(Just FYI Requests ARE closed! I may open them back up again at some point, but to fulfill my need for angst (BECAUSE EVERYONE WANTED FLUFF *TEARS*) I'm writing a really short, yet really sad preference. Okay? Okay. Let's go.)

Steve: "You in?"
"I'm in, Steve, calm down. I have to go radio silent now, okay? I love you." you said, turning off your transmitter before Steve could protest. Lightly steeping your way across the hall, your mind stayed on the mission. You held your gun, cocked and ready to shoot at any moment, when suddenly, you were on the floor a sharp, shooting pain in your side. You kept your self from screaming and stayed silent, swiftly shooting the man who had just shot you. He fell to the ground with a heavy clunk. You tried to put pressure on your now heavily bleeding wound, a pool of blood still surrounding you. You couldn't risk turning on your transmitter. They would know you were there, HYDRA would get you, HYDRA would get Steve. "Steve!" you whispered out. Still keeping pressure on the bullet that had pierced your gut, you took some of the blood and wrote "I Love U" extremely aware that if HYDRA saw it, they'd know Steve's weakness would always be you, even if dead.
"It's my job to die. I knew it would happen-" you stopped, as a loud noise startled you. The doors busted open to the hallway, and Steve, Bucky, and Natasha came in. Steve came and picked you up bridal style. "You were silent for too long. You don't take that long to infiltrate, and definitely not that long to hack into stuff." he quickly explained, taking you away to leave Natasha and Bucky to fend for themselves. "What would I do without you?"
"Die, probably." he said, loading you onto a stretcher.

Tony: "HOLY CRAP! I'M GONNA DIE!" you screamed out. Tony fearfully rushed into the room, concern pasted in all his features.
"What?! What, are you okay?! Babe, tell me you're... Alright...?" he looked extremely confused. You stared at your hands in sheer terror. Blood. Blood everywhere. Stupid glass vase that had to be washed... And now you had cuts all over your hands and feet, basically everywhere. "Tony, do not come in here. There is glass everywhere."
"JARVIS, take care of it! I can't do anything for her out here!" Tony frantically yelled.
"Tony... I'm gonna faint. I've lost a lot of blood, just call an ambula..." you fell onto the ground.
"Crap, Y/N! The one good thing in my life." Tony whispered under his breath.
"Ambulance on the way, Mr. Stark." JARVIS said. Tony carefully made his way over to you, avoiding the huge shards of glass. "Upsy Daisy, Y/N." he said, easing you into his arms. "Don't leave me, Babe. You can't leave me, Babe. You're all I've got." he whispered, rushing you to the ambulance.

Bruce: "PAPERCUUUUUUUUT!" you screamed out from the office. "Woah, must be a nasty cut, for you to scream that loud. You don't ever scream." Bruce walked into the room. "It hurts!" you whined. "Okay, okay, I'll go get you something. Head into the kitchen, I'll be there in a second." You quickly obeyed, and sat down at the kitchen table. You eyed the glass of what you thought was water and grabbed it, downing nearly half of it before setting it down. You then realized it wasn't just water, it was Lemonade, but that almost made it better. "Okay, we've got waterproof or just normal fabric." Bruce said, coming in with one of each. You turned, as your arm hit the cup, knocking it over. The sour drink spilled all over the place- including on your fresh cut. "HAVE MERCY, IT BURNS BRUCE! IT BURNS!" you yelped. Tears started flowing down both of your faces- yours of pain, and Bruce's of laughing too much. "You're such a klutz, Gilligan. This make it better?" he planted a light kiss on it. "Yeah..." you sniffled.

Clint: "Clint! I'm down, and I'm probably gonna be out for a bit." you yelled through the earpiece I was pressing upon. "Get out of the line of fire. Is it bad?" he said. You started moving out of the fighting range, and looked down at your leg. "Well... I don't know if I'll be able to use my toes again. So, no, not really."
"Toes can be replaced, honey. I'll find you after I finish the mission, keep your tracker on." You huddled up where no one could see you, and sat for what seemed like hours. (It was only 30 minutes, which you later learned.) "I'm here, Peeta. Let's go get you fixed up." he came from above and picked you up with ease, running as fast as he could. "Why are we going so fast, Clint?"
"Big boom." he said. You smiled. Only Clint could still save you while blowing up a building. "Okay..." you closed your eyes and leaned your head against his chest.

Thor: You lay on the couch, carefully pressing the ice pack on your black eye. "Good morrow milady! What are we to do today? Oh, dear!" Thor walked in, happy until he saw your grim expression. "Fight. You don't want to know." you grunted out, pain from a million different bruises shattering your usually kind demeanor. "Darling, I'm sorry, what can I do?" Thor asked, genuinely concerned. You rolled your eyes- he was like this every time you got hurt, which happened to be a lot. You looked at the fuzzy place where you could tell Thor was and glared at him.
"Nothing, Thor. I'm fine."
"But you're hurt. Milady, I can't let that happen ever again."

Loki: "CRAP!" you yelled out from the middle of the contained fighting. Staring down at your lower abdomen, which now had a heavily bleeding gash, you hit the ground. "I'm hit! Repeat, I'm hit!" you yelled through your earpiece. You started crawling towards the ship that had brought you here, with a med bay that would hopefully save your life. With no warning, Loki appeared by your side. "Up we go, Y/N. They let me come get you for once." he grabbed you and pulled you up. You stared confused, and then found yourself being laid on a hospital bed. "What?" you muttered. "I'm not just the God of Mischief, I can do basically anything." Loki smiled.

Bucky: You let the tears stream down your face as you sat at your best friend's graveside. No one judged, no one stared, in fact, there were others crying more than you were. But her death hurt you more than them, she was like family to you, and you had just lost the last part of your family you had left. You could barely drive home in your distraught state, but somehow made it home alive. You collapsed on the couch and began sobbing yet again. You heard the lock of the door click open and footsteps come into the room, knowing fully well it was Bucky. You had scheduled to go to a doctor's appointment with him, and weren't going to back out on that promise. He sat down beside you, and wrapped his arms around your cold, shaking body. You cried into his shoulder, the pain almost unbearable. "It's okay... It's alright..." he whispered, squeezing you tightly until you stopped your crying.

(So some of them were angsty, and some of them were cute. ALSO: *shameless self promotion cue* I HAVE A NEW BOOK OUT CALLED "THEM". I only have one chapter out, but you should read, comment, vote, whatever. Adios mi amigos!)