Tony:

You were sitting in your apartment, watching the news as usual, but something on the news caught your eye.

It was a picture of you. And Tony. Getting coffee.

"Up next: has Tony Stark finally gotten over his past love Pepper Potts and moved to another girl? Find about the mystery girl after these messages," the reporter announces. You sigh. He was famous!?

Suddenly, there's a knock at the door. You hesitantly leave the TV and get the door, worried that it's a bunch of news reporters.

It just so happens that it isn't reporters. It's Tony.

"Oh hey," he greets as if you two have been close friends for a very long time.

You glare at him. "Why the hell didn't you tell me that you were famous, and that all of this would happen?" you yell.

Tony looks taken aback, but then stops to think. He walks into the apartment then shuts the door behind him. He begins to walk around until he finds a comfortable seat in which he sits down in.

"Well... (Y/N), it's not so bad when we think about it. The press keep bugging me about Pepper and how I'm doing since our breakup," he paused for a second, "and they won't stop bothering you about this anytime soon. So why don't you go to my party tonight? It'll be super cool,"

You shake your head. "I don't have stuff to wear to a party," you whine.

"Come on. You'd look great in anything, even your pajamas," Tony states, trying to convince you to go.

"Fine. But if I'm trampled by the press, you better have an intense escape plan to get me out of there."

"Yay!" Tony yells and then leaves your apartment. You just stand there totally confused. Time to get ready for a party.

Steve:

You take a seat at one of the tables in the kitchen. Business has been very slow recently. From what you've heard (from eavesdropping), the place might be shut down, leaving you without a job.

You sigh again and then hear the bell on the door ding. You get up and walk over to the table that he's sat down at.

"Hello, welcome to Mel's Kitchen," you start, handing out the menu, "is there anything I can get you to drink?"

The man looks up, and it's Steve. "Hello ma'am. Nice to see you here again," he greets. You turn beet red.

"Hey Steve. How have you been lately?" you ask, because it has been a few months since he last stopped in.

"Very busy. And you?"

"The opposite. This place looks so... empty. I don't know what I'm going to do when it closes," you reply sadly.

"I'm sure you'll find something! You're so kind and enthusiastic, you'll have no problems," he comforts.

"Yeah, probably." You mutter, trying to change the topic.

"Would you like to sit down since it seems like you have nothing else to do?" He asks you.

"Only if we can call this a date," you reply boldly.

"All right. (Y/N), would you go on a date with me?" he asks in a formal tone.

You laugh, "Of course!"

Clint:

You now had Clint's number, just in case of a bucket list emergency where you needed assistance. The funny thing was, he was good at everything. Even making girls fall in love with him.

Next on the list was to ride on the back of a motorcycle in Paris. You didn't even remember putting this one down, but decided it would be fun anyways. Minus the Paris part, of course. There was no way you could get to Paris.

The thing was, none of you knew anybody who had a motorcycle, so you decided to text Clint:

*Hey, do you have a motorcycle?*

"Oh god," you think to yourself. This is the dumbest, weirdest question ever. Your phone dings a moment later, signaling that you got a text.

*Uh, I could get one. Is this bucket list stuff?*

You facepalm even more. He could get one! You didn't want him spending his money on a motorcycle just for you.

*Can you ride a motorcycle? Also, if this thing is going to cost you any money, then I don't want you to do it.* you reply, proud of your answer.

Your phone automatically gets his text right after you sent yours. A quick replier. Bonus points for him. (Wait what?)

*Don't worry about it. Have your crew meet me at 36th.*

So you round up your crew to walk over to 36th. Not before putting on a cute outfit, of course.

There sits Clint on a motorcycle. You walk over to him. "I have no clue how you did this, but thanks."

"Are you up first then? This is all legal stuff right? You guys just wanna go for a ride?" He asks. That probably would have been a good idea: telling him what the bucket list was.

"Yup. Lets go?" You ask, putting on a helmet. [Safety first]

Clint catches you off guard and goes speeding on. You cling onto his back, trying not to admire his tight core muscles. You can't help but laugh.

Suddenly, he stops during the ride and pulls the bike over. "This is our stop," he explains.

"But this isn't 36th..." you trail off, completely confused.

He takes his helmet off, his hair still looking great. "Of course not, I'm taking you on a date, whether you like it or not!" he says, dragging you into the building.

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Such a busy weekend ugh. I have reviews for finals, so I could only get one half of the boys done. The next ones will be posted soon (a lot sooner then next time), so thank you all!