Preference: First “I love you” (Avengers, Marvel)
It happened on one of Steve’s bad days. He pretty much dragged himselfs upstairs to his apartment, after a failed mission. He searched for his apartment key, patting on his front pockets, then on his back pockets. He groaned when he realised he probably lost or left them somewhere. You opened the door, looking up at him with warm smile. You had the keys to Steve’s apartment for a short while now since you’re dating, so you could regularly be found there. You noticed the gloominess in his face as he gave you a weak, pressed smile. You turned around and walked back into the kitchen, where you were making dinner. Steve walked in and closed the door, being home immediately puts him a bit at ease. You knew not to ask how his day went when he came home like this, his face said enough “You want to eat on the couch to watch TV?” you asked with a gentle smile. “You trust me with eating on the couch?” he smirked at you weak. “It’s your couch, if you make mess that’ll be on you.” you smirked back. He chuckled and sat down on the couch, turning on the tv and zapping through the channels a bit clumsily. You came out of the kitchen with two plates with food. You handed him one as you sat down on the couch. You two ate and watched TV, both being silent most of the time. Steve had his feet up on the coffee table, right besides his dirty plate as he looked at the TV almost emotionless. It was when your fingers crept up in his neck, into his hair, gentle stroking his blonde hair that Steve fully relaxed. He looked at you, with a odd mixture of doubt and admiration, as you looked back with a raised eyebrow, waiting for him to say something. “I love you..” he muttered.
Bucky had moved in with you shortly after you two got together, it helped him lay low. You knew about Bucky’s past with Hydra, but it didn’t change your perspective of him, because you knew the real Bucky. Tonight you had a long shift again, so you came home late.Your apartment was entirely dark and silent apart from the dim light and muffled sounds coming from your bedroom. You made your way to your bedroom and carefully opened the door, incase Bucky was asleep. You entered, Bucky’s sleepy but open eyes looked at you. He was in bed, sitting with his back against the headboard, the blankets covering him half, as the TV lit up his face a bit.. “Hey doll..” he said with a raspy voice. “Hey, sorry I’m late again, my work-...” “I know doll, just get ready for bed, you look tired.” he chuckled lightly. You sighed and gave him a sweet, but indeed tired smile. You showered, changed into your pajamas and brushed your teeth, before walking to the bed. Normally you’d lay down on Bucky’s right side, that’s what he insisted on, because his normal arm as on the right and he couldn’t hurt you with that. But now you crawled into bed next to him on his left side. His head immediately shot up at you, frowning as if you had forgotten. “Doll-...” You shushed him. You carefully grabbed Bucky’s metal arm, lifting it up slightly, he hesitantly cooperated as you wrapped his cold, metal arm around yourself, snuggling against him as you looked at the TV. Bucky looked down at you for a bit, slightly overwhelmed by the suddenness of your actions, before slowly relaxing, putting his arm around you a bit more securely. You smiled soft to yourself. The only sounds in the room where the ones coming from the TV, as you two silently watched. “I love you..” he whispered eventually.
You didn’t think dating the quiet, nerdy boy from school would bring a lot of chaos with it. You found out about him being Spiderman after you caught him in his suit in his room. It took Peter a little while to calm you down and reassure you that everything was fine. Since then everything changed, at first you didn’t mind, but his week cut it though. He had left during classes with some sort of excuse, he didn’t show up at the Academic Decathlon practices and he didn’t show up at your house when you were supposed to hang out. You shrugged it off, until you remembered there was a deadline at the end of the week for a certain essay, which was to be graded highly and after all Peter had missed, he couldn’t afford another bad grade. It was Friday, you stood with Peter and Ned at Peter’s locker. “Dude, your Spidey and Peter agendas aren’t really matching, is schoolwork going to be a problem?” Ned asked. “No man, it’s fine, just got like two bad grades, nothing major, besides, I’ll catch up with everything in no time.” Peter shrugged. “Well, if you just hand in that essay today I think you’ll be good.” Ned said. Peter’s face drained of color. “Essay..?” he mumbled confused. “Yeah man, you didn’t do it?” Ned widened his eyes. “Shit, shit, shit-...” he slammed his locker shut and turned to you two, a bit panicked. “What the hell should I do?!”. Ned opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by you, pressing a small stack of papers in Peters hands. “Rely on your girlfriend..” you said bluntly as the bell rang, walking off to your class. Peter looked at the essay in his hands in shock, before looking down the hallway at you again. “Oh my god, I love you!” he blurted out loudly, for everyone to hear.
It happened the day Odin had fallen into Odinsleep. You were standing in Loki’s bedroom, the room was dark as the curtains were closed, only a few torches on the wall lit the room up moderately. Loki stood with his back turned to you, you could see him breathing heavy by the way his shoulders lifted rapidly. “They lied to me…” he said coldly. “What-..?” you wanted to ask. “They lied to me..” he repeated. “About who I am… my entire life…” he finished. You frowned. “A monster..” he mumbled, almost more to himself. “Loki, you’re not a monster-..” you were about to say, until Loki swiftly turned around, as if you had said the most offensive thing in the world. You widened your eyes as you looked at him. “You’re-..?” “Horrifying?! Revolting?! A Frost giant?!” he spat, walking over to you threateningly. You stood your ground as he leaned over you a bit, keeping eye contact with his now bright, red eyes, who looked down upon you with anger but also fear in his eyes. “Yes my love, take a good look at what I actually am…” he said with gritted teeth. “Loki…” you muttered soft and utterly calm. He frowned confused at you, still waiting for you to scream or something. “Your origins don’t matter to me.” you said calm. “Wh-what..?” he said a bit breathless. You lifted your arm, holding out your hand. His blue, dull skin, turned into his normal, warm skin tone again, right as you put your hand on his cheek. He closes his eyes and places his hand on top of yours. You smiled soft at him. “You’re no monster…” you whispered. He opened his eyes, they had turned back into their beautiful, green state, as he looked down at you again. “I-.. I love you…” he choked out.
You had met Thor on earth. You knew who and what Thor was: a god. He had talked your ears off plenty of times about Asgard and his infamous battles in space, but you had never been there. Thor had left to Asgard on multiple occasions, promising you he’d take you with him one day. Today was that day: Thor finally wanted you to meet his parents. You had just arrived at Asgard through the Bifrost, which had made you nauseous. You quickly put that aside though once you took a good look at where you had just arrived: Asgard. It was beautiful and you silently wished Thor would’ve taken you here earlier. You made your way into the castle where you were greeted by maids. Thor said he had some small business to do and that you’d meet up again in a bit. The maids took you to the room you would be staying. “Lady y/n, would you allow us to assist you in freshening you up after your trip?” One of the maids asked. You nodded but frowned a bit, apparently they knew your name and apparently ‘freshening up’ meant dressing up in a gorgeous Asgardian gown, getting your hair done beautifully and being treated like an absolute princess. Eventually they escorded you to the enormous Great Hall doors, where Thor was already standing, still looking the exact same as when he got here. His eyes widened a bit when he caught sight of you. The maids left as you stood next to Thor, quite nervous. “I’m glad you want me to meet your parents, I know it’s something of importance to you.” you smiled up at him. Thor just smiled back at you, he is nervous as well, especially for his father's reaction, but seeing your enthusiasm eased him. He took your hand and right before he walked into the Great Hall, he turned to you again shortly. “I love you y/n.”
“Принцеза, where is my running jacket?” Pietro asked as he was running from one place to the other, searching. “I put it in the washing machine, it smelled.” you said as you stood in the kitchen, making some breakfast for Pietro and you. “But I’m going out in a bit, I need it.” “Then grab your other one.” “The other one is more comfortable.” he pouted. You sighed deep and stopped what you were doing, making your way to the laundry room. You took out his wet jacket and put it in the dryer. “It’ll be dry in a bit.” You continued what you were doing in the kitchen, before handing Pietro his breakfast. He eats as he keeps pacing around, this boy can never sit or stand still. “How long did you say it was going to take before it dried?” he asked with his mouth full. “Just wait.” you sighed again. Pietro was done eating in no time and he rushed to the laundry room. “Can I take it out?” he yelled. You rolled your eyes short. “Sure.” you replied. He came running back. “It’s still a bit wet, but good enough.” he smiled dorkily. “Now I have to go.” in a split second he ran towards the door, making some papers that were laying on the table fly around. “Oops, sorry.” You knelt to grab the papers, putting them back on the table. You were used to all the literal speed that went into a normal day with Pietro and it was funny from time to time, but sometimes tiring as well, he knew that. You put your hands in your side as you looked at him. He looked at you for a few seconds with his lips pressed together, before he sped towards you, standing still in front of you as he pecked you on your cheek. “I love you Принцеза.”
Принцеза = Princeza (Princess)
Wanda had a bit of difficulty with American culture at first. Yes, she could speak English and all, but sometimes she missed things from her homeland. You had noticed that, so you dedicated yourself to learning as much of her culture as possible. That included cooking for her, something you were going to do for her. She had told about some dishes she really liked when she was younger, so you quickly went searching for recipes. You stood in the kitchen, frowning as you read the recipe, you had to say you weren’t the best cook. You eventually started following the recipe, glancing at it frequently, really wanting to do this well for Wanda. You finished after some time and called for Wanda. She came walking in just as you were putting the food on two plates. “What is this?” she asked. “Ја сам кухана за тебе” you tried to say with confidence, you had tried learning some Serbian, but you were pretty bad at it. “You are cooked for me?” she asked laughing. You groaned at your failure. “I try.” You chuckled. “It smells good, what is it?” “Paprikash, you’ve told me you liked that.” She widened her eyes a bit and smiled. “I do, where is this coming from though if I may ask?” “I know you’ve been missing your home and all, so I thought I’d do this one thing for you.” You said as you shoved one of the plates to her, as she sat down at the kitchen island, before taking a bite. You sat down as well, waiting for her reaction. “That’s actually not too bad” she said as she smiled bright. “Yes!” you smirked, proud at yourself. Wanda kept smiling as she looked at you with admiration and gratefulness. “Волим те” (I love you)
You were out on a mission with Natasha. You were a skilled spy and sniper, you were mostly put on missions that required a lot of stealth. You and Nat had been dating for a little while, so missions with just the two of you were always nice: none of the guys would be interfering, no jokes or bickering that would make you roll your eyes and this way you could keep a close eye on one another, after all, you both were very protective of the other. “I see 3 guys out here by the gates” you said through your earpiece as you were situated on top of a building. “All right, I’ll go through there, you keep your eyes open.” you heard Natasha’s voice in your ear. “I always do.” you smirked to yourself as you looked through your scope at the guards. “Think you can handle them all, I’ve got a clear shot from here.” “Have a little faith in me y/n.” you heard the playfulness in her tone. You saw Natasha in the distance, a corner away from where the guards were standing. Then she attacked, this was always the fun part to look at. She took the three of them out in which seemed like seconds, soundless and unseen. You grinned as you saw Natasha look your direction with a smirk on her face. Then you spot movement in the corner of your eye through the scope. As Nat tries to break into the gates, two armed men come walking over from an exit you both hadn’t seen. The two yell and raise their weapons as they spot Natasha, who you can see cursing. You swiftly aimed your sniper and shot twice, taking them both out through a headshot. “Careful there, you owe me one now.” you said with sass and cheekiness in your voice. You heard Natasha chuckle. “God, I love you.”
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