Sorry that these are so long but stuff like this can't merely be 'summarized', I find that sloppy. You guys must get the 'full effect' (or at least that's what I'm attempting to give you). And btw part two consist of Pietro, Bucky, Thor, and Clint. I might start doing that for all the lengthy ones for now on. (fighting, cheating, making up, he says i love you, and so on and so forth) Hope these are good enough that you'll need a tissue box! :,)
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Pietro

You were finally fed up with it, you have put up with it long enough. Pietro had humiliated you in front of your friends, family, and fellow workers. He has humiliated you in public and privately. And that isn't the worst of it, the worst of it is that it's all just a big joke to him. He can almost never be serious. He's always "kidding" and telling you not to take things so personally. He's always teasing you for not putting up for a simple banter.

He never takes responsibility for anything, you never hear a sorry just excuses and you're sick of it. He shrugs all the important stuff to you aside, like it's nothing. It hurts, why put yourself in a relationship that only hurts?

You loved yourself, you did- but you still had insecurities. A boyfriend isn't supposed to make you feel like shit and degrade you. They should support you and should contribute to making you stronger as you be there for them and do the same. Relationships should be powerful and make two great people even stronger as a team...

In frustration you slam the lid down on your suitcase and zip it up. Pietro won't be back till eleven so that gives you only twenty minutes to finish packing and leave. 'Come on Y/N, have a joke. It's nothing,' a voice plays in your head. 'That's worthless, why even bother to believe that?' He scoffs. 'Ah chill out kitty, just a little fun.' You're huffing now with pent up anger and hurt and knock over a nearby picture of you both breaking it. "Y/N? Is that you?" Pietro's home now, too late. You turn around, tears threatening to spill, when his figure appears in the doorway. First concern clouds his face when he sees me shaking but then disbelief washes over his face when he sees the suitcase and the broken picture. "Y/N-"

"I'm leaving." You say firmly. He opens and closes his mouth, refusing to believe this. "Pietro, I can't do this-this stupid game where I pretend I'm okay with you ignoring how I feel. I just can't. Go find some other girl to humiliate okay?" You try to push past him but he speeds ahead of you and blocks your path. "What do you mean?" He is angry. His eyes were fierce and his brows lowered- you could tell he wanted to yell.

A mouthful of angry words escape his lips. "I've been here for you everyday I can hun, I care about you than anyone else possibly can in this world! I know I'm not here all the time but I'v got a job, a job that actually matters!" He seethes, his voice raising. You flinched inwardly- your job was no superhero gig like his but it meant a lot to you and you worked hard for it. "And if that isn't good enough, I don't know what to do. Unless you want me to quit my job, is that what you want? I already basically give you everything, why not my job? Is that enough for you? Will that make you happy?" His face is now inches away from yours, hot anger radiating off of him. Your heart was racing, you didn't understand why he was the angry one now. In fact, it pissed you off- you're the one who's been treated like shit. He's selfish to be thinking this way, if anything you're always there for him. Sure, maybe he tries to be there but he always got easily overwhelmed and irritable when it came to his job and you asked for something and simply just missed him and would ask for more time...yet on that though, maybe you're the selfish one.

You huff, trying to be strong but instead the huff turned into a shaky breath. Tears, that were already ready to spill, pooled up and fell down your cheeks like waterfalls. His face relaxes and goes from angry to concerned when he sees how upset you trully feel now. For a while you were just crying when he touched your shoulder, "Don't touch me! Don't touch me you-you asshole! Do you not see how unhappy you make me feel? I just want to leave! You always mock and make fun of the things I care deeply about, you never take me or my feelings seriously. You always humiliate me and you never say sorry! Even now you can't see it! Even now you're putting this all on me and how I don't appreciate you. Well fuck you!" You slap him away again when he tries to hug you, your eyes are so coated with tears that he is just a blur. "You never say sorry Pietro, ever." His face fell and he was silent, you pushed past him and went into the room to grab the rest of your things. When you came back through the hallway he was still standing there, motionless. The only thing in motion was a tear falling from his left cheek.

Bucky

"You are never here." You say quietly as he stares at you emotionlessly, leaning in the doorway. You two have been arguing for hours now- it mostly consisted of you doing all the talking though as he just stood there. He slightly rolls his shoulders and scrunches his nose. "What are you even talking about Y/N? You and me work together, I am always with you."

"No, your not. You're always somewhere else in the little head of yours! You don't even pay attention to me and, most of the time, you never even sleep with me! It's like we aren't even a couple, we never spend time together, you're just there! You're are like this...this empty shell that lives with me. I'm tired of you ignoring me and acting like you don't even love me!"You paused for a moment to calm down a bit, and then in a quiet voice you said. "I just want you to talk to me." And to make matters worse, he just stands there and stares at you as if the was if there wasn't anything wrong at all. He's been like this for eight months ever since the incident where Hydra found you both and bad things went down, he blamed himself for that. You always assured him that you were okay and it wasn't his fault- to not blame himself but it didn't matter. Eventually after all his rants of how he doesn't deserve you he shut up.

Today was your breaking point. You lifted your shoulders and gave him a look of disbelief, your eyes start burning and then the tears spilled. "Look, maybe this is my fault okay. Bucky, I love you but this isn't healthy. I think you need time and personally I do too- I mean this in the best way possible, I don't think you're ready for this relationship to continue. Not until you come to terms that I love you always and that I don't blame you for the things that happened and I don't think you're a bad person or that your past is still you. You're someone new okay? I love you...but I think we need a break. This isn't going anywhere. The only thing I'm getting is hurt and you too. I don't want that for us." By the end you nearly lost it. Tears were running down your face and you were hiccuping with suppressed sobs. You tried to stifle with a hand covering your mouth but it was no use.

Bucky only remained looking down at your feet the entire time, refusing to meet your eyes. He only shrugged in agreement and murmured a simple and raspy 'ok'.

You but down on your bottom lip, nodding your head in disbelief for his seeming lack of care and pushed past him. That was the last of it. You drove to your friends house sobbing and the next day your friend and others went back to get your things for you as you remained an emotional wreck. Bucky wasn't present when they went to get your things. It may have seemed like he didn't care but what you didn't know is that he left the house in ruins. He was mentally tearing himself up- he let you go because he felt you could do so much better and deserved better. He let you go because he knew you were right and he loved you. Bucky was torn, depressed and absolutely broken. As soon as you left the house he collapsed in absolute despair. He can endure many things and keep going but a heartbreak was not one.

Thor

"Why can't I just go to Asguard with you? It would be so much better than leaving me for who knows how long, especially when you never tell me." You and Thor were 'trying' to discuss a matter that has had you mad for at least a year now, the problem is though that arguing isn't well contained when it comes to you and Thor. All he ever did was yell and bring up "The Nine Realms need me" and "I have responsibilities and duties to full fill" or "Its not safe and you could get hurt". And all you ever did was roll your eyes and snip back a comment or two. Today you had enough though, Thor never liked you coming to Asgard with him and it was so annoying. It was like he was embarrassed to be seen with you. In the middle of another one of his "Asgard" rants you cut him off. "You know what? Screw you and your stupid planet too, I don't need this and neither do you. You worry about your people, I'll worry about sticking with mine! I'm tired of you being embarrassed of being seen with a human, and mortal. I'm tired of the looks your fucking people giving me, so just fuck it all, we are done!" With that you walked out and sat in the kitchen and waited till he left. It was quiet for a bit and them you heard the crash, a big one, then it was followed by two more and then silence. You considered going to the door but decided against it when you heard the rain pouring outside, you quickly ran to the window to see a huge storm brewing above the house. That's when you saw Thor, on the front lawn, just letting the rain soak him and the lighting crackle around him. Thor glanced over his shoulder at the window you were looking through, water streaming down his face, or could it be...no it couldn't. Regret hit you like a punch and you ran outside but as soon as the front door opened he was brought back up to Asgard and far away from you. You fell on your knees as sadness washed over you and you cried with the wind and rain till you passed out with grief.

Clint

"Really Clint?" You scoffed. You two were infamous pranksters and loved to have fun but sometimes it got old real fast for certain situations. "I'm trying to be mature and honest here and you can't even listen respectively without wanting or being sexual or dumb. This means a lot to me."

"Well the topic involves sex baby! You can't blame me." He tried to gain joke with smug look. He was sprawled on the couch without a care as you took a stand to face him with arms crossed.

"Okay, but seriously why can't you have a serious conversation with me on this. You never tell me what you're thinking. You always brush this-"

He sighed loudly and looked up as if the conversation was old and bothersome. Which it was to him. "What's the rush?" He flashed another careless smile, not seeing the important point.

He was testing your patience. You scoffed and threw open your arms. "We've been together for four fucking years! I want to know where this is going."

He sat up with another sigh, this one more quiet and confrontation seeming. His tone was quiet and seemed to attempt to settle or ease you. "Babe-"

It didn't work, it only pissed you off. You held up a finger to cut him off. "No, don't 'babe' me. I want to get married. I want to have kids. I want to have that cliche barbie life with you Clint except we're badass and live somewhere modest and shit."

He shrugged and shook his head around as if you were simply asking for something at the store that was a chore to him. "Then we'll get married if that's what you want."

You were in disbelief and enraged at this point. You took a step forward and pointed accusingly. "This isn't just about me- you are missing the fucking point!"

"Okay, well please enlighten me." He said, once again smug but this time obviously annoyed and clearly done with the conversation.

You took a breath and tried to calm down. "It isn't that hard- I want to know what you think."

"Really?" He raised a brow.

You were nearly excited. You thought now was the moment of satisfactory truth. "Yes! We've been together forever and it feels still right now. I want to move forward."

"Well, since you are so eager to hear my opinion, I think we're fine." He said, pushing himself off the couch and leaving to go into the kitchen for a cup of coffee that he poured without internal conflicts took or worry of what he just said. You followed him with utter disbelief and hidden rage.

"Fine." You repeated, watching him intensely with a lifted brow as he sipped his coffee without a single fuck.

"Yeah, why do we need to get married to make this official or whatever. It's just a ring. I don't understand the big deal." He said plainly before muttering underneath his breath that the coffee was gross. "I think we need a need coffee machine-"

"No! Shut the fuck up about your coffee. I want this because its a vow for commitment. It's a fucking vow Clint! A statement and promise that you want and need me and that I need you- that we will forever support and be there for one another. It's a symbol for bonding two people together. That is the fucking deal, that's what it means to me. So shove fine up your ass."

"I answered your fucking question! This is exactly why I don't tell you shit." He slammed down his mug and faced you, now angry as well.

"Excuse me-"

He only got closer, his face inches from yours. "Want to talk about talking seriously? Marriage is unnecessary, a waste of time, it's also dangerous. Best to keep our relationship a secret and not permanent at least to the public. We have shit to do. And enough with the kids. I understand you want them, me too but we're agents sweetheart so knock that out of your pretty little head." He said, tapping lightly on your head. He was mocking you, making fun of you. Your idea, your dream was just a joke. Suddenly you felt tears sting your eyes and you backed away shaking your head only slightly.

"Fuck you."

He only sneered and crosses his arms. "Yeah? Real mature Y/N."

You were holding back your sobs but you couldn't stop the hiccups. That only pissed you off more. You couldn't even hold back the river of tears. "Mature?! You want mature? Fine, well I have realized that this won't go anywhere so I'm leaving. How's that for mature-" you cried, storming out of the room before he even had a chance to say something. He could've chase you, yes but even then he was in shock. In that moment he hated himself. The things he said were not his own words but someone else's. When he expressed his wish to marry Y/N to someone he considered a friend, he was mocked. He felt horrible for relaying these things to you. He wasn't entirely sure why he did it all he knew is that he never hated himself more than he did in that moment. Of course he wanted to marry you and have kids... But he also knew the dangers of it, restrictions and his own conflictions of the matter. Him just thinking of it made himself angry and frustrated. It was why he always tried to bounce the idea away and change the subject in hopes you would drop it even though he knew you wouldn't. He had it pent up for so long, masking his anger that today he finally blew up and he hated himself for it. With deep regret he watched as you left him wishing he could take it all back and run away with you, leaving it all behind.

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Hello! It has been FOREVER! Finally finished and cleaned 'most' of this up today. PLEASE leave comments- I love them. ❤️❤️❤️  I love to hear your guys thoughts as long as they are respectful and mature.

~ Hannah