Clint

You heard Clint giggle from the other side of the couch.

"What is it?" You asked with a smile, moving so that you sat up.

"Oh nothing." He tried and failed to stop laughing like an idiot.

"You've gotta tell me!" Your expression quickly turned from amused to annoyed. "You can't just laugh and not tell me the joke."

He looked up at you, smiling like a dope "It's really not that funny."

"Just tell me."

"I was looking at these proposal fails, they're so good." He let out another laugh.

"I hate you." You rolled your eyes subtly, getting off of the couch.

"C'mon (y/n). This guy proposed by putting a ring in a burger bun." He shoved his phone in your face as he got to you side.

"Yes okay Clint." You laughed a bit and went over to the kitchen to find a snack.

You felt him take you by your hand and turn you around.

He pecked your lips. "I'm just saying... I could do so much better."

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer. "Doubt it, what would you even do?"

You seriously did doubt his proposal skills, he's a hero named after a bird that shoots a bow and arrow. He isn't exactly the most impressive, in general, really. (Though you loved him more than anything)

"Oh yeah. I'll explain my big plan."

"Go ahead, if you're so confident." You separated yourself from him and finally got biscuits from the cupboard.

You both sat on the counter, sharing them as he explained.

"I'd find the perfect girl, and we'd love each other more than I love target practice."

You scoffed at his attempt at a joke.

"Which I've done."

You smiled at his comment and left another kiss on his lips.

He is very cute, you thought.

"And I'd spend at least three years with her." He added.

"More than check. We've know each other for four, haven't we?" You asked.

He nodded and started to swing his legs as he thought of the next thing.

"Then I'd prove to her that a could be romantic."

"Check." You said, remembering the bouquet that was on your desk last week.

"And then, one day, I'd distract her immensely while my friends set up the obsolute perfect dinner in the next room." He finished. "Which I've just now completed."

The biscuit you were eating quickly fell to the floor.

"You've got to be kidding." You whispered.

He shook his head and took you by your hand, physically having to make you move from your spot.

Luckily Steve and Bucky had managed to stumble out of the door just as you two walked in.

The whole room was dim, only illuminated by fairy lights, it left you wondering how they were put up so fast.

Your brain had just processed that, when Clint got down on his left knee, taking a red box from jacket pocket.

He revealed a simple and beautiful ring.

"I told you I could do better."

You practically dove into his arms, laughing and crying like an absolute moron.

"Is that a yes?" He asked, his eyes crinkling in a smile.

"Yes." You were absolutely exasperated as he placed the ring around your finger.

Bucky

You were both kind of half asleep and it was about nine in the morning, the usual time for an avenger to wake up. So you were all communally sitting there eating breakfast.

Your head was on Bucky's shoulder and you were kind of glaring about, not because you were angry, but because you really hadn't had your coffee for the day.

"Can I ask you something?" He mumbled out in that sweet morning voice that came out of the corner of his mouth.

You made a sound in recognition and took a sip of his coffee.

He didn't seem to notice, he as sleepy as you were. The whole team didn't really notice either.

"Will you marry me?" He asked as his left arm pulled you closer.

Your head spun in its dazed state as you turned to him, checking to see if you were dreaming.

Then you looked to the rest of the people in the kitchen, did he really have to ask this now?

They looked just as confused as you, plus, they sure as hell woke up quickly after hearing that.

But you mumbled out a recognisable: "Okay, sure."

And Bucky was content with that, and you carried on half cuddling on your conjoined stools.

You could feel him smiling faintly as he left a kiss on your temple.

It left you very happy in the next hour (when you'd woken up) and the avengers so very befuddled.

Loki

His POV

I closed my eyes as I wrapped my hands around her body. It was just as I had remember it, as perfect as it was before I left earth.

I could hear her sobbing into my clothes, and for a moment I didn't care how it looked, I was purely lost in the feeling.

It was the feeling of the strongest love.

I hadn't felt it before, but I knew it as soon as she crackled out a small statement of "I missed you so much."

I ran my hand through her beautiful hair and felt my eyes begin to water, she was with me again.

"I'll never leave you again." I whispered and this time it wasn't just a thinly veiled lie from the god of mischief.

I was gonna make sure I kept that promise forever, and I realised how I could do that.

I pulled her body from mine to see her beautiful, tear stained face.

"I never want to leave you again- I can't leave you again. I love you."

At those words her eyes widened and she smiled that drop dead gorgeous smile.

"Please marry me (y/n)."

She nodded vigorously and pulled my lips onto hers.

And with that, I was the happiest being alive and I was content that I would never have to leave my love again.

Pietro

Pietro remembered the exact time that he decided he'd propose to you.

When he woke up his hands were trembling and he was sweating like he'd ran halfway across the world, but one thing was on his mind, he was going to be engaged to you by the end of the day.

And he thanked the Lord when he saw you that morning, because you were possibly more beautiful than you'd ever been before and he was absolutely sure that your eyes sparkled just a bit more the usual.

He was being oddly thoughtful that day aswell, kissing you when he knew you wanted it (All the time) and he nuzzled his face into your neck and whispered how much he truly loved you into your ear.

You replied in kind, smiling at the not so perfect man you had learned to love, and you ruffled his pretty silver hair and watched him pout.

He fluttered his eyelashes at you as you sat opposite each other at the dining room table. "I want to take you out tonight." He decided, seemingly out loud.

"Really? Where?" You asked as you took a sip of your hot drink.

"How about you meet me at the park at eight." And you knew it wasn't really a question, it was more of a: I'm gonna take you out on the best date ever and you're gonna like it.

You didn't particularly mind. It was Pietro.

He stood up abruptly from the table and ran over to you, giving you a lingering kiss before grabbing his coat and heading out.

"Where are you going?" You asked as he reached the door.

"I'm gonna go and set up the time of your life." He winked at you and took in that wide smile that you sent back. He loved that smile and your ever so slightly tinged pink cheeks.

But you never arrived to see the time of your life, and he wasn't able to give it to you.

So there he sat, on the dew covered grass, not particularly caring that the sun was about to rise again, and he looked up at your stupid headstone that actually really brought no help to him.

All he could do was just sit and stare, with tears all over his hands and face, but then again, it could have been dew.

"(Y/n)." He said as he closed his eyes and breathed in. "I love you, still. I guess I never got to ask this when it mattered, but, will you marry me?" He opened his eyes to see the bland chunk of stone again.

After no answer, like expected, he pulled the ring from his top coat pocket and placed it on the stone next to the flowers he had placed down.

He wasn't angry or sad that you weren't there to say yes, he knew that you would if you could.

Perhaps that was the only thing that kept him sane for a while.

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A/n

I'm so sorry for not updating, school has been hectic. Some more chapters are coming though.

Thanks to my darling Internet friend for the Bucky idea, I tried to be as creative as possible.