A/N: Contains mild swearing.

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Clint Barton/ Hawkeye

Weeks had passed since you had left Clint. You didn't want to, but the relationship had become strained and you had to do what was best. One night, you had decided to hit a bar; the exact same bar all that time ago. Just as you had ordered your second drink, you heard a masculine voice speak from behind you.

"Can I sit here?" You turned around to see a very sorrowful Clint looking at you.

"Don't see why not," you shrugged. Clint sat down next to you at the bar and ordered a drink. You sat there in awkward silence while drinking, both too stubborn to make the first move. After a while, Clint decided to swallow his pride.

"Y/N, I want to talk to you. Is there somewhere more private we can go?" You nodded.

"I've got a place not far from here." You finished up your drinks and walked to your apartment. When you got there, you unlocked your door and turned on the lights.

"Sorry about the mess," you said. Clint looked around to see the various empty cans and junk food packets scattered across the floor. You both sat down on the couch and he took a deep breath in.

"Look Y/N, I didn't come here to make small talk. I came to get you back. Please? I can change. I can be the man you want me to be." His words broke your heart and you cupped his face.

"Oh, Clint. The problem wasn't that you couldn't change, it was that you did. I love you, all of you, and leaving you is one of the hardest things I've ever done." Tears were beginning to fill your eyes.

"Then why did you?"

"Because you shut me out. If you want to be with me, you've gotta opening up to me." Clint's eyes held a glimmer of hope.

"Does that mean you'll take me back?"

"Only if you promise me that you'll start talking to me." Clint crashed his lips down on yours.

"I will." Clint kissed you deeply and you wrapped your arms around his neck as he pushed you back on the couch.

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Tony Stark/ Iron Man

Your creativity had taken a huge hit since you broke up with Tony. You hadn't been to your studio in weeks and you had to take some time off from your job. Fortunately, you had an understanding boss. In the meantime, Pepper had been letting you stay with her. Tony had tried contacting you many times but Pepper had managed to keep him at bay. One afternoon, Pepper was out. Hearing a knock at the door, you got up to answer it, thinking it was the delivery you were expecting. You opened the door to see Tony. The moment he saw you, he grabbed you and pulled you into his arms. You were shocked at first but then you pushed him off you.

"What the hell do you think you're doing here?!" you snarled.

"I need you back Y/N. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I can't sleep without you by my side."

"What makes you think I want you back?" Tony dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around you.

"I need you Y/N. You're my babydoll, the love of my life, my everything," he sobbed.

"Really? I'm not just some controlling, manipulative bitch?" you said coldly. Tony's head snapped up and he looked up with tears in his eyes.

"I called you that?"

"Among other things." Tony started crying again.

"I'm so, so sorry. I can't apologise enough. I've become my damn father! You've changed me. I know slipped up but you've changed me for the better. Please, please forgive me," he sobbed, holding you tighter and burying his nose in the fabric of your top. Your heart broke for this deeply troubled man.

"Tony look at me." Tony looked up at you and you chewed on your bottom lip, considering if you really wanted to say the words you were thinking.

"I'm going to give you another chance but if you blow it, we're through." Tony stood up and captured your lips in a passionate kiss.

"Thank you," he whispered.

"This doesn't mean I'm ready to start sleeping with you again; you've got a lot to make up for." Tony pulled you into a tight hug.

"I get it. I'm just glad you've taken me back. I'll do anything for you."

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Pietro Maximoff/ Quick Silver

The weeks had passed since you broke up with Pietro. You had thrown yourself into your work and were beginning to feel better. One night, you got the phone call.

"Hello?"

"Y/N, it's Wanda." You hadn't spoken to her since you had broken up with her brother.

"Wanda? What's going on?"

"It's Pietro; he really needs your help."

"Is he okay? What happened?"

"I can't get him do anything. He won't eat or sleep. He just lies in his bed all day. At one point I convinced him to take a shower and now he won't even get dressed. I know he hurt you Y/N, but he's hurting too." You paused for a moment. You still cared about him, but he really did hurt you.

"Okay, I'll be there soon."

*

When you arrived, Wanda hugged you and led you straight to Pietro's room. You knocked on the door but there was no answer.

"Just go in," Wanda whispered. You entered, and saw how dishevelled his room was. The curtains were closed, there were pictures of the two of you scattered all over the floor and finally on his unmade bed, was Pietro. He was sprawled out totally naked with the sheets barely covering over his lower area.

"Pietro?" you called in a soft voice.

"Y/N?" He lifted his head and saw you. Within seconds, you were in his arms.

"My Princezná, my beautiful princess, I am so sorry." You blushed a little but hugged him back. "I know I hurt you and I'm so sorry. Please forgive me."

"You'd really want a nag like me?"

"I'm sorry. That was just my temper talking. It'll never happen again. Please, please take me back," he begged.

"You've got a lot to make up for."

"I'll do it. I'll do anything, anything to get you back."

"Anything?"

"Anything."

"Good. Start with a shower and then take me out to dinner." Pietro smiled widely and gave you a passionate kiss.