Clint Barton/ Hawkeye

You were at the bar where you first met Clint. This time though, you were dressed in your casual clothes.

"Well, if it isn't the Runaway Bride," you heard a familiar voice say behind you. Turning around, you saw Clint with a big smirk on his face.

"Hey, I'm not the one who ran out on my wedding," you shrugged.

"Maybe not but you did run away, and you were a bride," he said, sitting down next to you. You called the bartender over and ordered a couple of beers.

"So how'd everything go after you went back?"

"Naturally, my dad was pissed but he can't be too mad at him. Apparently, my ex-fiancé is now my brother-in-law." Clint burst out laughing at that.

"I take it the wedding presents weren't wasted then?"

"No, they were not. Dad made sure that my ex paid for my expenses for the wedding." He continued laughing at you.

"So, you know about me and my messed up life, why don't you tell me about yourself?"

"Okay, fair, enough. I say you've earned it," he smiled.

...

Tony Stark/ Iron Man

You were at another gallery function; this time supporting your friend who was becoming a quite successful photographer. To your surprise, you once again bumped into Tony Stark.

"If it isn't the little artist. Got any works tonight?" he asked smirking.

"No, no. Tonight I'm just here for a friend."

"I see. So, are you featured any of these pictures?"

"Pfft! Please. Like anyone would be taking pictures of me."

"Don't sell yourself short. You're a gorgeous woman," he said, his eyes roaming over your face, then down your body.

"You're too kind, Mr. Stark."

"Call me Tony," he smiled. Tony's driver suddenly came to get him. "It's been fun seeing you again Y/N. I hope to see more of you."

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Pietro Maximoff/ Quick Silver

After your incident with the speedster, you had exchanged numbers. Just as you were debating whether or not to call him, your phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hi, is this Y/N?" an accented voice on the other end asks.

"That depends. Is this the cutie that saved my life the other day?"

"Oh, good. I was worried you had given me a fake number. Listen, do you want to go get a coffee or something?" he asked hopefully.

"I'd like that." A while later, you went to meet Pietro a nice little cafe.

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Thor Odinson

Today was the day of your big LARPing event. You were dressed in your armour, complete with a shield strapped to your arm and sword fixed to your hip. You completed the look with war-paint. Yes, you definitely looked the part of a fierce warrior.

"Lady Y/N," you heard a familiar voice boom. You looked around to see Thor coming up to you. This time, he was wearing ordinary clothing.

"Hi Thor," you smiled.

"Are you off to this battle of 'LARP', as you say?"

"I am. Would you like to join me? They won't allow you on the field with me, but you can watch from the stands."

"I would be honoured, Lady Y/N. I'm sure you will be victorious."

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Sam Wilson/ Falcon

You were once again out training. This time, you had gotten up earlier and remembered to bring your water bottle.

"On your right," you heard behind you. You shifted out the way to let the jogger pass and to your surprise, you saw Sam.

"Didn't think I'd... see you here," you panted.

"Been trying out... a new track," he puffed. "What'd you say... we make it a race?"

"Sounds like fun."

"First to that tree over there... wins. Loser buys winner breakfast."

"You're on."

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Natasha Romanoff/ Black Widow

Ever since your encounter with her in the training room, Natasha had taken you under her wing. She had been teaching you how to fight and gradually, you had been improving. It wasn't as if you couldn't fight, but under Natasha's tutelage, you could definitely improve your skills.

(Sorry this one isn't as good as the others)

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Bucky Barnes/ The Winter Soldier

Finishing another shift at the bar, you waited for your friend, but they had flaked out again. You tried calling them but they never picked up and you were becoming increasingly nervous after what happened the last time you tried to walk home.

"Hello, uh, Y/N, right?"

"Y-yes?"

"It's Bucky. I'm the one who helped you the other night?"

"Oh yes, I remember you," you smiled. "I hate to ask this of you but could you walk me home again? My friend didn't pick me up and I'm scared to walk home."

"It would be my pleasure," he smiled.

"What are you doing here anyway?"

"I was hoping to see you again," he admitted.

"Well I'm glad you did. If it's not a problem, would mind walking me home tomorrow night? My friend's kind of a flake."

"It's not a bother."