(So the last chapter happened. Wow. Much sad, much anger. Lots yell, no Bueno. Now this chapter! Much yay, lots love. No sad, bye anger. Enjoy!!)

Steve: "Has anyone seen Steve?" you asked the rest of the team when you walked into the room the next morning.
"I don't think he left the gym last night," Natasha offered. You sighed a mumbly thank you and made your way to the elevator. Tony stopped you by grabbing the crook of your arm. "I'm sorry if I caused this..." he muttered, and he really looked sincere. "It's okay, Tony. It was just a friendly lunch, and we know that," you smiled and walked into the elevator. You pressed the button for the basement, where the gym was, and thought about what you were going to say. The doors opened, revealing the room, and the only sound you heard was a repetitive smack as Steve's fists hit the bag. "Steve?" you asked, and got an angry grunt in reply.
"Listen, I don't know if you'll believe me, but Tony and I really are only friends. We got out to lunch sometimes, only because I've formed a friendship with him. I've never been unfaithful to you, ever! I love you, Steve, everything about you, and I respect our relationship. I care more about us than I do myself. So what I'm asking, is for your forgiveness. I'm sorry." Steve stopped punching the almost in pieces bag. "I'm the one who should be apologizing. I didn't contact you at all in Brooklyn, and I should've. If I'd called, you'd have been able to tell me about your lunch with Tony, and I'm so sorry, I can't deal with not talking to you, last night killed me, please forgive me, I'm such and idiot!" He rushed up to you, his blue eyes pleading for your mercy. "I guess I can forgive you... This time," you smiled, and Steve took your face in his hands, kissing you passionately. "I'd say you guys made up?" Clint laughed as he walked in with his gym bag.

Tony: You were serious. You were at Natasha's and had been for a month. Tony had made many desperate attempts at trying to speak to you, usually ending with you cursing at him or simply flipping him off. This time... Something was different. You had gone out for a walk, when you got a call from Bruce.
"Sup?" you asked into the phone, sipping your caffeine-laden Starbucks latte.
"I know you're gonna hate me for this, and I swear that he didn't put me up to this so you'd pity him. But Tony is doing terribly. Since the last time you turned him down, he's barely eaten,  he's drunk a lot- way more often than normal, and he doesn't talk to anybody, not even JARVIS. We're all really stressed out for him... And I think you're the only one who can save him from himself. Please?" he begged. You knew it was serious, since Bruce was calling. You sighed, thinking of all the times you'd spent with Tony- the beach, movies, parties. You couldn't let him go, even if a part of you wanted to to. "Y/N? Will you talk to him?" Bruce snapped you out of your thoughts.
"Sure. I'll be there in five," you said, and hung up. When you got there, Bruce threw the door open.
"Thank you. He's in his room." He shoved you toward Tony's room. You knocked, gaining a mumbled come in.
"Hey, Tony," you said as you walked in. He looked at you, shocked. He was a mess, even more than he looked like after coming from the lab.
"Oh. It's you. I suppose Bruce called you?"
"Yeah. But, hey, I came, didn't I?" you tried to lighten the mood. He gave you a silent stare. "Okay... Uh, well, Tony, I..." you thought of what you had planned to say, when you realized- you did want him back. That's why you came, you couldn't stand him being like this.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been like that, it was dinner, and a whole week is way too long. I'll work on it, I swear, but I get it if you just wanna..." He didn't finish. He thought you wanted to leave him?
"I love you, Tony Stark, you dummy. Come here." you held open your arms and he bounced up into them, greedily stealing a kiss, too.

Bruce: You looked at the texts you had exchanged the day before yesterday. You had been a little jerk, and you realized that now. You started composing a text. Bruce, I'm sorry about the other day. Can we meet up? Your finger hovered over DELETE, but before you could tell yourself otherwise, you slammed the SEND button. Almost seconds later, he replied. Yes, how about the cafe where we met? Right now. You smiled to yourself. You loved that place, like a second home. On my way now. you replied. You grabbed your coat on the way out the door and started running towards the cafe, eager to see Bruce again. When you arrived, he was already waiting and you wrapped your arms around each other as he lifted you in the air. You continued the embrace, whispering your apologies and sharing many small kisses. "I'm so sorry, Bruce, you aren't a monster. And thank you for finishing the paperwork. Fury would've fired me if I hadn't gotten it done, and I was really struggling. Share the credit?" you giggled. He nodded, "Sure, Agent Y/L/N." You both went into the cafe, hand in hand, smiles from ear to ear.

Clint: "Y/N? I know you probably won't answer me. But I shouldn't have gone off on you. I love you, and I know you love me, but I get if you don't wanna see me for awhile. And for the record, who cares what your parents think? We have each other, and that's all we really need, am I right, Peeta? I love you." The tone went off, telling you the message had finished. You wiped the tear that had come falling down off your face. It hadn't even been that long since you'd fought with Clint and you already wanted him back. You fingered the key in your pocket that Clint had given you to his apartment. "I'm coming back for you, Katniss. And I'm not leaving this time," you smiled to yourself, because honestly, he was right about your parents. They were a pain a lot of the time. You grabbed a spare jacket and slid it on- it was too big, so it had to be Clint's, and then ran out the door to his apartment. When you got there, you slid in the key and quietly unlocked it. He sat on the couch, with no shirt on and when he turned to see you there, a huge smile appeared on his face. He dropped his beer and bounded up to you. "I missed you," you whispered at the same time. You giggled, "I should sneak into your apartment more often."

Thor: "Who is it?" you yelled from the couch. You were in a Doctor Who marathon, and nothing and no one was stopping you. "Tis I, Lady Y/N," you heard through the door. Okay, maybe Thor could stop your binge watching. You grabbed Ollie's leash, too lazy to use your powers, and went to the door. You opened it, and two large, muscly arms wrapped around you almost immediately. "I am so very sorry, Fair Maiden, for I have gotten angry and irrational towards you. I was simply surprised that you could see. If you would, I would like to begin the dating ritual again with you and give you these daisies. You said they smell the best, so I got those," he asked after he let go of you. "I'm the one who should be apologizing. I should have told you sooner. But I guess we're over that now. Thank you for the flowers. Tonight at 8:00 work for you?"

Loki: He hadn't tried to ask for forgiveness yet, and you assumed that was because he didn't think he needed to. A knock on your front door brought you out of a television coma, and opening it revealed Loki. "I called your parents. I apologized to them. I'm more than grateful that they forgave me for what I did."
"I'm glad you asked someone for forgiveness, at least," you replied, leaning on the door frame.
"I wanted to ask you to forgive me, as well. I recognize I went too far, though I didn't see it at the time."
You smiled, and nodded. "Just don't do it again."
"Of course not, my queen."

Bucky: "Bucky?" you whispered at the doorstep of the house your boyfriend had shoved you out of nearly two months ago. There was no answer, but Steve had told you he was at home. You put in the key that Bucky hadn't asked for yet and hoped he wouldn't kill you, stepping in. You went through the house, finally reaching the living room. "Bucky?" you said as you walked in, seeing him with a soda in his hand, and no shirt, simply watching TV. "Bucky-Bear?" you used your nickname for him, and he turned.
"Who the heck is Bucky?" he said, nearly giving you a heart attack. You got into a fighting stance, recognizing the gaze that passed over you as Winter's. It suddenly changed to the Bucky's you knew and you relaxed. "Okay, too soon?" he asked. "Way too soon, jerk," you sighed in anger and relief. You both looked at each other, unsure how you'd been without one another for so long. "We both went too far, didn't we?" Bucky asked.
"No, Buck, it was all me. I should never have said anything I did. You're not him anymore, and I know that. I don't deserve you, if you think that you were the cause of our fight."
"We're grown adults. We make mistakes. I've thought about it, and I could never be without you, but I want you to promise you'll never say something like that again."
"On everything I've got, I promise that," you replied, hugging him gently. "No more fighting."