Idea for Tony's given to me by milessmorales
Idoot gave me Clint's DJ_Tatortot and also Pete's is partly based on one day when we went bowling it was gr8

There are NO Endgame SPOILERS.

Summary: A cute moment between you.

QOTP: Captain America or Captain Marvel?

Word Count: 3355

Bruce -
You're reading on the couch, and you can't get comfortable for the life of you. One second you're laying on your back, the next on your stomach, the next you're upside down.

Bruce, who's sitting at the other end of the couch, reading his own book, chuckles. "Can't get comfortable?"

You sigh, resting the book on your stomach. "No, not really. It's difficult to find a comfortable reading position."

He sets his book down, too. "Come here."

You pick up your book and half-tumble to the floor, then get up and sit in Bruce's lap. He holds his book out in front of him, then rests his chin on your head. "Better?"

You open your book again, cuddling into him. "Better."

Bucky -
It's late, and you're both sleepy; you've been busy all day. Now is the only time you've had to just sit down and be with each other, so you're cuddling on the couch. His arm is around you and your arm is around his waist. Your free hand is playing with the fingers on his metal one.

Suddenly, you say, "You know, I've been thinking about something."

He looks down at you and softly replies, "Yeah?"

You crack a smile. "You must be great at the robot."

"Well..." he trails off. Then, he stands up and starts doing the robot. Very badly.

You start laughing as he hits his metal hand with his other one and makes his arm swing up, effectively hitting himself in the head. He winces. "Ow."

"Robots don't feel pain."

"This one does."

You sigh jokingly, looking at the pout on his face. "Would a kiss make you feel better?"

He smiles and, instead of answering, practically throws himself onto the couch next to you and kisses you all over your face.

"James Buchanan Barnes!" you shout, laughing.

He places a final kiss on your lips. "That definitely made me feel better."

Clint -
Clint is deaf. Amongst the Avengers and their associates, that fact is well known. There are very few people that can remember a time when he wasn't. You aren't one of those people; you met him after.

He has hearing aids - custom-made by Tony - but they only do so much, and he doesn't like to wear them all the time. He's pretty good at reading lips, so this isn't a problem, but it's much easier for him to use sign language.

So, you decided to learn it.

You've been learning it for months now whenever you could, and you haven't told him because you want to surprise him. And today, Natasha has deemed you well-versed enough that you're ready to show him.

You both look for him around the tower for a while and ultimately find him in the kitchen snooping through the fridge. He has his hearing aids in, and he looks up when Nat clears her throat.

He goes to say something, but you sign 'Hi' at him. At first, he's not sure if you're actually doing sign language or just waving, but then you ask, 'What's up?'

He stops, but he's unable to respond. He doesn't know what to do - a hundred emotions just hit him at once. Tears are forming in his eyes.

Forgetting that you're supposed to be signing once you see him crying, you walk over to him and ask, "Clint? Are you okay?"

He just pulls you to his chest, unable to stop the flow of tears. He half-chuckles. "I don't know why I'm crying this much."

You chuckle, too. "You're just overly emotional."

He pulls back, touched beyond comprehension. "You-You really learned sign language? For me?"

You nod. "Of course I did. Now we can talk to each other without Tony having any idea what we're saying."

He laughs and wipes his eyes with his sleeve. "You're amazing. I love you."

Instead of verbally replying, you sign, 'I love you, too.'

Nat keeps herself from crying so the video she's taking won't be shaky.

Peter -
You, Peter, Ned, and Michelle decide to go bowling, and when you get there, split up into teams of two - Ned and Michelle, you and Peter. You'll play a game, and whoever loses has to pay for all the future games you play that night.

You get your shoes and go to pick your ball, which proves to be a difficult process for you. "Why are they all so heavy?" you complain, nearly dropping one on the floor. Peter laughs and, having already chosen his ball, helps you find yours.

He goes off to find one and comes back with the lightest one he could find - a kid's ball, designed to look like a beach ball.

"A kid's ball?" you ask incredulously, taking it from him nonetheless. To your dismay, it's light enough that you think you'll actually have to use it. You sigh and put it on the ball return, causing everyone else to laugh.

After you buy some cheese fries, the game begins. Ned and Michelle are both somewhere in between mediocre and really good. Peter is very close to being really good.

You absolutely suck.

You won't stop getting gutter balls, at which Ned and Michelle shake their heads and say, "What a shame," in a sarcastic tone.

You're well aware that Peter is your only hope to win, so you hype him up as much as possible because he's carrying this team on his back.

Halfway through the game, you think maybe you'd make better progress by squatting and rolling the ball from between your legs, so you do.

And it works.

By your last roll, Ned and Michelle are only beating you by one point. All you need to do is knock down two to win. Peter rubs your shoulders, giving you a pep talk as you prepare to roll. "You've got this, Y/N. You can do this."

You roll and the ball just barely knocks the pin on the end over. However, you still have one more chance.

You roll.

It's touch and go for a moment there, the ball rapidly getting closer and closer to the gutter. Michelle tries to blow it over from fifty feet away.

It goes into the gutter at the end, but then it rolls back out and knocks over a single pin.

"No!" Ned shouts in anguish.

"HA!" Peter and you shout back. Then, Peter dramatically picks you up and spins you around in celebration. Even though you're just messing around, you're both still excited and the smiles on your faces when you look at each other are quite possibly the cutest things anyone has ever seen. After a moment, he sets you down.

"We're so great!" you say, fist pumping and going to eat a celebratory cheese fry.

"We're such a power couple," Peter jokes.

Michelle rolls her eyes. "Oh, shut up."

Peter eats a cheese fry, then shrugs. "Honestly, I'm just excited because I didn't bring any money."

Scott -
"Whatcha makin', World's Greatest Grandma?" you ask, walking into Scott's kitchen with Cassie.

Scott turns from the stove, finding the both of you with your makeup done - Cassie's done by you, yours done by Cassie. He smiles. "Spaghetti."

"Yay!" Cassie says excitedly, running over to Scott and trying to peak into the pot on the stove.

You opt to simply walk over and rest your chin on Scott's shoulder as he stirs the spaghetti sauce. "That smells really good," you say. He hums in response, smiling. You continue. "You really are the World's Greatest Grandma."

Cassie laughs, but Scott says, "If I'm the World's Greatest Grandma, then you're the World's Greatest Grandpa."

You stop for a moment. "You know, that almost makes sense."

Cassie asks to help cook, so you pick her up so she can reach and Scott helps her stir. Once she gets the hang of it, he stirs the noodles, which are on the back burner. Then, he looks over at you and Cassie, and his heart just melts.

His two favorite girls.

You set her down and she runs off to set the table, making sure her seat is between yours and Scott's.

Scott, filled with love, pulls you into an unexpected loving kiss. You wrap your arms around him, but end up jumping apart when Cassie says, "You're gonna burn the spaghetti!"

Steve -
Steve doesn't like pictures. He's not entirely sure why, but he doesn't. Maybe it's the fact that every time he leaves the base, people hound him for pictures. Or maybe it's because Tony likes to take candids of him at the most inopportune times. Who knows. The fact of the matter is: He doesn't like pictures.

However, he'll occasionally take pictures with you. You never post them anywhere, but you just like to have them.

One day, though, you find a picture of you at the park in which you look really cute, and Steve - while he still looks cute - is making a dumb, funny face. You decide to post it on Instagram. But, knowing Steve, you figure it'd be best to put something over his face.

On your photo editor app, you find the perfect sticker - a lemon. You post the picture with the caption: "Me and my main squeeze."

Steve has notifications set on your Instagram posts (Peter had to help him do that), so his phone buzzes when you post it. He looks at the picture, chuckles at the fact that you put a lemon over his face, then reads the caption and busts out laughing.

"What's so funny?" Bucky asks, having heard him from the end of the hall. Steve shows him the picture, and he has to take the phone out of Steve's hand to look at it for some reason. Then, he laughs, too. "That's hilarious."

"I know!" Steve replies, looking at the picture again. He likes it, then comments (typing annoyingly slow with one finger), 'You're my main squeeze, too, darling.'

Soon after, Peter replies to Steve's comment, saying, 'YOU GUYS ARE SO DARN CUTE I'M UWUING.' (Michelle replies to Peter, 'If you ever say 'uwuing' again, I'm shoving your head in a trash can.')

An hour later, you show up to the base with lunch for you and Steve and give him a lemonade with his meal. "A fresh-squeezed lemonade for my main squeeze."

He laughs, still finding the picture absolutely hilarious because his sense of humor is that of a dad's (arguably, so is yours). "Thank you, my main squeeze."

Then, Natasha walks into the kitchen, presumably getting breakfast in the afternoon. "If you two don't stop being cute, I will squeeze the life out of both of you."

You look back at Steve. "Alright. Let's talk about something that's not cute, then."

He nods. "Okay."

"Okay," you reply. You think for a moment. "Taxes."

Steve busts out laughing, then says, "Potholes."

By now, you're laughing, too. "Mops."

"Hulk's armpits."

"Thor's armpits."

You're both practically giggling, unable to stop laughing. Natasha, food in hand, playfully rolls her eyes and heads out. "It's physically impossible for you two to not be cute."

Steve shrugs. "I mean, she's right. You couldn't be not cute if you tried."

"Neither could you," you reply. "You're the cutest person in the whole world."

He blushes, laughing at how adorable and slap-happy you're being at the moment. You've got the giggles now, and there's no stopping them. Steve shakes his head. "Well, you're the cutest person in the whole galaxy."

"You're the cutest person in the whole universe."

"You're the cutest person in... everywhere."

You start laughing even harder, sitting across from your ridiculous and ridiculously cute main squeeze. "I love you."

He blushes. "I love you, too."

Stephen -
Stephen isn't the best at romance. He knows that, and so do you. You don't particularly care - you love him just the way he is - but he feels that he's disappointing you sometimes.

He feels this way one day when you're reading a book next to him and keep blushing and getting all excited.

His brows furrow. "What are you squealing about?"

"They're just so cute!" you reply, hugging the book to your chest. "Ugh, the little nicknames he calls her. He's so cute."

Stephen frowns, but you don't notice, going back to your adorable book. Later on, you have to go help Wong with something and leave your book behind.

Stephen looks over at it, then picks it up. "Anne's House of Dreams," he says quietly. After a moment, he opens it.

////

The next day, after having breakfast, you go to see Stephen. "Do you have anything to do today?"

"Nope," he replies, wrapping his arms around you. "I get to spend the day with you, Queen Y/N - my Queen Y/N - queen of my heart and life and home."

You squint and take a step back from him. "Are you... Are you quoting Anne at me right now?"

He sighs, frowning. "You were supposed to squeal. Why aren't you squealing?"

"Because it sounds very strange coming out of your mouth," you reply, half-laughing.

He, however, is not amused. "Oh, but it doesn't sound strange coming out of Gilbert's?"

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Hold on. Are you telling me you're jealous of a fictional character? A married, fictional character?"

He goes quiet for a moment, turning away from you. "... No."

"Stephen!"

"Well, you keep gushing over him and how cute he is!"

"Okay, for one thing, you're being ridiculous. For another, I'm not just gushing over him. I'm gushing over him and Anne. Them together. So even if he were real, I wouldn't want him to be with anybody else."

He sighs. "Well, still."

"Still, what?"

"I'm not romantic like him. You never gush over me."

"Yes, I do. I just do it inwardly so you won't know. I'm honestly surprised you couldn't tell."

"Well, I couldn't."

"Then I'll stop hiding it, okay? We good now?"

"Yeah..." A smile makes its way onto his face. "Y/N-girl."

You laugh. "Good... Dearest."

He blushes.

Thor -
The universe wasn't about to be wiped out by some alien villain for once, so you and Thor had nothing to do. That evening, Thor wanted to watch TV, but you couldn't find anything good on, so now you're watching some ghost hunter show.

"Dude, dude, dude, dude - stop," one of the guys on the TV says. "Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?" the man he called 'dude' asks.

"It sounded like a scream, dude."

You roll your eyes, curled up in a blanket, head laying on Thor's chest with his arm around you. "This is so stupid. It's obviously fake."

"Yes," Thor agrees. "They are morons."

You continue watching the show. They freak out over cold spots and orbs that they spot on footage. Orbs are just eyes, so you're not sure what's so exciting about it.

Anyway, they actually start to talk to the ghost, which makes you laugh, but then the ghost responds. You know it's fake, but something about it just creeps you out.

Thor notices and pulls you closer. "Are you okay?"

You nod. "Yeah, I'm fine."

A few minutes later, Clint, who you did not know had come into the room, says, "Whatcha watchin'?"

You jump off the couch, screaming, and land on your butt in the floor. Thor is more startled by you than anything else, and, after getting over his initial shock, Clint busts out laughing.

You glare up at him. "Not funny."

Clint continues to laugh anyway. "That was hilarious."

Thor stands and helps you up, then, with mock-anger, says to Clint, "How dare you scare my maiden like that?"

Clint stops laughing, raising his hands in surrender. "Whoa, man, I didn't-"

"Shall we get him?" Thor asks you.

You nod. "We shall."

You get on his back, then point to Clint. "Get him!"

Clint takes off, and so does Thor. He literally jumps over the couch, and you run through the whole tower, all three of you laughing hysterically.

Tony -
You barely ever see Tony when he's working on something important. It's a given.

You're not upset by this. The work he does is important, it's what he loves, and he'll be back soon trying to shower you with 'I'm sorry' gifts.

This time, however, has been longer than others. He's building stuff for Peter. You're honestly starting to think Tony Stark is just a fake person created by the government to make the country feel safer than they are. (You may have watched a YouTube conspiracy theory video.)

Tony's been absorbed with his work. In the back of his mind, he knows he hasn't seen you in a while. The front of his mind is just filled with too much. Then, Peter, sitting on the table and eating a family-sized bag of Hot Cheetos, asks, "Where's Y/N?"

Tony stops. "I have no idea."

Peter, his fingers covered in Hot Cheeto powder, nearly spits out the Cheetos he just shoved in his mouth. "What do you mean-?"

"I've been working. I haven't seen her in a month."

"Mr. Stark!"

"Okay, new plan: We're gonna continue working on this this weekend. Help me set up an extravagant date for her."

Peter grins and starts wiping his hands on his pants, which makes Tony berate him and hand him a rag.

They set up the date in about an hour, and Tony calls you. You, of course, pick up. "Hey!"

Tony smiles slightly. "Hey, babe - baby, sweetheart, honey, buttercup, my love - umm, what are you doing right now?"

"Nothing...?" You're confused by his behavior.

"Great. Can you come to the base?"

You smile. "Yeah."

"Awesome - oh, and wear something nice. I mean, nicer than normal. I mean- never mind. Wear something fancy. Okay. Bye." With that, he hangs up.

You get up to get dressed and sigh. "He feels guilty."

////

When you get to the base, Peter is standing there in a suit that's way too big for him. He has a white napkin on his arm. "Hello, Miss Y/L/N. Right this way, please."

You chuckle. "That's Tony's suit, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is, and I don't know why it's big on me considering I'm taller than him."

"No, you're not."

"I'm close!"

By this point, you've made it to where Tony and Peter set up your date.

There's a table with a fancy, white tablecloth over it, and a vase with the fake, yellow flowers you bought to spruce up the lobby in it. There's also fairy lights hung up around the room, and you're willing to bet that that was Peter's doing.

Sitting at the table is Tony in his best suit. You smile and go over and hug him. "I missed you-"

"I know, and I'm so sorry," he says apologetically.

You shake your head. "You don't need to be. I understand, alright? It's okay."

He looks up at you, wondering how in the world he got so lucky as to have you. "I love you."

You smile and kiss him. "I love you, too."

Off to the side, Peter is holding back tears, watching his "parents" being cute and in love. In a high-pitched voice he says, "I'm gonna go get the spaghetti," and walks into the kitchen.

"You know, if I think about it in a certain way, this situation is almost like my son and my husband decided to do something nice and romantic for me because they, like, forgot my birthday or something." You pause, and Tony's mouth is opening and closing at the statement that Peter's your son. Before he can say anything, you continue. "Or The Parent Trap, except we've never been married and Peter doesn't have a twin...

"Probably."