>> Steve << 

For months now, Steve has been utterly obsessed with finding Bucky. You understood why, of course, but things were getting tense. Sometimes Steve wouldn't sleep, he almost never answered your calls or texts, and he never spent any time with you. If he did, his mind was on Bucky the whole time. You wanted so badly to be supportive, but your patience was running out. You and Steve planned to have dinner at his apartment tonight, so naturally you dressed up and made sure your hair and makeup were perfect. Once you got to his place you let yourself in, but it was unusually quiet inside.

"Steve?" you called out. Silence. "Steve!"

The only sounds heard were the echoes of your voice throughout the empty apartment. You searched high and low, in every room, but he was nowhere to be found. Sighing, you made your way back to the kitchen where you found a note.

I need a rain check on dinner. I got a lead. -S

You slumped into one of the bar stools and buried your face in your hands, staring at the note in front of you. Then, in a sudden burst of anger, you grabbed the paper and tore it to shreds, chucking the pieces to the ground. As they fluttered slowly to the floor, you realized that you couldn't keep playing this game. It was time for you to do something. You picked up a pen and a blank piece of paper from the table and started writing a letter. As the words were transferred from your hand to the page, your sadness began to manifest itself in the way of overflowing tears. Before you knew it, you were placing your pen back on the table and walking out of Steve's front door with no plan of return.

Steve's POV

I rubbed my eyes as I slumped into my apartment and dropped my duffel bag on the floor. I made my way to the kitchen to grab a quick snack before going to bed, but something on the floor caught my eye. I recognized it as the note that I left for Y/N, but now it was ripped up and scattered. I then noticed another paper, a replacement for the note that I left. I opened it and recognized Y/N's graceful handwriting.

Dear Steve,

Before I say anything, I want you to know that I love you. I wouldn't be where I am if I didn't have you. Thank you for having my back for so long. You're my world, but apparently I'm not yours, and I won't ask you to pretend anymore. I know Bucky is more important to you than I am, and that's fine. Friendship is important, and you should hold onto it. I hope you find him so that you can finally settle down and find a way to be happy. I love you so much, don't forget that.

-Y/N

A dried tear stain distorted the ink on her name, and I slumped to the ground. She's gone, and it's completely my fault. What have I done?

>> Tony << 

(You take the place of Pepper Potts in this situation. You're his executive assistant and his girlfriend.)

You were completely exhausted when you stumbled through the door of Tony's house. Kicking off your shoes, you made your way into the living room, only to be greeted by a robot. 

"Miss Y/N, Mr. Stark has requested that I give you this," it said, extending a metal arm to hand you a twenty dollar bill with a note attached that read "Pizza. -T"

Absolutely fed up with Tony, you stomped down to his lab. Once there, you threw the door open and burst in. 

"What is this?!" you roared.

"Good evening to you, too," he smirked, continuing with his work. You marched right up to him and slammed the money down in front of him.

"I spend all day, every day out there, cleaning up your messes and doing your bidding. Then I come home, and how am I repaid? Some robot hands me a twenty for pizza because you can't possibly be bothered to order it yourself!" you ranted.

"First of all, you just described your job, sweety. Second, is it so hard to order a pizza?" he retorted. Taken aback by his bluntness, your eyes widen for a moment. A few seconds later, though, his words sunk in and your eyes narrowed again.

"No, it's not," you seethed. "Which is why you'll be doing it yourself from now on. I quit."

You started walking away when Tony spoke up again.

"Wait, so you're just walking out? You know you're my girlfriend right?" he scoffed.

"Oh yeah, I guess I quit that too," you sassed, shooting him a sickly-sweet grin. You turned quickly on your heel and sauntered away, leaving Tony speechless and alone.

>> Bucky <<

"Bucky listen to me!" you yelled.

"No! I'm a danger to you Y/N! How am I supposed to live with myself if I hurt you, or worse, kill you!" he argued. You two had talked about this before, but not like this. He was always worried that one day he would hurt you, and usually you could calm him down and convince him that everything would be fine, but not today.

"The only way that you're hurting me is by acting like this. Saying that you're a danger, calling yourself a monster. That's what hurts Buck! I hate that you think of yourself in that way," you cried, letting a few small tears slip down your cheeks. Upon seeing this, Bucky's face fell.

"Don't you see? I don't even have to lay a finger on you to hurt you. You deserve so much better," he muttered, sinking into the couch.

"How could I possibly deserve more when you're the best thing I could ever ask for?" you whispered, taking his hands in yours. He lifted his eyes slowly to stare into yours, desperately trying to find a glimmer of hope in the eyes of the one person he loves more than anything else. After what felt like an eternity to both of you, his eyes closed and his jaw clenched.

"No, I can't do this to you," he decided, steeling himself and standing up. He quickly made his way toward the door.

"Bucky wait! I-"

"Please, Y/N, this is hard enough," he interrupted. "I love you."

Before you could say another word he was out the door, leaving you on the ground alone.

>> Pietro <<

"Pietro, can I talk to you?" you asked, tip toeing into Pietro's bedroom with one arm behind your back.

"What is it now?" he groaned.

"Wow, really?" you asked incredulously. "You don't even know what I wanted to ask, and you're already acting like this?"

"Well all you seem to do lately is complain. I thought you might be back for more," he scoffed.

"Unbelievable," you retorted. "What is your problem?"

"I just never knew it would be so hard to have a girlfriend," he replied, rolling his eyes.

"Relationships aren't all sunshine and rainbows Pietro!"

"Well why can't they be? Why do they have to be so hard?!"

"Because this isn't some fantasy! We live in the real world, with real problems, and you can't just run away from them!"

"Maybe we wouldn't have so many problems if you weren't so sensitive."

"Maybe we wouldn't have any if you weren't such a child," you snarled. He opened his mouth to argue, but then he noticed that you were holding an arm behind your back.

"What's in your hand?" he inquired.

"Oh, this?" you sassed, revealing a neatly wrapped box with a bow and tossing it at him. "Happy anniversary, jerk."

With that, you turned and left the room, slamming the door behind you.

>> Bruce <<

"Bruce, honey?" you called, tip-toeing into the lab. Once inside, you found Bruce at a table, pouring over a notebook full of calculations. You walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your chin on his shoulder. "Whatcha up to?"

"Nothing much," he sighed, not taking his eyes off his notepad.

"Why don't you come have dinner? It might help you unwind a bit," you suggested.

"I'm fine."

"You sure?" you insisted.

"Yes, Y/N, I'm sure," he clipped.

"Figures," you scoffed, letting go of his waist and walking away.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he barked.

"It means that you're so absorbed in this project that you don't spend any time with your girlfriend," you dared.

"I spend plenty of time with you!" he protested.

"Really? Name the last thing we did together," you challenged. He hesitated, and after awhile he couldn't think of anything. "That's what I thought. Can you please just come have dinner?"

"Why do you care about this dinner so much anyway?" he scoffed.

"Because it's not just dinner!"

"Then what is it Y/N? Another excuse for you to yell at me?" he snarled. You were completely taken aback.

"If you must know, it was supposed  to be a surprise party, you know, to celebrate the great work you do for SHIELD. I put the whole thing together myself; I'm nice like that. Feel free to show up," you seethed, stomping out of the lab before he could say another word.

>> Loki << 

You and Loki have been dating for a few months now. At first it was going well. You were both happy, and you spent much of your time with him. He made you feel special, showering you with gifts and attention. You don't remember exactly when, but at some point that all started to change. He slowly began treating you more like a possession than a person. Because of this, you started gravitating more toward people that made you happy. One person in particular made you feel that way, and that person was Thor. You started to hang out with him more and more; you went grocery shopping together, got lunch together, you even had movie nights. You happened to have one scheduled for tonight, so you and Thor settled into the living room couch with some snacks. It was your turn to pick the movie, and you chose 50 First Dates. Unfortunately, you've seen it so many times that you can quote the whole thing, so you ended up falling asleep half way through. Unknowingly, you slouched onto Thor's shoulder, but he didn't want to leave you uncomfortable, so he moved you to rest your head on his lap. Once you were rightly positioned, he picked up his phone and started looking through old photos.

-   -   -   -   -

"Is this some sort of joke?" a voice boomed, rousing you from your sleep.

"I'm not sure what you mean," Thor replied.

"My girlfriend is sleeping on your lap. Care to explain?" Loki demanded. You kept your eyes closed, curious to see where this would go without your interference.

"Lady Y/N was tired, she fell asleep and I didn't wake her. I cannot control when the lady is tired and when she is not, brother," Thor stated flatly. Loki closed the gap between him and Thor, grabbing him by the collar.

"You listen to me, you big oaf! She is mine and so help me if I let you take another one of my things from me!" Loki seethed. You opened your eyes and flew off the couch.

"Enough!" you yelled, startling both of the men in front of you.

"Oh darling, I'm just getting started," Loki growled.

"No actually, I believe you're just finishing up," you challenged. "This is not Thor's fault, and I won't sit here and let you punish him for it."

"Then whose fault is it? Oh right! Yours," he snarled. "You've been spending almost all of your time with him as of late. Would it be so bad to spend that time with me?"

"Yes! It would! You don't treat me with love, compassion, or even respect! You just see me as your personal property, a trophy for you to show off. I deserve to be around people who respect me, and Thor does exactly that."

"Do you forget that you are my girlfriend and not Thor's?!"

"I guess it's easy to forget you're someone's girlfriend when you're not treated like one."

"Well if Thor is so good at treating you like that, maybe you should just date him!" he spat.

"Maybe I should," you scowled. Loki's eyes widened in shock, then his expression turned dark.

"Why, you stupid little-"

"Brother!" Thor bellowed. "That is quite enough! You may leave."

"Or what?" Loki dared. Thor extended his arm, and no more than a second later Mjölnir was in his grasp. Loki stole a glance at you, but you maintained your resolve. He scoffed and stalked toward the door. After opening it, he turned around.

"I hope you're happy," he growled.

"Oh, I am."

>> Thor << 

It's a well known fact that you can only lift Mjölnir if you're worthy, and obviously Thor is the only one that can lift it, right? At least, that's what you wanted everyone to think. One day when you were alone, you decided to try and lift it. Much to your surprise, it was weightless in your hands, and you swung it around with ease. You were always modest, so you weren't inclined to show off your newfound abilities. Plus, Thor prides himself in being the "only" one worthy enough to lift it. You were worried he would be upset if he found out you could, so you kept it to yourself.

Unfortunately, his pride in his worthiness was reaching a point where it was no longer tolerable. What started as offhanded jokes about other people being unable to lift the hammer soon became belittling remarks that were starting to really piss people off. You got the most annoyed since you had to spend the most time with him, but everyone else saw it, too.

"Hey Y/N! Watch this!" Thor exclaimed as he started to swing Mjölnir, accidentally letting go and sending it flying into a glass vase.

"Really Thor?" you grumbled, examining the shards of glass that littered the ground. 

"I just wanted to show you  a new trick that I learned," he replied sheepishly.

"Yeah, well, I've already seen plenty of your tricks," you sighed.

"What do you mean?" he interrogated.

"Pretty much all you do lately is show off your glorified mallet and make sure everyone knows how special you are."

"It's not my fault that you mortals will never be as good as me."

"Really?"

"Yes, really," he replied.

"Get out," you ordered.

"Excuse me?" he scoffed. 

"Get out!" you snapped. He rolled his eyes and shook his head as he walked out the door. It was then that you realized he left it sitting on the kitchen table. You picked it up and dragged yourself to the door.

"Thor!" you called out to him. "You forgot your hammer!"

He turned around and looked at you in shock when he realized that you were holding Mjölnir without breaking a sweat. You walked toward him and thrust it into his chest. "Come back when you learn some humility."

Without another word, you spun on your heel, stomped back to your apartment and slammed the door behind you.

(BTW, all the respect for Mjölnir XD)

>> Clint <<  

"Isn't she incredible?" Clint admired. You two were sitting in the gym watching Natasha spar with Steve, and Clint was more than impressed with her, as usual.

"Yeah, she's pretty cool," you sighed sadly. You loved Natasha, seeing as she was one of your closest friends, but Clint's constant admiration tended to make you feel like you weren't good enough for him.

"What is your problem?" he scoffed.

"What are you talking about?" you asked.

"Every time I bring up Natasha, you get all weird and quiet. Do you have a problem with her or something?"

"Natasha isn't the problem," you mumbled.

"Oh, so it's me then?"

"Yeah, pretty much Clint. You're always talking about how great Nat is. How she's so strong, so graceful, so amazing. You're right, she is, but you don't have to rub it in all the time," you explained.

"You're jealous of her," he chided.

"I'm not jealous, I'm disappointed that I'm not good enough for you," you murmured.

"It's not my fault that you aren't like her, don't put that on me. Do you know how annoying it is to deal with you getting upset every time I so much as look at my friend? No, you don't," he retorted. 

"Well if I'm so annoying, then I'll just get out of your hair. Wouldn't that be nice?" you yelled, stomping out of the gym. 

>> Peter << 

You sat alone in Peter's room, waiting for him to finally walk through that door so you could talk to him. After what felt like hours, he opened the door and slipped inside quietly with his back to you. As soon as the door clicked, you spoke.

"Hey there Peter," you greeted. He whirled around in terror, but upon seeing you he instantly relaxed.

"Hey Y/N," he smiled, going into hug you, but you held a hand against his chest to stop him.

"We need to talk, Peter," you breathed.

"Sure Y/N, what's up?" he wondered.

"What's her name?" you asked.

"Who's name?" he questioned.

"You know, the girl you're cheating on me with?" you sassed.

"Y/N, you know me, I would never cheat on you. What makes you think that?"

"Where do I begin? We'll be hanging out, then suddenly you get a text and you're off to who knows where, ignoring all my calls and texts. You blow me off all the time and you always have some convoluted excuse for it. And oh, how could I forget the best part?" you explained. You walked over to Peter and grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head and off of his body. "Wanna tell me where all those bruises on your neck, shoulders, chest and elsewhere are coming from?"

"Babe, it's really not what you think. If I could tell you I would, but-"

"So you can't trust me?"

"Of course I can trust you!"

"Then tell me," you challenged.

"It's not that simple," he sighed.

"Tell me. Now," you ordered.

"Promise you won't tell anyone?" he pleaded. You nodded. "I'm Spider-Man."

"Unbelievable," you scoffed. "Goodbye Peter."