Tony

At first, he didn't hear you all the way from his lab and around the sound of metal grinding against metal. But Jarvis soon alerted him that you were in your bedroom, screaming and tossing for someone to go away. At first, he thought there was someone trying to take advantage of you and ran towards the room as fast as humanly possible. Maybe someone got in?

Your eyes fluttered against your eyelids and you let out another air piercing scream. "Get off me!"

He opened the door just as you screamed those three words and found you tossing and turning in bed, the sheets tangled alarming around your neck and your arms pushing against a person that wasn't there. He was relieved at first when he didn't see anyone there in the room with you.

"No! Stop please!" Your pleads made Tony jump onto the bed and shake you when that didn't work he tried everything he could think of until you actually awoke with another scream on your lips. The first thing you noticed was tony straddling your waist with a horrified look in his eyes and secondly what you noticed was that tears were swimming in your eyes.

A sob escaped your throat but you refused to let the tears fall, but when you did finally collapse into his chest you let a few tears soak his t-shirt.

"Honey, what was that all about?" He whispered and you shook your head, just tugging him down and guiding his hands around your waist that was still shaking from the dream.

"Just hold me."

While you slept that was all he did and in the morning when you realised that you didn't move, a smile was on your lips for the rest of the day.

Steve

At first, it started as small whimpers in your sleep. Steve being the light sleeper he was, woke up with a groan on his lips when you started moving around jerkily in your shared bed. It didn't annoy him that you were moving but he barely got any sleep and rarely got to sleep in a bed cuddled up to you. He knew that you froze up during your nightmares like you were paralysed in the dream so he started to shake you away slowly.

"Hey, I got you. Wake up (Y/n)." He whispered in your ear and you panted softly in your sleep, like you were running a marathon, "Come back to me."

His voice stunned you awake and suddenly all you could feel was his arms around you. The nightmare you had wasn't that bad but all nightmares were always remembered so you just clung to him during the night like you always did and slept soundly with your Captain America.

Clint

You guys did have a thing going. But you were an assassin that had been captured by shield, who left you in a highly monitored prison cell. You knew Clint wouldn't let anything happen to you because he refused to interrogate you and didn't let any other shield agent enter the room who had negative intentions.

So when he was monitoring your cell half asleep and he heard you yell, it was like he got shot. He jolted upright and raced towards the door with his bow in his hand and an arrow ready to fire. But instead, he saw you withering on the cold, metal ground he dropped the bow lightly and made it to your side, kneeling and pulling you into his lap.

"(Y/n)" he said quite loudly, but not anyone loud enough to hear what was happening inside the cell, "Come on, I wanna see your beautiful eyes."

Jolting awake you pushed Clint backwards and stumbled groggily to your feet, feeling the nightmare wash off you like water washing dirt off the body.

"Clint?" You whispered into the dark room and you heard a grumble of a reply that sounded like a chuckle, "oh god sorry I just- I. Um."

"It's okay, you don't have to explain it."

You loved how he understood you. You absolutely loved how you didn't have to tell him anything because he knew what you were going through and it was honestly the best feeling in the world.

Bruce

You feel asleep in his lap while he was reading a book on the advanced anatomy of the human body. You were curled up with your head resting on his shoulder and your legs resting wherever they placed themselves. In the middle of your slumber, you got to your feet and walked out into the hallway without a sound, not even a whisper escaped your lips.

"Are you sleepwalking?" Bruce wondered aloud, closing the book and following you around stark towers until you got to your room. You found a pillow and clutched it tightly, making Bruce chuckle lightly, "what in the world are you-"

A scream escaped your lips and you dropped like a stone, ripping the pillow apart with your sharp nails and rage that was flooding through your veins.

Bruce quickly gathered your violent frame and restricted your arms from hurting yourself, and became your personal teddy bear.

"Hey wake up, it's okay." Desperation coloured his tone as your screams turned to whimpers and you suddenly turned silent as your eyes opened.

"Bruce?" You whispered with shock and surprise, "You're here?"

He could feel your heart pounded through your thin t-shirt as he pulled you close and rested his chin atop of your head. Your legs wrapped around his waist and you made a silent vow to never let him go.

"Never going anywhere."

Loki

Yourself and Loki were banned from sharing a room together because of an interesting incident that contained a bunch of fireworks and his magic. So naturally, you tried to sneak into each other's rooms only to have Frigga staring you both down like a hawk.

You hated sleeping by yourself in the palace because your room was so large in size and you loved to cuddle with your boyfriend who was also your own cooling system in the summer.

You don't know what time it was but judging from your internal body clock it was around 11 pm and you were craving sleep. So you, in your nightgown collapsed into the pillows and slowly drifted off,

When you awoke you felt sweat coating your body and got the occasional flashback of your nightmare. Monsters coming out of the dark just to watch you scream in fear.

Without any further thought, you got up and tiptoes through the palace, eyes wide at any shadow that flickered in this large place. You reached Loki's door within a few minutes and knocked lightly, he didn't answer for a few seconds and you were just about to knock again when he opened the door with impatience on his features.

"Why are you knocking on my door at- oh." Once he saw whom it actually was at the door, he swept you into his room and kissed you roughly on the mouth, "What's wrong, my love?"

"I had a nightmare." You answered with sleep still covering your tone like ice and he sighed deeply with what seemed like concern in his eyes.

Without a second thought, he swept you up into his arms and carried you over to his bed that was ruffled from what was him sleeping before.

"Go to sleep now love, I won't let anything get you."

Bucky

Your nightmare began in a room. There was nothing significant in the room apart from concrete walls and a door that lead who knows where but you felt at ease in the room for some strange reason until she walked in.

She was Natasha Romanoff, your previous interrogator when you were working as an assassin for hydra. She used every method known to try to get information out of you including bamboo shoots under the fingernails but you didn't even flinch. The only reason you got out of that place alive was that Bucky, he knew you didn't know anything so he stood up for you til the end.

Right now she was circling you like pray, she snapped into action and dug the point of her pistol into your leg and then pulled the trigger. It let out a satisfying 'bang' and all you felt was a pain. You guessed you deserved it, you did this countless times to other people so why do you deserve better?

And suddenly your eyes were open and a familiar metal arm was squeezing your arm tightly like Bucky was trying to squeeze you awake.

"Hey, hey." He said quietly and you looked around the room like a wild animal, searching for any sign of the nightmares you just woke up from, "Are you okay?"

You shook your head vigorously and he cupped the back of your head, whispering to you about how much he loved you, kissing you with as much passion as he could muster and telling you how he was never going to let you go.

Thor

It was midnight and all you could hear was the sound of Thor breathing quietly beside you. You rarely got scared when he was by your side during any situation, knowing he could summon his hammer within a few seconds and protect you from whatever scared you.

In Asgard, there wasn't really anything to fear but you had a sudden sense that you needed to be somewhere that wasn't in a huge bed next to your boyfriend. So you got up as quietly as you could, tiptoeing towards the door and opening it without a sound.

You slipped out and it was like your feet guided you to where they wanted to go, you walked barefoot through the winding and twisting corridors only to find yourself at a pond that looked shockingly cold. But when you dipped a foot in it was surprisingly warm and from there it was like another force overtook you and soon you were submerged underwater, with mud I between your toes and little plants wrapping themselves around your ankles.

At first, you were at peace, looking up at the sky that was freckled with brightly lit stars from your place underwater reminded you just how small you were and that you couldn't breathe. You choked on water as you tried to inhale and panic set into your veins, trying to swim up was the worst part because your body didn't allow it.

"(Y/n)" The voice sounded like it came from above the water but you couldn't see anyone past the bubbles that were wrecking your vision, "(y/n)!"

You jerked awake and felt like you could breathe again, like everything that wasn't clear before now was clear. Tears that were as warm as the water in the dream cascaded down your face and Thor rubbed your back soothingly as you cried into his bare chest.

"It's okay, my love," he whispered and started stroking hair back from your year staining face, "I've got you."

(Steve's imagine from the previous chapter ) You get Hurt

He wasn't overly concerned about you working with him on a mission because he knew you could handle yourself better then most people did. He also knew if you were working with him there was a less chance you would get injured because you were with him the entire time. But today was different. Today was meant to be a simple go in, rescue hostages and come back out.

But one simple grenade made your life hang in so much danger.

You were heading towards the control room which had all the things you needed to shut down the building that you were on. You found it with some minor difficulties and settled yourself into a chair.

"Cap's girl in position," you whispered and got ready to kill the lights in the whole place.

"I really like that name," Steve whispered into the comm unit and you giggled quietly.

"On my mark. 3...2...mark."

You shut down the lights when he said mark but suddenly you were blown backwards a few metres into a steel wall with an impact that made a few of your ribs crack.

"Caps girl, report!" A voice that sounded like Steve's said in your ear but you couldn't find the breath to response so instead, you let out a small groan. You should have known at least something on the control panel was bugged and you were pissed you didn't find it out sooner.

The door swung open and in came Steve with his shield in hand and determination etched across his features. He saw you slumped against a wall with pain and agony on your normally calm features.

It took him 4 long strides to make his way towards you and pick you up in his strong muscular arms. You let out a small cry of pain as your ribs protested at the movement but you refused to scream because you were a goddamned shield agent. And the one thing you learnt was the never give up. Especially when Captain America was your boyfriend.