Steve:

A/N: panic attack trigger warning

I walked home quickly, my heart pounding as the sun lowered. You could say my fear of being alone at night was bad. Along with the stares of men who made me feel like a piece of meat, plus the cat-calling, it had triggered something I really didn't want to see.

My anxiety.

In less than a few minutes of leaving work, my heart had began to pick up speed, my hands lightly shaking with the rest of my body. My mind drifted to horrible, outrageous scenarios as usual, and no matter how much I tried to reassure myself, they stayed. I began taking longer strides, taking a little sprint when no one was around. Taking deep breaths, I clenched my fists in frustration.

I passed a few more streets, tears now streaming down my cheeks, but I was still silent. Finally, I was home, unlocking my door as I took strained breaths.

You've been through these before, Y/N, you'll be fine. Don't call Steve. I told myself as I locked the door behind me.

I got to my couch, laying on my back as I closed my eyes in attempt to calm myself down. I squirmed as things became too hot. In a frenzy, I dialed Steve's number, biting my lip.

"S-Steve?" I whispered through my cries.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" Steve immediately asked, worry clear in his voice.

"Please come over, Steve." I sobbed, hiccuping lightly. Just talking to Steve made me even more upset than I already was.

"I'm coming, doll, you'll be alright." Steve said quickly, hanging up.

In almost ten minutes, I heard a motorcycle driving up and parking. I stumbled to my door to unlock it, trying to calm down with no avail.

Steve didn't bother to knock, thankfully. Steve walked straight in, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me toward him.

"Whats wrong, doll? Talk to me." He whispered.

I let out a choked sob, stuffing my head in his chest. I continued to cry as Steve scooped me in his arms and proud me to my bed room. Steve sat on the bed with me on his lap, a weeping mess. He rubbed circles on my back, whispering sweet nothings in my ear.

"It's okay Y/N, I'm here now." Steve muttered, holding me close. "I love you sweetheart, you know that."

My heart fluttered a bit, my panic attack subsiding. "I l-love you too." I hiccuped, the last of my tears running down. I felt drained and exhausted, collapsing next to Steve.

"You okay now?" He asked, brushing a strand of my hair from my face.

"I'm ok. I had a panic attack, that's all." I whispered, unable to look him in the eyes.

"Hey." He breathed. "It's alright. I'm here for you, one hundred percent. I meant it when I said I love you."

"So did I." I murmured, finally making eye contact. I pressed my lips to his, smiling contently as sleep took over.

Tony:

A/N: intruder trigger warning

Tony was working in his lab per routine; and I was upstairs filing some other paperwork. I didn't necessarily work for Tony anymore, but I still offered to help him out. I was sat at a table, aimlessly going through papers when I heard a crash. I expected it was Tony, but was rudely surprised when I saw two men with a gun in hand. They were pointed at me, eyes glaring.

"Stand up and don't say anything." One demanded. I stood, seemingly scared, but I was prepared. The bracelets on my wrist were alike to Tony's. JARVIS had deployed one of the suits, an arm piece slamming into the back on the intruders head. Another piece crashed into the other, giving me time to get into the suit and back up a bit. They stood, raising their gun. One of them fired a bullet which obviously did no damage. I started up one of the smaller repulsers, aiming it at the one on the left.

"You have five seconds until this things is fully charged." I said simply, while JARVIS alerted Tony of the situation.

Both intruders looked scared while they slowly backed up. I rolled my eyes, firing the repulser at one of their legs. He fell forward, clutching his calf in pain. I walked over, the metal of the suit clanking on the marble floor. I kicked the other in the stomach, effortlessly pulling him up and throwing him into the wall. I saw Tony fly out, blasting another shot at the intruder who was still on the ground.

"Tony, stop!" I instructed sternly. I wasn't going to let him kill them. Suddenly, bullets were being fired at Tony. I growled, stepping out of my suit, ignoring Tony. I threw a punch to one of them, knocking him out cold. I spun on my heel, launching myself up and flipping mid air, my foot coming straight down on the others head. Thank you, Natasha. I dusted my hands, huffing and turning to Tony.

"God, I love you." He murmured, stepping out of his own suit and hugging me tightly.

"Right back at 'ya, lover boy." I chuckled.

Bruce:

For some reason, this week wasn't a good week for Bruce. He had stayed at the lab every day, and if he came out, I sure as hell didn't see him. I tried texting him, I even spoke with Tony. Finally, I had enough. I drove with Tony to SHIELD where Bruce was working, speed-walking to his lab.

"Bruce?!" I called out, poking my head in a looking around. I spotted a lump-like figure slumped over a table.

Gotcha.

I walked up to him, pulling out a stool so I could sit. When he didn't notice me, I yanked the papers he was so focused on away.

"Hey!" Bruce exclaimed, snapping out of his trance. When he noticed it as me, his expression softened the tiniest bit.

"Bruce, you need a break, honey."

"I've almost solved this, Y/N, if you give me-"

"Bruce, I love you too much to let you do this. The work will be here when you get back. It isn't going anywhere."

Bruce's eyes softened, a small smile gracing his lips.

"You love me?"

"Of course, honey." I smiled back, kissing his lips quickly as I stood. "Now lets go home and relax, okay?"

"Alright." He sighed. "I love you too, by the way."

I chuckled slightly. "I know you do."

Thor:

After I met Thor's parents, he led me to the gardens to walk with me peacefully. A lot of the Asgardians had been bothering us after dinner, so Thor decided to take us to somewhere secluded.

"You look very beautiful in Asgardian clothing." Thor commented. We were walking hand-in-hand through some flowers.

I blushed, brushing my hair over my shoulder. "Thanks, sweetie."

I looked around at some of the flowers, pausing at one that caught my eye.

"What's this one?" I asked softly, brushing my fingertips on the petals.

Thor looked over his shoulder, slipping his arm around my waist. "That would be the Lunar Lily. It is the closet fauna we have here as toEarth."

I let out a soft laugh. "Well, it's beautiful."

Thor plucked the flower from its stem, placing it in my braid. "As are you. I love you very much, m'lady."

I blushed, pecking his cheek. "I love you too."

Clint:

I had been in the training rooms with Natasha, practicing hand-to-hand.

"How are you and Clint?" She breathed, kicking at my ankles. I dodged it, jumping and kicking at her neck.

She blocked it, grabbing my ankle, causing me to fall.

"We're great." I managed, jumping to my feet.

"Talking about me again?" A voice called out. I blushed, turning to see Clint walking in.

"Of course." I teased. He kissed me shortly, turning to Nat.

"Can I steal your sparring buddy for a second?" Clint asked. Nat nodded, unwrapping her hands.

"What do you need for me?" I questioned.

"I was hoping you would come watch my archery." He smiled.

"Awh, of course, honey!" I cooed. Once we arrived at the target area, I sat down, watching Clint get ready.

He pulled the arrow back, setting his shoulders. With a deep exhale, he let it loose, the arrow shooting right in the bullseye.

I cheered, clapping loudly.

Clint set another arrow in his bow, pulling it back and releasing. Obviously, he hit bullseye again.

"Go honey! I love you!" I cheered, clamping a hand over my mouth as I gasped. Clint turned around, eyebrow cocked.

I blushed, shrugging and giving him a nervous giggle.

"I love you too, sweetheart." He smiled, eyes still on mine, shooting another arrow that hit the bullseye, dead center. I stood, walking toward him.

"That deserves a kiss."

Natasha:

I paced around the room, biting my lip.

"That's not fair!" I yelled, hands on my hips. "Nat, they can't do that!"

Natasha smiled, sighing softly at my anger. She was actually surprised I was so... colorful, about the situation that didn't call for much anger.

"Y/N, it's fine, I-" She started, but I was having none of it.

"No! I'm gonna talk to Fury about this bullshit. You really wanted to go!! He can't just, suddenly.... agh!" I screeched in frustration, flopping on the bed.

Natasha was signed up to go to Russia for a trip with SHIELD, and was excited. Fury then decided it would be best if she didn't go, because of the dangers that could be there for her. I was pissed; Nat had seemed genuinely upset when she first talked me about it. Now, she just seemed entertained with my frustration.

Natasha joined me on the bed, snuggling on my side. She laid her head on my chest, chuckling quietly.

"Hey, it's fine. Now I can spend time with you. Plus, I love you more than stupid Russia."

I blushed, looking down at her. "You love me?"

"Hell yeah, baby." Natasha chuckled and sat up, pulling me with her to press her lips on mine.

Bucky:

It had been 3 days since I last saw Bucky. He had been having a rough week and refused to let me see him during this time. However, I was persistent. Though we both lived together in Stark Towers, he had somehow managed to disappear from my sight.

"Bucky?" I called out, entering Stark Towers living room.

"Shit, really Tony?! You said she wasn't home!" I heard a familiar voice hiss.

"Sorry Barnes." Tony chuckled.

"Bucky!" I repeated, placing my hands on my hips as I saw him try and hide.

He blushed, telling Stark to go away. I walked up to Bucky, placing my hands on his cheeks, lightly stroking them with my thumbs.

"C'mon, Winter. Don't hide from me." I whispered. "I miss my boyfriend."

Bucky looked down, and my heart broke at how ashamed he looked.

"Babe, look at me. James." I said, my voice soft but stern.

Bucky looked up, his eyes red.

"I love you. Get that through your head. And when you love someone, thats a promise you'll always be there for them." I started. "So don't go and hide from me when things get rough. I want to help you through it."

Bucky smiled appreciatively, hugging me gently.

"I love you too, darlin'." He mumbled. "Thank you for that, though. It's like I only have you and Steve."

"Babe, you have the whole team. We all love you." I whispered, kissing him softly after a few moments of eye contact.

Loki:

I had just finished showering, and my music was so loud, I didn't realize had come into my room. My towel wrapped around my chest, I walked out, stopping in the doorway when I saw a Loki standing in front of my mirror. What surprised me was that he was in his Frost Giant form. 

"Loki?" I said aloud, startling him.

"Don't look at me!" He shouted. I laughed sadly, shaking my head as I walked toward him. I let my hand rest on his chest, frowning when he flinched. 

"Loki, you're beautiful. Why would you ever think otherwise?" I whispered. His face was cool, but not to the point where it was freezing. 

Before Loki could even answer would some Asgard bullshit, I kissed him. 

"Don't even argue with me. I love you, and all of you." I smiled gently, pressing a kiss to his nose. 

Loki's skin began to fade to his normal fare tone as he held my hand. "You love me?"

I giggled, nodding. "I don't throw that around much."

"I love you as well, my love. Now why don't you go dress yourself?" He winked. I blushed, scurrying to the bathroom.