Bruce:
A mountain of papers avalanched into the floor of the lab as you shoved them off the desk and hopped onto it.

"I've alway wanted to do that," you grinned, you lips landing on Bruce's.

"I've always wanted you to do that," he replied, sliding his hands up your thighs.

You laughed and tossed your head backwards as he kissed your neck, your heart pounding. Your fingers fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, and you eventually grew so impatient you actually ripped them off.

"Shirts can be replaced," you muttered, breaking your kiss for a half second.

"Oh god, oh, no. In the lab, really? I thought we had regulations, people?"

You broke apart quickly and turned towards the door, where an annoyed looking Clint stood holding a file folder.

"Clint," Bruce said casually, stepping away from you and wiping his mouth, "Can I help you?"

"Yeah, run these samples, please?"

"Of course," Bruce took the folder and ushered Clint out, closing and locking the door behind him.

You glanced at Bruce, "So, you've gotta work?"

"Like hell I'm going to work when you're sitting there like that!" He exclaimed.

You jumped off the desk and rushed at him, kissing him long and hard. "Good."

Clint:
The second you heard the knock on your door, you sprinted through your apartment and tore the door open.

"You're back!" You cried, jumping into your boyfriend's arms and wrapping your legs around his waist.

Clint kissed you hard, kicking the door shut as the two of you stumbled towards the couch. You yanked at his shirt sloppily, and the two of you crashed into the couch. He reached down to the hem of his shirt and pulled it up and over his head in the blink of an eye. You kissed him again and grinned, running your hands through his hair.

"I missed you," he grinned, putting his hand on your face.

"I missed you more."

"Barton, you forgot- Jesus Mary and Joseph you have been home for less than ten minutes!"

Clint sat up and glared at Pietro.

"What."

"You forgot your bag. You jump out of car like rabbit and expect me to clean up after you," Pietro grumbled, dropping a small duffel on the ground. He looked back up and smiled slightly. "Now, you two get back to it. I was never here."

Bucky:
Bucky took both your hands in one of his and held them above your head while his lips left your neck and face buzzing. Your jaw dropped and you closed your eyes as his hand swiftly moved to your back, unhooked your bra, and tossed it behind him carelessly. You tangled your hands in his hair and pulled back slightly, smirking.

"Bucky Barnes, how scandalous."

"I'm full of surprises, Y/N," he growled, his lips crashing onto yours again.

You heard the door to Bucky's apartment open suddenly and gasped. Bucky flatted himself against you, shielding your body from whoever had entered the room.

"Hey, Buck, I- oh god," Steve stammered. "I-I didn't mean to, I-I didn't know you guys were, uh, were....fonduing."

"What did I say about bursting into my apartment?" Bucky snapped as you struggles to hold in your laughter.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry," he responded, shielding his eyes.

"Goodbye, Steve!"

He waved blindly and rushed out, slamming the door behind him. You covered you face with your hands and laughed, making Bucky frown slightly.

"He ruined the mood."

You put your hands onto his shoulders and tried to look serious, "And we were just getting ready to fondue."

You both burst into laughter, which quickly resulted in more making out.

"I love you," he muttered.

"I love you."

Pietro:
You woke up entangled in Pietro's arms, sunlight streaming in through the blinds. You rested your head on his bare chest, planting soft kisses on the smooth skin there and up to his chin

He sighed quietly and opened his eyes a crack, "Mornin."

You took his face in your hands and kissed him deeply, catching him off guard.

"Well good morning," he said again, looking more awake.

"I have to go," you whispered, your hand in his hair. "If I leave too late we'll get caught. I hate this."

"I know," he said comfortingly. "It is just never a good time to come out and say 'Hey everybody, we've been together for six months and none of you know!'"

You sighed and began to sit up, "Then I've gotta go. This is already cutting it close."

Pietro pulled you backwards so you were sitting in his lap and put his head on your shoulder, kissing your neck gently. "Do you have to go?"

"I-I," you struggled to make a decision as his mouth moved down your neck, chills spreading throughout your body, "I guess I can stay."

He grinned triumphantly and spun you around so that you were facing each other, his lips finding yours immediately. Your hands found themselves tangled in his hair again as the two of you fell back onto the bed. Pietro flipped you over so he was on top, and you laughed loudly at his victorious smile before reinstating the kiss.

"Pietro, what are you doi- OH MY GOODNESS! PIETRO MAXIMOFF!"

Pietro flew off of you and stood at the other end of the room, his breath ragged. "Wanda, w-what are you doing here?"

"What am I doing?!" She sputtered. "You a-and you, Y/N! Pietro, she is my best friend!"

"Wanda, I'm sorry," you said quickly. "I really really wanted to tell you but it was never the right time!"

Wanda glared at you and began speaking heated Russian to her brother. Soon they were both yelling as you say their helplessly.

"Stop!" Pietro roared after a few minutes. "Wanda, I love her and you do not get to tell me who I can and cannot love!"

Wanda's face softened slightly. "Oh, I didn't know it was like that."

Suddenly, Pietro was next to you again, his hand on your leg.

"It is," you told her, smiling at Pietro.

She rose her arms and began backing out of the room. "Alright, alright, I guess I'm okay with it....carry on."

The moment she shut the door, Pietro grinned at you and pulled you closer.

"Breakfast?" You asked, raising your eyebrows.

His eyes trailed down your body and he tilted his head. "Hmmmm, I had something else in mind."

"Ooh me too," you whispered in his ear, "Coffee!"

You leapt out of his lap and headed for the bathroom.

"Boooo!" Pietro called, throwing a pillow at you.

You caught it and laughed, "I love you, Pietro."

He sat back and grinned. "I love you more."