>> Steve <<

It's been about a week and a half since you left your note in Steve's apartment and walked out of his life. It killed you to leave him, you still cared about him after all, but it was something you had to do. Today Fury called the whole team into a meeting about an upcoming mission. No one was expecting Steve to show up, considering he hadn't been at work since he ran off to find Bucky. Everyone filed into the conference room and sat down around the large table, trying to ignore the unusually empty seat at the end of it. Fury began his speech about the building layout and goal of the mission. About ten minutes into Nick's barrage of information, the door opened to reveal a man that hardly anyone could recognize. He stood in a pair of jeans, a skin tight t-shirt, unkempt hair and a beard. Steve.

The whole team stared at him dumbfounded as he shuffled into the room and took his seat.

"Carry on," he rasped. He looked terrible, like he completely stopped caring for himself. You all turned your attention back to Fury, but you couldn't help but notice Steve's gaze in your peripheral vision. He didn't take his eyes off of you for even a second. You wanted to run out of the room, down the hall and out the front door without looking back, but that wasn't an option. Once the briefing finished, everyone filed out of the room to go their separate ways and prepare for the mission. You made a beeline for your room, but a large hand on your arm stopped you.

"Y/N, can I talk to you?" he asked. You steeled yourself and refused to turn around.

"Now you want to talk?" you replied.

"Yes. Can you please look at me?" he begged. You hesitated, then slowly turned to meet his gaze. Now that you were closer to him, you could see the bags under his eyes and the lines in his forehead. He led you to the couch to sit down, then he stared deeply into your eyes. "There's no excuse for the way I treated you, so I'm not going to make any. All I want to say is that I'm sorry. I was so caught up with finding Bucky that I forgot about the woman I love. I understand. I would have left me, too. I'm a horrible boyfriend."

You sighed at his words.

"You're not a horrible boyfriend. You care about your friend; there's nothing wrong with that. I never wanted you to forget about him, I just wanted you to not forget about me," you admitted, mumbling the last part.

"But I did, Y/N, I forgot about you. I can't even forgive myself for how I treated you, so I won't ask you to, either. I'm sorry Y/N," he apologized. He let go of your arm and made his way toward the door, unable to keep looking at you without crying. He turned the knob and started to walk out. It was then that you realized just how much you needed him, and how much he needed you.

"Steve!" you called. He stopped and kept his head held low.

"Yes?" he answered.

"How about a second chance?" you offered with a teary-eyed smile. His eyes shot up and he stared at you warily.

"Really?" he questioned.

"Really," you confirmed. Without thinking, he ran back to you and gathered you into his arms, holding on like it meant his life. After a few seconds he rested his forehead against yours and closed his eyes.

"Im sorry. So, so sorry," he whispered.

"I know, it's ok," you reassured him, reaching your hand up to his cheek. Your thumb travelled along his jaw, feeling the roughness of his new beard.

"I really need to shave, don't I," he joked.

"Nah, it's growing on me," you grinned. He chuckled and placed his lips on the tip of your nose, causing you to scrunch up your face.

"I love you, Y/N," he chuckled.

"Yeah, yeah, I love you too. Now go make me some cookies," you ordered.

"Right away, Princess."

>> Tony <<

It's been a few days since you broke up with Tony. In all honesty, you don't even remember how long it's been since you've been so busy job hunting. You were sitting at your kitchen table and staring at your laptop, your brain becoming mush as you scrolled through yet another page of open jobs. You leaned your head on your hand and slowly dozed off to sleep, only to be rudely awakened when your head slammed into the wooden table.

"Ow!" you yelled, quickly grabbing your forehead. You decided it might be good to get your energy back up, so you padded into the kitchen in search of coffee. You placed the grounds and water into the machine and turned it on, then leaned on the counter.

Knock knock

You perked up at the telltale sign of a visitor.

"Coming!" you called. You hurriedly grabbed a robe and threw it around your body, tying it tightly in the front. You ran back to the door and opened it with a smile, but your face fell when you realized who was there. Tony. You sighed and slammed the door in his face, not letting him say a word.

"Y/N! Come on!" he pouted.

"Go away Tony!"

"I just want to talk!" he begged.

"Oh, you suddenly found the time in your schedule, did you?" you sassed. There was silence from him for a minute, then he started to speak again.

"I know you can hear me, so I'm going to talk whether you want me to or not. I know I've been an idiot, there's no disputing that. My priorities were all wrong; I never should have put anything, especially work, ahead of you. I recognize how much you do for me, and I truly am grateful for it. I understand if you choose to ignore all of this, but I hope you'll find it in your heart to forgive me," he explained. "Have a good night, Y/N."

You heard light footsteps recede into the distance, leaving you fighting yourself. Don't do it Y/N. Don't even think about it. Unfortunately, not even you could talk yourself out of going after him. You groaned and stomped toward the door.

"Tony!" you called out. He turned around and looked at you, full of guilt. "Come inside."

He hurried back down the hall to your apartment and walked inside, setting down a large box on the kitchen counter.

"What is that?" you inquired.

"I ordered pizza," he grinned slightly. You rolled your eyes. There was a moment of silence.

"So... does this mean you forgive me?" he asked sheepishly. You though this over for a few seconds.

"That depends, where exactly do I sit on your list of priorities?"

"First and foremost," he affirmed. Seeing him like this, setting aside his usual arrogance and admitting his mistakes, made you want to look past his flaws and mistakes.

"Well, I may just be willing to give you a second chance," you started. His entire demeanor changed to one of hope. "But I'm not going to work for you again. I don't think mixing work and our relationship worked out very well."

"In that case, I'll be writing you a sparkling recommendation," he smiled and took your hand in both of his, kissing it and reveling in the light of forgiveness.

"Now, you should probably find something to eat in the fridge because this pizza is all mine," you warned.

"Of course," he chuckled.

>> Bucky <<

After Bucky walked out, everyone expected you to lock yourself up in your room and cry. However, you recognized that, whether you were happy or not, you had responsibilities and a job to do. You got up in the morning and dragged yourself to work, went through the motions, then dragged yourself home to your bed where you remained the rest of the night. The team tried to get you to eat, but you had no appetite. All they could get you to do was drink water, which was an achievement in itself.

Today you got back from a meeting with a bunch of information you didn't actually retain, and all you wanted to do was collapse onto your bed and sleep again. You did exactly that, only today was different. As soon as you hit the cool comforter, your eyes landed on your phone, which you picked up and turned on. Your lock screen read the date: one week since Bucky left. You tried to respect his space, knowing that he had things to figure out, but you had to at least know if he was ok. Without hesitation, you found Steve's contact and hit call.

"Hello?" he answered cautiously.

"How is he?" you inquired, getting straight to the point.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Oh spare me Rogers, I've been through enough this week and you're fooling no one by saying Bucky isn't at your place. How is he?" you demand.

"Uh-um... not great," Steve sighed, causing your heart to sink immediately.

"What do you mean 'not great'? Tell me what's going on!" you pleaded.

"Y/N," he sighed again. "He hasn't moved from the couch in a week. Every night he has a dream and he wakes up yelling and calling out for you. I don't know what to do."

"I'm coming over," you decided. "Don't try to stop me, I'm already half way to my bike."

You hung up on Steve before he could get another word in. You quickly made your way to your bike, then you hopped on and revved it up, rolling out of the garage at full speed.

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You knocked loudly on Steve's front door, and as soon as he opened the door you walked in.

"Where is he?"

"Y/N, I don't think he wants you to-"

"That's not what I asked, Steve," you interrupted. "Where is my boyfriend?"

"He's on the couch," he caved.

You cautiously padded over to the couch, and the sight before you filled your heart with dread. Bucky's beard had grown out, his hair was a mess, his shirt had been discarded and the coffee table was littered with empty beer bottles. You knelt down in front of his sleeping form and took his hand in yours, letting a few stray tears slip.

"Buck," you whispered. "Buck it's me."

His grip on your hand tightened, then his eyes slowly fluttered open. Once he saw who it was in front of him, he tensed and sat up immediately.

"What are you doing here?" he questioned.

"Talking to you," you replied.

"You shouldn't be here. We've been over this, I'm no good for you," he mumbled, refusing to look you in the eye.

"You're wrong. I need you James," you argued.

"No, you don't. I'll only tear you apart."

"You know what's tearing me apart James? You being gone. I'm going through the motions, I'm barely functioning. I've lost all feeling. Please, just come back to the tower," you begged.

"Why, so I can have an episode and almost kill you?! I'm dangerous!"

"You could never be a danger to me. You wanna know how I know?" you asked. He looked at you through his eye lashes. "Because no one else in this world has ever loved me as much as you do. You're the only one that can make me feel safe, and besides, you promised you would never let anyone hurt me. That includes you."

His eyes shifted to the floor quickly, then back to yours, but now they were brimming with tears. He grabbed your shoulders and pulled you into him, letting you bury your face in his chest. It was nice for a moment. That was until you felt all of his muscles turn to stone, then he shoved you away. You squinted your eyes in confusion when he grabbed the hem of your shirt and yanked it up, revealing your torso. His right hand shook as he ran his fingers over your ribs.

"Oh, Y/N," he whispered, his features laced with concern. "Have you been eating anything this week?"

"Well... I guess I haven't exactly had much of an appetite," you admitted. He sighed and pulled your body into his again, this time much more gently.

"I love you so much Y/N," he breathed. "So, so much. And that's why I'm taking you to get a big, fat cheeseburger right now."

"Roger that, soldier."

>> Pietro <<

Pietro's POV

About 10 minutes after Y/N slammed the door, I decided to open the box she threw at me. Peeling back the wrapping paper, I slowly revealed what was under it: a scrapbook. Every single page was filled with pictures from our time together, and next to almost every picture was a cute little note that only she could write. My heart sank and I realized exactly what I had done. I placed it next to me and buried my face in my hands, sighing heavily. Suddenly, there was a knock on my door,

"Pietro, can I come in?" Wanda asked.

"Sure," I mumbled. Wanda slowly entered the room and sat down next to me, placing a hand on my shoulder.

"What happened?" she whispered lovingly.

"I don't want to talk about it," I replied, though I knew that was useless. As she read my mind and watched the scene from earlier unfold, I tried to block it out, but I couldn't. Everything Y/N said was right, and I feel horrible about it. Soon the memory is over, and I'm left in my silent room again. That is, until Wanda smacks the side of my head.

"You're a jerk!" she yells.

"So I've been told," I countered, raising my hand to hold my head where she hit me.

"You'd better find a spectacular way to apologize, and you'd better do it soon," she warned, getting up and leaving me in my room alone again. I flopped back onto my bed, brainstorming ways to make this right.

Your POV

You were at the gym on a treadmill, trying your best to blow off as much steam as possible. Before you knew it, you had been working out for almost three hours, and you were completely exhausted. You grabbed your stuff and changed in the locker room, then walked out the front door and started making your way to your car. Just as you were about to hit the unlock button on your key fob, you were transported to an entirely new place in seconds. Once you stopped moving, you realized you were on a rooftop, and, turning, you saw the man that got you there.

"What is this about Pietro?" you sighed.

"This is my apology," he admitted, staring into your eyes, searching for any hint of emotion.

"I'm listening," you replied.

"I realize I've been a child. Unfortunately, it took me being an absolute jerk and you getting hurt for me to realize that. I've been selfish and ignorant, and I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry Y/N. From now on I'll listen to everything you have to say, and I definitely won't forget any more anniversaries," he spewed. The side of your mouth turned up slightly at his words.

"Did you like the scrapbook?" you questioned.

"Yes, of course. I love it," he reassured you quickly.

"What made you come around?" you wondered. He hung his head low in embarrassment.

"Wanda may have, quite literally, smacked some sense into me," he answered. You stifled a laugh, then threw your arms around his neck.

"Alright, Speedy. Take me back to my car, I want to go home."

"As you wish."

>> Bruce <<

Bruce stalked upstairs to the party, dreading what was awaiting him. He knew that even if the dinner went well, there would be massive amounts of tension between the two of you. As he opened the door, he was greeted warmly by the team, SHIELD agents and others. It took him awhile to make it through the crowd because of all the conversations he was pulled into, but his ultimate goal was to get to your room. He knew that was where you would be, since you always retreat to your bed when you're upset. After what felt like forever to him, he made it to the hallway, where he found your bedroom door. Without asking for permission, he slowly opened the door and slipped inside. Once the door was closed and the sound from outside was drowned out, he noticed you lying on the bed with your arm resting on your forehead. Bruce coughed.

"Everything looks amazing out there," he complimented.

"Only the best for Dr. Banner," you mumbled. Bruce sighed and sat down on the edge of your bed.

"I'm really sorry Y/N. I know you spent a lot of time and energy putting this together for me. I really do appreciate it, but it shouldn't take an elaborate party just to get me to leave the lab and pay attention to you. You're right, I spend too much time working, and I'll work on that, because you deserve to know exactly how important you are," he apologized. You sat up and took his hand in yours.

"You're forgiven, Bruce. Now, let's go have some fun," you smiled.

"Gladly," he replied, leading you out of your room and back into the party.

>> Loki <<

After you broke up with Loki, you continued to spend time with Thor. At first Loki refused to admit to anyone, including himself, that he was in the wrong. However, as he became more and more lonely with each passing day, he started to realize exactly how right you were. He knew that you would only be angry if he showed up unannounced and tried to talk to you, so he sat down to write you a letter. Once he was done, he teleported to your apartment and left the note sitting on your coffee table, and he was gone as quickly as he came.

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After you got out of the shower and threw some clothes on, you made your way into the living room to set up for a game night with Thor. You were confused to see a letter on the table that wasn't there before, so you picked it up and opened it, immediately recognizing Loki's elegant handwriting.

My Dearest Y/N,

I know now that I was wrong to treat you the way that I did. I believe that the reason I behaved the way I did is because I am so accustomed to Thor eventually taking things from me, and I didn't want him to take you, too. Of course, you were never mine to begin with, for I do not own you. If anything, I belong to you, because I find it increasingly harder to function every day that I am away from you. I care for you deeply, and I hope that we will be able to resolve our differences and be friends.

Deepest Regards,

Loki Laufeyson

You sighed as you picked up your phone. You clicked on Thor's contact name and texted him. 'Can we do game night tomorrow? Something came up.'

Then, without hesitation, you called Loki. It took seconds for him to pick up the phone.

"Hello?" he answered, sounding surprised.

"Hey, come over," you demanded. Suddenly he was standing in front of you, which both scared you and made you smile. You had temporarily forgotten about his teleportation abilities.

"You requested me," Loki urged.

"Yes, I did. I don't want to be your friend, Loki," you stated. His face fell, and tears began to collect around his eyes. "I'd like to still be your girlfriend. You made mistakes, but you've also made it clear that you're sorry, and that's all I can really ask for."

"Really?" he asked incredulously.

"Yes, really," you smiled. He allowed his tears to fall as he pulled you into a tight hug, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Thank you," he whispered.

>> Thor <<

Surprisingly, it only took Thor about an hour and a half to figure out that he screwed up, and he had planned on apologizing to you face to face. However, his plan was derailed when he got to your door and heard you cleaning up the broken glass, muttering some choice words under your breath. He knew you were too angry to speak to, so he came up with a plan B. He got a piece of paper and started to write you a note.

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You filled up the dust pan with another load of glass and stomped over to the trash can to empty it. After dumping the pieces in, you noticed a piece of paper on the ground. Setting the dust pan down, you walked over and read it.

It was wrong of me to behave the way that I did. I now know that I am not the only one worthy of wielding Mjolnir and that I was wrong. Not only can you lift it, but you wield it with honor and dignity. I hope you will teach me to do the same.

-Thor

It was clear that he hadn't devoted much time to perfecting his penmanship. That, combined with his apology, softened the hard lines on your forehead. Then you heard a quiet shuffle outside the door, and you could see the faint shadow of his knees sitting on the other side of the door. You couldn't help but giggle to yourself. You picked a pen out of the junk drawer in the kitchen and wrote a reply.

You're forgiven.

You slipped the note back under the door and he picked it up to read it.

"YES!"

>> Clint <<
Clint's POV

As soon as the  door to the gym shut I was met with complete silence, but the next thing I knew I was being slammed into the wall by Natasha.

"You idiot! Do you realize what you just did?!" she scolded.

"What I did?!"

"Yes, you! Tell me, do you ever feel bad about how your muscles aren't as big as Steve's or Thor's, or how you aren't as smart as Bruce, or as rich and famous as Tony?" she demanded.

"Yeah, I guess-"

"Now imagine that Y/N constantly shoved those things down your throat," she growled before switching to a high pitched voice. "Oh my gosh, look how strong and tall Steve is! Bruce has to be the smartest guy I ever met. Thor is so powerful, isn't he incredible?"

Suddenly the weight of what I had done dawned on me. I'm the reason she's insecure.

"I'm an idiot...," I whispered.

"Yeah, I know," Natasha agreed.

"I need to talk to her," I resolved.

"Not so fast, you've earned yourself at least three hours of silence," Natasha warned.

Your POV

It was late at night and you decided that taking a swim was the best way to blow off steam. You went into your bathroom and changed into a black bikini, then you walked back to your room to grab a few things before heading down. As you were walking through your room, you caught your reflection in the full length mirror on the wall. Slowly walking over to it, you started to notice every single thing about your figure that you deemed "imperfect". As you poked and prodded at yourself, you started to think more and more negatively about yourself. This is why I'm not good enough for Clint. My chest isn't as big as Natasha's. Neither are my butt or hips. Everything about her is so perfect.

The more that you thought about these things, the more upset you got. Soon there were tears streaming down your face and you were hunched over, your arms wrapped around your torso. You were so caught up in your own thoughts that you didn't even notice that there were knocks coming from the door.

"Y/N? Are you in there?" Clint asked from the other side of the door. You didn't answer. "Y/N?"

"Go away Clint," you rasped, immediately getting his attention.

"Are you... crying?" he pried.

"I said go away," you sobbed, unable to hold back. Rather than listening to your requests, Clint swung the door open and took in the scene before him. Upon seeing you in tears, he ran up to you and grabbed your shoulders.

"Honey why are you crying?" he interrogated.

"Look at me!" you yelled, throwing your arms in the air and stepping away from him. "I'll never be as tall or as perfect as Natasha. I'm not as strong as her... and she's so beautiful. I get it Clint. I understand why you like her more."

"This is all my fault," he cried, letting tears of his own fall as he stared into your eyes. He walked toward you again and too your hands in his. "I've been an idiot, and I won't try to excuse that. But I can assure you, never once did I ever think that you aren't as good as Natasha. Yes, she is beautiful, and she can fight and shoot a gun, but she isn't you. She can't make me laugh or smile the way you can. She isn't the reason I wake up in the morning or the reason that I can't wait to come home. You are."

"You still deserve better," you argued.

"Well guess what hon'," he smiled, grabbing your waist and pulling you closer to him. "It doesn't get better than you."

"I love you," you admitted, resting your head on his warm chest.

"I'll never stop loving you," he answered, kissing the top of your head and hugging you tighter.

>> Peter <<

Your POV

After hanging out at your friends house for the night, you decided that it was about time to start headed home. The sky was dark and filled with stars, which mesmerized you. Your distraction proved dangerous, however, when you were unexpectedly yanked into an alleyway by a masked man.

"Let me go!" you screamed, only to have him clamp his hand over your mouth. You did the only thing you could do; you bit his hand. Hard. He let out a yelp, and you seized the opportunity to start screaming. After just a few more seconds of screaming, the man let go of you and you fell to the ground. Punches and grunts could be heard, and when you turned around you saw none other than Spider-Man fighting off your attacker. You remained on the ground, trying to stay out of the way and process what was happening at the same time. After a minute or so, Spider-Man landed a punch straight to the guy's head, knocking him out cold. As soon as he was no longer tied up, your hero approached you and knelt down.

"Y/N, are you ok?" he asked you frantically, grabbing at your limbs to check for injuries.

"I'm fine. Wait- how do you now my name?!" you demanded. He chuckled and looked around to make sure there were no witnesses, then he reached up to his neck and peeled off his mask.

"Peter?!"

"Yes, that's me," he grinned.

"You weren't kidding when you said you were Spider-Man... oh my gosh I'm such a jerk!" you scolded yourself, slamming your palm into your forehead. He chuckled again, removing your hand from your head and helping you stand up.

"No, I wasn't."

"Can you forgive me?" you asked.

"Of course, babe."

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A/N

I'm so sorry those took so long for me to write. I was literally working for weeks XD. I hope you enjoyed them. Don't forget to vote :D