Tony
"Please, sir, I just need a quick comment for the Times," you said quickly. "One sentence, at least, please!"

"I said no comment!"

Your posture fell dejectedly as the politician you'd wanted to get a comment from ran into his limo. You really hated your job sometimes, for this reason specifically. People never wanted to give a comment to a young reporter. But if they knew how good you were at your job, you know they'd say something.

You shoved your pen and notepad back into your bag and turned back towards the direction of your building. Your phone starting ringing as you walked, and you fumbled around in your bag for it.

"Hello?"

"Y/N, hey!" Tony's voice made you smile a little. "How'd it go with that sleezeball?!"

You sighed. "Like shit. He didn't want to talk to me at all. Now I'm going to get screamed at by my editor, but whatever. I'll probably call the guy's office during my lunch and attempt to get something from them."

"So, no lunch date then?"

I frowned as I approached my building and walked inside. "I'm sorry Tony, really I am. But if I don't get this done I'm screwed."

"Hey, don't worry about it," he assured me. "I'll see you tonight."

"Definitely. Alright, I'm back at the office, I've gotta go. I'll see you later."

"Bye, Y/N."

You put your phone back in your bag and flashed your ID badge to the security guard before beginning to climb the stairs that lead toward your office. When you reached the glass doors and pushed them open, you noticed the majority of the office staring and whispering about something. You tried to see what had caught everyone's attention, but a very tall man blocked your view. As you wove your way through your coworkers, you realized they were looking at your desk.

"Hey! Y/N!" A familiar voice called from it.

You pushed forward, and were shocked to find Tony sitting there with his feet on your desk. Everyone stopped staring and went back to their jobs, and you felt extremely uncomfortable all of a sudden.

"Tony, what are you doing here?"

"Guess what I did."

"What did you do?" You asked, leaning against your desk.

"Well, I called that politician guy. Turns out, we met at a convention a while back and he's a big fan of my work. Anyway, he wanted to have dinner with me, and I said sure. BUT, I told him I would be bringing my lovely girlfriend Y/N, and she needed an interview if he wanted the both of us to come," he rambled.

"And?"

"He agreed," Tony grinned.

"No!" I cried, jumping up. "Do not bullshit me, Tony Stark!"

"One hundred and ten percent serious!"

You attacked him with a hug and grinned into his shoulder. "You're amazing."

"Yeah, I know."

Bruce
The smell of books old and new filled your nose as you weaved through the bookshop where you worked. You were currently fixing some displays and shelving books that had been misplaced. It was quiet, and you'd only had a few customers so far, but that was normal. You hummed to yourself as you headed back to the counter and picked up the book you had been reading this week. You were so absorbed in it that you didn't notice when the door opened and someone walked inside.

"Hello?"

You jumped and screamed slightly, dropping your book on the ground. "Holy shit, Bruce!"

Your boyfriend looked at you sheepishly. "Sorry. The bell on the door rang."

"It's my fault, I wasn't paying attention," you waved your hand. "What's up? What are you doing here?"

"Well, I need a book, and who better to help me than you?"

You smiled at him and came out from behind the counter. "Alright, how can I help you?"

"What do you think I would like?"

You started walking towards the shelves, pulling books out as you went. After a few minutes, you stopped and turned around. You showed him a few books, explaining what they were about and why he would like them. While you were rambling about the third one, you noticed he wasn't listening.

"Bruce."

"Huh? Oh, sorry, Y/N."

"I'm boring you, aren't I?"

"No!" He said quickly. "I was distracted."

You furrowed your eyebrows and put the books down on a table next to you. "By what?"

He was quiet for a moment, and glanced down at his feet, looking a little embarrassed. "You're cute when you talk about books."

You grinned and hugged Bruce tightly, and his arms wrapped around your waist.

"Thank you for coming to visit me," you whispered.

"Anytime."

Pietro
"Well, these shoes would be better for weight training, and these for running," you told the customer you were helping.

"Do you run? Which would you use?" He asked.

"Actually, I'm not a big runner," you said. "But my boyfriend is. He uses these," you picked up a shoe and handed it to him. "He runs...a lot, and they hold up well."

"Great, I'll take them."

You smiled and lead him towards the checkout counter, where you rang him up.

"Have a nice day!" You called as he walked out.

"Y/N," your manager's voice came over your earpiece. "Can you go reorganize the men's running apparel, please? Some guys just went through and now it looks like a tornado hit us."

You sighed. "Of course. I'll head over there right now."

You walked past the different sections of the athletic store until you reached men's running. A groan escaped your lips when you saw shorts, shirts, and sweatpants strewn across the tables and displays. As you began cleaning up, something flashed to your right. You turned and looked, but found nothing. You walked towards the shelf where you'd seen it, and again nothing.

"Boo."

You cried out loudly and turned around. Pietro stood behind you, grinning mischievously.

"Pietro!" You snapped, hitting him on the chest lightly. "What the hell?!"

"I need new shoes," he said, pointing towards his feet.

One of his gym shoes had a huge hole in the toe, and he wiggled his toe at you. You laughed and smiled slightly.

"I'm telling you, ask Tony to build you an indestructible pair," you said, walking towards the shoes.

He frowned and crinkled his nose at you.

"But then I wouldn't be able to see you," he complained, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his head in your neck. "And I like coming to see you."

You grinned and started to say something, but he cut you off by pressing his lips against yours. The two of you stumbled back against a wall, and after a few minutes, you put your hands on his chest and pushed him off gently.

"Pietro, stop, you're gonna get me in trouble," you whispered.

He smirked and kissed your forehead. "That's what makes it fun."

Bucky
"Three cases in a row," you said numbly. "Three. Cases."

"Y/N, it's gonna be okay," your assistant said soothingly. "Everyone has their rough patches."

"Three cases!" You repeated and slumped forward onto your desk.

Your assistant's desk phone rang, and she rushed out to answer it. You could hear her talking quietly to someone before she poked her head back in.

"Y/N, it's Mr. Barnes. Do you want me to patch him through or make up a reason why you can't talk?" She asked.

You sighed and sat up. "Patch him through. And close the door, please."

She nodded and left, closing the door behind her. You sighed again and picked up your phone, holding it to your ear.

"Hey, Buck."

"Y/N, what's the matter?" Bucky asked immediately.

You didn't respond and picked at a hangnail on your finger. Your throat felt tight all of a sudden, and your eyes stung.

"Y/N, what happened with the case today?"

You took a shaky breath and felt tears slip down your face. "We lost."

"Shit, Y/N, I'm so sorry."

"Yeah, three in a row," I said hollowly. "And I'm gonna lose my next one too if I don't verify my client's alibi by tomorrow morning."

"It's already five fourth five," Bucky said. "How late are you staying at the office?"

You bit your lip and stared at the clock above your door. "I have no idea. It could take an hour, it could take five. I could be here all night. I'm sorry, Buck."

"No, don't apologize. It's work, I get it."

"Thanks."

You were both silent for a moment, and you used your free hand to wipe your eyes.

"Hey, Y/N."

"Yeah?"

"If there's any lawyer in the city that can get this done, it's you," he said.

You smiled to yourself. "I've gotta go."

"Alright, I'll see you when I see you, I guess."

"Love you."

"I love you, too."

Three hours later, you sat at your desk, your eyes beginning to glaze over. You had sent your assistant home a while ago, and now you were the only one at the office. The words on the laptop in front of you started swimming around the screen, and you yawned. A loud knock at your office door jolted you back to reality, and you jumped slightly. You stood and walked over, opening it hesitantly.

"Bucky! What are you doing here?" You cried, throwing your arms around him.

He hugged you back quickly and held up a large brown bag and a beverage holder. "I brought Chinese food and coffee. I'm here to help."

"Are you serious?"

"Of course," he said, grinning. "Come on, catch me up."

For the next few hours, the two of you sat at your desk, going through file after file on laptops.

"Wait, I think I've got something," Bucky said, putting down his coffee. "Look at this."

You finished your bite of fried rice and took the paper he held out. You quickly read it, a grin gradually forming on your face.

"This is it!" You cried. "Buck, this is what I needed!"

"Wait, really?" He asked, looking rather surprised. "I helped?"

"Yes!" You ran out from behind the desk and kissed him on the mouth.

He grinned and pulled you onto his lap after shoving the papers off of it. After a few minutes, he pulled back and pressed his forehead against yours.

"You know, we could do that thing I've always wanted to in your office," he whispered, grinning at you.

You rolled your eyes and climbed off of him, laughing slightly. "Oh, shut up."

"Hey, Y/N," he called as you walked back to your chair. "I love you."

"I love you too, Bucky."