you asked out of the blue. Their odd rivalry was a great way to get to both of them, with even the smallest of things.

Sam stared, immediately offended, "Shorter? We're at least the same height."

"I don't know," you teased. "Now that I think about it, I'm pretty sure he's at least a few inches taller than you."

"Excuse me?" he asked, growing upset by the minute. "Do you want me to call him over right now? Because I will."

"Actually, he's probably a head taller than you."

Rolling his eyes, Sam finally picked up on what you were doing. "Between you and Barnes, I don't get a day of peace in this place."

Loki:

Ever since Loki had arrived at the Tower for some sort of "second chance" Thor had pleaded for, you hadn't had a moment of peace. The god of mischief had pranked you constantly, and it was driving you insane. Well, two could play at that game, even if it was going to trick a master trickster.

Fortunately, one of your best combat skills was misdirection.

"Oh, you can't be that great with a dagger," you retorted one day as Loki stood in the corner, looking bored as you trained. "Aren't you all illusions and magic?" Feeding his ego was the best way to start.

Loki raised an eyebrow, "I may be a scholar, but I was taught by the best warriors in Asgard, the same as my brother. I doubt you could last five minutes with me."

"Wanna bet?" you asked, handing him one of the fake knives used for practice.

"And how do you know I won't stab you in the back?" he asked, carefully looking it over. "I could easily transform this one into a real one, you know?"

"You won't," you answered confidently. "That's far too cliché for you. You prefer more dramatic effects."

He laughed softly, "I see you know me too well. Fine, I'll indulge you in this, but don't say I didn't warn you."

Immediately, you grabbed his arm, trying to disarm him. Loki quickly blocked the attack, countering it with his own until the fake blade was at your side. Pretending to drop the knife, you faltered, grabbing it with your other hand and trying to bring it too his chest.

Loki easily blocked it, mocking, "Nice try, mortal, but did you really think that little trick would work on me? A god? I'm far too- ah!"

Quickly, you swept your leg under his, letting him land on the mat beneath you. Peering down, you smirked at him. "A god, you were saying?"

"How dare you try to trick the god of mischief! You'll regret this!" he exclaimed, glaring up at you. "Do you hear me?!"

"Yeah, yeah, I heard you the first time," you rolled your eyes. "Now get up."

Loki got to his feet, glaring at you a moment before a wicked smirk spread on his face. "Clever one, aren't you?" he asked in a low voice, tinged with a hint of impressiveness. Something about the way he was looking at you made your face heat, and you weren't sure if it was anger or something else....

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Tony:

Fury had been going on for way longer than expected as you gripped the edge of the table, using all your strength to stay focused on the meeting. Stubbornly, you had decided to show up even if you felt that familiar warning pain and now all you could do was try to keep from passing out.

"What? No quips or insults to throw at us today?" Tony remarked with his usual cockiness. "Not even a 'eye-patch' or a comment about my "fragile ego?'"

Digging your nails into the table, you grumbled, "Tony, I really don't feel like this right now-"

Just as he was about to make some other remark, he noticed you were shaking. There was a collective chaos as you began to tilt, falling over onto the floor in a heap. Tony jumped over to you, checking you vitals as he shouted, "Jarvis! Check vitals! Call up the med team right now!"

Natasha tried to step in, "Tony, she's fine, she has-"

"Shut up!" he snapped, tone dripping with worry as he shook you, desperate to wake you up. "Come on, stay with me, kid! Wake up, you're stronger than this!" A moment passed before he silently whispered, "Please, kid...I want you to stay around."

Typical of Tony. Acting as if he could care less, until the right moment when he showed how much he really cared.

Natasha grabbed his shoulder, "Tony! She's not dying! It's endometriosis, genius. She never told anyone because she didn't want anyone to think she couldn't handle fighting, especially you." The last words harsh truthfulness stung more than anything.

Later, you woke up in bed with a heating pad and some sort of monitor beeping. "Glad to see you're alive, kid," Tony said from the corner, acting as if he could care less before adding, "You're tough, and I won't change my mind on that."

Thor

When you hadn't showed up for the monthly team game night, Thor knew something was wrong and insisted on checking on you before anyone could explain why you were ill

"Come on, I need you to join me in this thing they call scrabble-" he began before his smile dropped at the sight of you on the bed, fighting against pain as you clutched your stomach. "What's wrong? Have you been injured?" he demanded in a worried voice.

Oh, where did you even begin to explain this to Thor of all people? Did Asgardian women even have periods?

"It's my time of the month," you said bluntly. "Women here on earth bleed every month, and some of us have it worse than others."

Thor's eyes widened, "I understand...women on Asgard do, just not as often. Although, there's seems not as bad."

"Lucky them," you groaned, trying to curl up into a ball. "Well, here, some of us have this issue where things don't work like they should and it sucks."

Thor stepped closer, taking a seat on the edge of the bed, "I think it makes you very strong. You are clearly fighting, like a Valkyrie. In a way, it makes you stronger than my kind to suffer through this so well."

A faint hint of a smile tugged at your lips, as he took that dramatic cape of his, draping it over like a blanket as you let sleep take over.

Bruce

Per usual, you had gotten lost in a brainstorm of ideas with Bruce tonight in the lab, losing track of time and not paying attention to the growing pain until it was too late. Of course, Bruce being Bruce, noticed the symptoms right away.

"Hey, just take a break, okay?" he said, helping you to a seat as you began growing dizzy. "Stay still a moment-"

"Bruce, I'm fine," you insisted. "I'm used to this. Give me a minute, and I can get back to those stats."

The words flew past him, as he wasn't listening, already handing you some pain meds as he frantically looked through the lab.

"Heat should help, and if I dose the meds at these intervals," he was mumbling to himself

"Bruce-"

"What if I?"

"Bruce!" you snapped, causing him to finally look at you. "Just get me to my room and have Jarvis bring up some ice cream."

Wanda

Wanda immediately recognized that look in your eyes, glassy and pain-filled when you walked into her room.

"Come here," she said gently, making space for you by her side in the bed. Blankets, snacks, pillows, and a whole line-up of your favorite shows to binge together. She went out of her way to make these days a little less hard, watching things with you for hours to keep your mind off the stabbing pain in your gut.

"Thanks," you sighed in relief as you took a seat next to her, letting your head fall on her shoulder. After a few episodes, you cautiously asked, "Wanda, if it's not a problem, could you do that thing with your powers like last time? If not-"

"Shhhh," she interrupted, a faint red glow already at her fingertips. "Rest," she whispered as she waved a hand over your forehead, as you fell asleep instantly under the glow.

Bucky:

Everything had gone wrong one way or another during this mission. Just when you thought it couldn't get worse, pain began blooming in your gut, and a wave of fatigue fell over you as you forced yourself to keep moving. A groan escaped you as you took a turn down the next corridor, weapon first.

No! No! No! You could feel yourself struggling, gripping the wall to stay upright.

"Are you hurt?" Bucky asked gruffly, noticing how your movements had suddenly slowed. "Those last agents were took out by you before they got a shot in."

"I'll be fine, I've dealt with worse," you insisted, trying to ignore the growing fatigue. "Let's keep going."

Bucky rolled his eyes, "Look, tell me what's going on now or else we could be slowed down, and stop acting so stubborn."

"Fine," you snapped, glaring at him with a hint of a challenge in your voice. ""It's my period, okay? I have a condition that makes it more painful, and guess it came early."

Bucky raised an eyebrow of surprise, but not judgment. "What?" He asked bluntly. "Did you think I'd be disgusted just because I'm from the 40s? Women had periods back then, too, you know."

As much as you wanted to say some remark back, you could feel another wave of dizziness, and there was one last agent to handle. There was a flash of movement, and with your last remaining strength, you focused the weapon. By the time you registered, you had impaired the last HYDRA agent there; you were already on the floor.

"Don't-" you began as you saw Bucky reach for an injection, full of a pain med kept on standby. "I can handle it."

"Unless you want to walk down that hill like this, I suggest you take it," he said with a mix of worry and an impressed tone, "What you did...that was tough back there, so there's no point in proving how strong you are right now, stubborn."

Rolling your eyes, you reached for his hand, stumbling to your feet as you clung to the metal arm. "Fine, but I won't be happy about this," you agreed reluctantly as he easily picked you up into his arms.

By the time you had gotten back to the jet, you were already asleep in his hold, fingers curled around his metal hand. Earlier, he had let you squeeze it from the pain. It felt warm despite the cold air, and safe...maybe he didn't annoy you as much after all.

Sam

Just as you were enjoying the quiet of the common area, curled up on a couch and trying to ignore the cramps Sam walked in with that look on his face. The one you knew meant he had some sort of stupid new joke to try out. Usually, you preferred to be alone during these hard days. Nobody wanted to deal with it anyway, so you had learned to care for yourself.

"Heard you're stuck on the ground today, so I'd thought I'd stop by," Sam said, handing you a bowl of something that smelled warm. "It's my sister's recipes. I can't do it justice, but she says it helps her out when she's ya know-" he gestured vaguely.

"Thanks," you responded with a hint of surprise, since you hadn't expected him to go out of his way like this, or anyone really. "Why are you doing this anyway?"

"Because you don't leave a fellow soldier behind," he answered truthfully, adding with a slight smile. "Or your friends. Now are you going to eat that or what?"

Friends. Now that you thought about it, Sam had been a friend to you. Taking a bite, the food was warmer than expected, as well as the company.

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"I'm well aware of how capable you are, especially with a weapon," you responded, before turning more sincere. "I just think...you deserved more, more than what you were given. To have the kind of life you should. If I could give you all the flowers in the world, I would."

"Wow, you're hopeless...and cheesy," she drawled, looking away as if the honesty in your tone hadn't cracked her hard outer surface a little. Tonight, she'd really have to put on a front to keep it together. After all, she was a spy, and the ring box you had horribly hidden in your jacket was plain to see

Tony:

Once again, Tony found you lounging around with the other members of the team, wearing a suit of all things on a Saturday. Many of the others stared at first, but eventually got used to your ways. Who did you get fashion tips from? Steve?

"No, no, not this again," he began. "If anyone here's going to be the best dressed, it's me. Remember? Billionaire? Charming former Playboy?"

"Is the charming playboy in the room with us?" you asked, only getting to him more, making him storm out with some excuse about recalibrating a suit malfunction.

Later, late in the lab, he heard a voice behind him, "You know...maybe you're just not used to real charm."

"I think I'd know a thing or two," he scoffed. Putting the tablet aside, he sighed reluctantly adding, "The suit does suit you."

Maybe he wasn't annoyed with you after all.

Thor

Some Midgardian customs Thor was still adjusting to, such as not throwing your drink on the floor or sending ravens for messages. Yet, some he had yet to understand, such as why the newest team member opened doors for everyone or pulled out seats, but he thought it best not to question and go along as you pulled out his own at the small coffee shop.

"I thank you for bringing me to get more coffee," he smiled, adding. "I promise not to smash any more glasses this time."

"No biggie, big guy," you shrugged, taking a look at the menu on your phone.

"I must ask, the things you do for me. You are not treating me different because I'm a prince of Asgard?" he asked curiously. "We are teammates, and friends in arms. I do not expect extra treatment."

Glancing up, you answered, "It's just a habit I have. A way to show someone you care...I'd treat anyone else this way."

"Ah! Good! Then we are friends!" There was a pause before he added, "And maybe more than friends?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

Bruce:

Tonight, Bruce had nearly run a hole in the lab floor from all the pacing, but it wasn't from late night brainstorming. No, he was angry and doing everything to keep the green guy away after a failed scientific deal with a large company.

"I just don't understand," he was mumbling to himself, "How could a company destroy the balance of an entire ecosystem-"

"Bruce-" you began before he turned around, snapping. "Can't you see I'm working?!" Hints of green were already emerging under his neck. Okay, keep it under control or the whole Tower could be in trouble.

Keeping your voice steady, you said sternly, "Can't you see I brought you dinner?"

"I'm sorry, I'm-" he began, awkwardly trying to backtrack. "I didn't mean to."

Setting the food down on the desk, you slowly stepped closer, hovering your hand near his own. "May I?" Always asking. Never pushing. It's what he liked most about your relationship in and out of the lab.

Bruce gave a shaky nod, mumbling, "Yes, please...I don't want the other guy to come out. What if I hurt you? Or-or"

Taking his hand, you moved it to his chest, "You won't, okay? Now breathe with me."

In and out...in and out...

Wanda

Growing up, Wanda had always hoped for a love like the ones she watched on the old sitcoms - sweet, simple, and romantic. Luckily, she had managed to find you, even if you were a bit like an old gentleman and a bit Lucy from I Love Lucy.

"Draga, I'm home," she called, catching the scent of something warm and sweet from the kitchen. Turning the corner, she found you at the stove finishing up the details of some homemade cookies.

"I wanted to surprise you with your favorite when you got back," you said, immediately dropping everything to give her the usual kiss on the forehead, letting it linger a moment. "Wanna watch that new show we found after dinner?"

"I'd love that," she smiled, taking your hand in hers.

Lately, life was better than any she saw on screen.

Bucky:

Once, Bucky had been a charmer in Brooklyn who knew how to be the definition of a gentleman for any date, but that man had died years ago at the hands of HYDRA. In a way, you made up for it, filling in all the broken parts with your respectful way of letting him know exactly what you wanted and opening every door. Times had changed, but he still found ways to be a gentleman in his own right for you as you both balanced each other out.

"I think this is your stop," you said, opening his apartment door carefully, not pushing to go inside. Another way you were a bit old fashioned he could appreciate. Not because he would judge, but because he wasn't ready to rush.

"Typically, I would be doing this sort of thing," he flashed one of his awkward smiles. "Not that I mind it, but I want to be that sort of person for you too, even if I've forgotten how to."

"I can be until you remember, okay?" you said softly, barely nudging your fingers against his metal ones, making him take in a sharp breath. The way you always asked permission and waited until he could tear those walls down, it was something he had lost at HYDRA.

Bucky curled the cool metal around your hand in a way that reminded you it was distinctly him. Leaning in a bit more, you asked, "Can I kiss you goodnight?" Those words broke something inside him. Not because of the request. No, it was the question itself- to ask for his choice after living in a world of nothing except orders for decades.

"Yes," he nodded, and that was all you needed.

Sam:

Honestly, Sam had been really confused when you joined the team as a fellow wing- user and went out of your way to help him. Open doors, helping carry his things, and giving him the last seat. Both of you had prior military experience and the same rank, so it wasn't anything to do with that either.

Finally, he had it one day after you got up, as Fury had been speaking to you directly to open the door for an incoming Sam. "Be honest, are you messing with me?" he asked. "I don't get the joke."

"What are you talking about?" you asked in genuine confusion.

"The doors? Cooking me my favorite last week? Helping me out? Not to mention the suit you're in half the time," he went on, "You're already on this team, and there's no reason to go out of your way just for me."

"It's not just for you, I mean, it is just for you," you stumbled over your words, not composed for once. "I wanted to. For you."

Oh. Oh. Things just got a lot more complicated, but honestly he was glad it wasn't a joke.

Loki

Loki dreaded a mortal party, especially a Stark gala, but it wouldn't be too dull with you at his side. After all, you were the best dressed couple here as you both donned the finest of suits.

Taking his hand in your own, you opened the door as you both entered the party, which always elicited glares the moment he entered a room.

"While I'd usually expect such treatment, being a prince and all, you do realize I don't from you, right?" Loki asked with concern. "As much as I do deserve subjects, you're my partner and an equal in my eyes."

It was true. Despite Loki's many failings, once the two of you had overcome the initial strife, he had treated you with nothing but respect, and you returned the favor.

"Well, someone has to make up for it," you smirked. "You're far from a gentleman yourself." A lie, but you were in a mood to tease.

Loki placed a dramatic hand on his heart, "Excuse me?! I am exactly a gentleman!" Leaning in, he whispered close to your ear, "Although, if you'd like I can be anything but one if we left the party."

At that, you gave him a swift, small kick to the leg. "Fine, I deserve it," he admitted, rolling his eyes at you, before pressing a small kiss to your palm.

"Better," you responded, tugging him along to the drinks table. "Don't even think about playing any tricks tonight."

"You're so boring!" he teased back, knowing full well he'd enjoy facing your wrath later once you discovered he had (temporarily) turned the important guests into frogs.