A/N: im such a horrible person. for some reason every time i go to update this book literally everything i write sucks. sorry loves xx

Steve:

Steve and I were out on a walk. We were strolling through the park, hand-in-hand. The weather had cooled down a bit, apart from the extreme heat, and we were taking advantage of it. 

"Oh, by the way, I want to-"

"Hey, hot stuff!" A feminine voice called out. I raised my eyebrows, turning around to see a red-head standing next to her friend. They were giggling childishly and staring at Steve. My boyfriend. Mine. I whipped around, a stone-cold glare on my face. 

"Excuse me?" I asked sternly.

"I was talking to him." She retorted with an attitude of a ten year old. 

I placed a hand on my hip, scoffing. I still held on to Steve's hand, pulling him to my side possessively. I raised our clasped fingers, holding it out for her to see.

"He's taken, honey." I growled. "And, by the way, don't cat-call, at anyone. It's rude and immature." I added, briskly turning around and pulling Steve with me. 

"Take it easy, doll." Steve chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss to my temple. I huffed, rolling my eyes. 

"That was so rude and..." I ended my sentence with a sigh. "Whatever. You're all mine." I cooed, standing on my tip-toes as we walked, pecking his lips with a smile. 

"You got that right." Steve chuckled, tightening his hold on my hand. 

Tony:

No surprise when girls flocked around Tony. Everywhere we went, there were fan-girls, female reporters, old one-night stands. It didn't phase me too much anymore. Some days, I handled it better than others. Today was not one of those days. 

Tony and I were trying to relax in his pool when a bunch of reporters starting flashing their cameras. We ignored it at first, but then they started yelling for Tony. All I wanted was a nice, peaceful afternoon. It was the the third time this week that someone had interrupted our time together. I groaned in aggravation, pushing myself out of the pool. I leaned over the balcony, sighing. 

"We want Tony!" A woman screamed. 

"Too bad! He's all mine!" I yelled. 

I stomped back over to the pool, grabbing a bucket and filling it with pool water. I dumped it over the balcony, sighing contently as they all squealed and ran off. I dropped the bucket on the ground, cannon-balling back into the pool. I swam back up, poking my head above the water. I noticed Tony was smirking at me. 

"What?" I asked innocently. 

"You're adorable." Tony said simply, swimming over toward me to peck my lips. I giggled, brushing his wet hair back with one of my hands. 

"I know."

Bruce:

Bruce didn't always attract many women, but it wasn't rare. We were at lunch when I had excused myself to go the bathroom; and when I came back, I didn't like what I saw. Our waitress was leaning over the table, flirting with Bruce. He seemed so uncomfortable but was too polite to say anything. Me? Well, that was a different story. 

"Excuse me." I tapped her shoulder. "Unless you're giving us our meals, you can leave." 

She stood up straight, glaring at me. 

"I'd like another waiter. Preferably one that won't flirt with my boyfriend." I said, matter-of-factly. She huffed, walking away angrily. I sat down in my chair, smirking softly at Bruce.

"Great. Now she's gonna spit in my food." I joked. Bruce laugh, reaching across the table to hold my hand. 

"Someone seem's a tad bit jealous." He teased. I glared at him, my expression softening slightly. 

"Maybe." I admitted. "I just don't want anyone to steal my man."

Bruce laughed. "No one is going to steal your man." 

"Good." I smiled triumphantly. 

Thor:

We were finally visiting Asgard again. Thor loved taking me here, but recently, he wasn't able to as much, due to battles and such. 

"It's great to see you again." I greeted Heimdall. Heimdall smiled, kissing my knuckles as hello. After Thor talked to Heimdall for a bit, he ushered me onto the Rainbow Bridge. We soon arrived at the palace, where I greeted Odin. 

In mid-sentence, a shrill, feminine voice interrupted us. 

"Thor!!" It called out. I looked up to see Sif running toward us, her arms open. She hugged Thor tightly, laughing quietly. I glared at two, rolling my eyes and turning back to Odin. We continued our conversation until I heard Sif mention my name. 

"Oh, I didn't even notice you, Y/N!" She giggled. I sighed under my breath, turning to her.

"Nice to see you again, Sif." I lied, faking a smile. Sif smiled, patting Thor's bicep before waltzing off. Before I had burst with jealously, I excused Thor and I from Odin.

"Are you alright, my lady?" Thor asked once we were a safe distance from his father. I grumbled an incoherent response, pulling him with me down the hall. 

"I don't like her." I admitted gruffly. Thor boomed with laughter, causing me to frown. "It's not funny. She's too friendly with you, and I can tell she doesn't like me." I pouted.

Thor smiled gently, pulling me to his chest. 

"Worry not, my lady. Sif is but a long-time friend of mine. She does not compare to you. You are more beautiful than any woman here on Asgard."

I blushed, smiling into my boyfriend's muscly chest. I wrapped my arms around him, laughing with embarrassment. 

"Thanks, honey." I mumbled, stretching my legs to reach up and peck his lips. "You're the best."

Clint:

Clint was practicing his bow, and had invited me to watch him, as per routine. I stood behind the protective glass, smiling with adoration as Clint practiced alongside multiple female Agents; and couldn't help but feel jealous of the way they showed off for him. They were giggling and nudging him flirtatiously, and I just stood behind the glass with anger. Or was it something else?

Finally, I couldn't take the obvious flirting any longer. Clint seemed oblivious to it, at least I hoped. I burst into the room, standing there awkwardly when all eyes were on me. I wrung my hands in front of my frame, swinging around on the balls of my heels.

"Hey..." I muttered, waving shyly. 

"Everything ok, Y/N?" Clint chuckled, placing his bow and arrow down. 

I looked to my feet and sighed, rolling my eyes. Clint walked toward me seeing as everything was not okay, giving me a knowing smile. 

"Let me guess..." He mumbled, resting his chin on my head.

"Those girls are flirting with you and I don't like it." I grumbled, stuffing my head in his neck. Clint laughed softly, pecking my forehead. 

"Don't laugh." I mumbled. 

"C'mon, sweetheart. You wanna go get some lunch?" Clint offered, seeing as I was jealous and uncomfortable with him staying with the girls. I hummed in approval, leading my boyfriend away with pride. 

Natasha:

Surprisingly enough, I always got jealous of Natasha. Her gorgeous figure, her flawless hair... now don't get me wrong, I was very self-confident. But as I watched my girlfriend twirl in her blood-red dress, I couldn't help but feel very jealous. Natasha saw me pouting, and raised a confused eyebrow.

"You don't like it?" She asked.

I quickly shook my head. "You look gorgeous, I just..."

I sighed, trailing off. 

"I may be a teensy bit jealous of how great you look." I admitted quietly. Nat 'awh-ed', walking toward me so she could wrap her arms around me. 

"C'mon, honey. You look great in your dress, too. We just have different body types." 

I sighed, my lips twitching upwards. "Alright. I'll give you that." I teased. "Let's go party."

Natasha laughed, pulling me out the door.

Bucky:

I sat alone on my couch, waiting for Bucky to arrive home. It seemed as if I had been doing that a lot... waiting around for Bucky to come home from hanging out with Steve. And yeah, I was jealous. I missed my boyfriend. 

I stood angrily after another ten minutes, padding into the kitchen. I lazily opened the fridge and grabbed a tin of ice-cream, sticking a spoon in my mouth as I retreated back to the living room. I flopped on the couch, turning up the TV. I heard the lock rustle and keys jingle; I happily turned my head toward the noise. 

"Hey, doll, I'm-" Bucky began to greet me. He didn't get far, as I bounded up to him and threw myself in his arms. "Wooah, someones excited to see me." He teased, hugging me back while simultaneously, turning around and shutting the door. 

"Well, you've just been gone a lot." I hinted, walking back to the couch. Bucky chuckled, pulling me back into his chest by my wrist.

"What's wrong?"

I stood in silence. I didn't want to come off needy or over-protective. 

"I may or not be jealous of... of, uhm, Steve." I mumbled. "Because you spend a lot of time with him." I elaborated. Bucky cooed softly, lifting my head so he could kiss me tenderly. 

"You wanna cuddle, doll?" Bucky whispered, his lips still close to mine. I blushed, nuzzling my head in the crook of his neck.

"Mhmm." I muttered. In one swift movement, Bucky had scooped me up and sat himself on the couch, my body cuddled up on top of his. 

Loki:

I watched Loki wave his hand around elegantly, beautiful streams of light emitting from his palm. I sighed happily, a bit of envy in my tone. Loki's magic was always something I admired, but I was also envious of it. I always wished I could create illusions from a brush of my hand, and Loki refused to teach me. 

"Why are you staring, dearest?"

"I like watching you practice magic." I said honestly, though part of the truth was missing. 

Loki hummed, smiling a bit as he continued to create sparks and puffs of colorful smoke. 

"Could you teach me?" I asked, scooching over to where Loki had sat himself on the floor. I cuddled up to his side, letting my hand rest on his chest. 

"Darling, you know why I've said no a million times before." He chided. 

I sighed. "Well, I just thought it would be nice." 

"It's okay to be jealous, Y/N." Loki chuckled. I blushed and rolled my eyes, playing dumb.

"I'm not jealous, I just-"

"My love, have you forgotten I can read minds." 

I smacked his chest, and pushed him slightly, giggling all the while. "I told you not to do that, mister!" 

Loki leaned down and captured my lips with his, taking my breath away. 

"You're special as you are."

I smiled against his lips, staying silent for a moment.

"So is that a yes or no?"