Clint Barton/ Hawkeye

Still in your wedding dress, you headed straight to the bar and ordered two shots of vodka, downing them immediately. Feeling a set of eyes on you, you turned to see a man smirking at you.

"What the hell are you staring at?!" you snapped.

"Sorry. I just wasn't expecting a 'Runaway Bride' situation," he grinned, his eyes flicking over your attire. You groaned in frustration.

"You know, you put in months of hard work into a relationship and what do you get? Your groom runs off with your brother," you complained.

"Brother? If anything you'd expect 'sister'." A smile spread across your lips for the first time since getting ready for your wedding.

"I was expecting that myself," you laughed. "I'm Y/N, by the way."

"Clint," he said, extending his hand and you shook it.

"What do you say I buy you a drink and we can trash-talk your ex?"

"Sure thing," you grinned.

...

Tony Stark/ Iron Man

You were an aspiring artist, hoping to sell some of your work at a gallery function. So far, everyone hadn't given your painting or sculpture a second glance. A man in sophisticated looking suit approached you.

"Why so sad, gorgeous?" he smirked. You blushed and it took a moment to regain your thoughts.

"I've been trying to get people to look at this artist's work but no one will even give it a chance." You suddenly went into detail about your work but refusing to use your own name. You excused yourself to go the bathroom and when you came back, your work was gone.

"Excuse me, what happened to the work that was hanging here?" you asked one of the curators.

"It was just purchased by that gentleman over there, along with another work by the same artist," he said, pointing over to where the man from earlier was standing. He sauntered over to you and handed you a business card.

"If you have any more artworks for sale, I'd love to take a look at them some time." You looked down at the card in your hand to see it read 'Tony Stark' along with a phone number.

...

Pietro Maximoff/ Quick Silver

You were walking down the street, minding your own business, when you heard a woman scream. You looked just in time to see a toddler run out on the road. Without thinking, you ran out scooped the child up into your arms and braced for impact as a car sped towards you. Closing your eyes, you suddenly felt a gust of wind and when you opened them, you were staring back into a set of electric blue orbs. The man put you down and the child's mother rushed over to you, tightly holding her baby and expressing her gratitude. The sobbing woman left and you turned back to your own saviour.

"I guess I should be thanking you," you said breathlessly. The stranger smirked at you.

"Don't mention it. Saving beautiful women is just an ordinary thing for me," he said in a thick accent.

"At least let me buy you a coffee. My name's Y/N."

"I might just take you up on that offer. I'm Pietro."

...

Thor Odinson

You were in the park practising your swordsmanship for an upcoming LARPing event. A man armour suddenly approached you.

"Fair maiden, your swordsmanship is most impressive," he complemented.

"Thank you. Are you a LARPer too?" you asked, looking over his attire.

"I am not familiar with this term," he said.

"LARP stands for Live Action Role Playing. I thought surely you must be, given your outfit."

"I am Thor, son of Odin, prince of Asgard. I wear this armour to protect me in battle," he explained proudly.

"Well, I am Y/N, daughter of (dad's name), resident of New York," you said, copying his stance. It took a while but you eventually figured out that he was the real-deal.

...

Sam Wilson/ Falcon

You were in training for the New York City Marathon. You had woken up later than you intended so the summer sun was out and starting to get hotter as you jogged down the track. The heat suddenly got to you and you blacked out. A while later, you were woken by water being splashed on your face. Your eyes fluttered open to see you were not in the same spot you had collapsed in. You blinked a few times to see a man hovering over to you.

"Miss, are you alright?"

"Wha... what happened?" you asked, still a little dazed.

"You collapsed on the track and I carried you to the shade. Here, drink this, you're probably dehydrated," he said, handing you his water bottle. You thanked him and drank from it.

"My name's Sam."

"I'm Y/N."

"That's a nice name. What do you say, we go somewhere for you to cool down a bit and I buy you a cold drink?" You smiled at him.

"Sounds like a good plan."

...

Natasha Romanoff/ Black Widow

You were a new recruit to S.H.I.E.L.D. You were currently in the training room, grappling with a dummy.

"You know... if you tucked your body in a little more, you'd use less energy." You turned around to see a beautiful red-head enter the room.

"You're Y/N, right? The rookie?"

"I-I am," you stammered.

"I'm Natasha," she introduced herself.

"Natasha? As in Natasha Romanoff? As in Black Widow? Oh, my gosh, I am a huge fan!" Natasha looked a little taken aback, not used to being shown such positive attention.

"Sorry, listen to me fan-girling, but it's not every day you meet your idol," you blushed. Thankfully she smiled.

"Don't worry about it sweetie. How about I teach you how to do that move properly?" she offered.

"I'd like that," you smiled.

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Bucky Barnes/ The Winter Soldier

You had just finished your shift at the bar you worked at. Your friend was supposed to pick you up but they never showed and your phone was dead so you couldn't call anyone. You knew walking home in the dark was a bad idea but you had no other option. You were suddenly approached by a heavily intoxicated male.

"Hey pretty lady. Wanna dance?" he slurred.

"No thanks," you said, turning your nose up at his stench.

"Wasn't a question." He grabbed you and pulled you close to him.

"Get off of me I said no! Let go of me! HELP!" you screamed. The man just smirked at your actions. Suddenly, a fist knocked the guy to the ground.

"The lady told you let her go!" the new-comer snarled. The man held his jaw and stumbled away.

"Are you alright, Miss? Did he hurt you?" he asked. You shook your head.

"I'm fine now, thanks to you."

"I'm Bucky," he smiled.

"My name's Y/N."

"Y/N, would you like me to walk you home?" he offered. You regarded him carefully. Well, if he was going to attack you, he would have done it by now and it certainly would make you feel safer.

"Yes, thank you Bucky."