That was beautiful, Bruce. Oh my stars, I think my eyes are still watering." You bury your face in his arm.
He pats the top of your head, "There, there. I told you it was tearjerker. I'm glad you liked it."
Stand Up For Her - Loki
You're sitting on the ground, crying. When your trickster boyfriend waltzes in, he has no idea as to what happened to you. All he know is that something is gravely wrong and he needs to find out.
"(y/n)! What's the matter, my love?" He swoops down, taking your face in his hands and rubbing away the tears from your eyes.
You keep shaking your head and continue crying, "One of the agents told me I was a waste of human life and that I should go crawl in a hole and die... All I did was forget to get his folders from Fury...."
Oh, how his blood boiled.
"Did he now? Tell me who this foolish man is and I'll put him in his place."
You swallow hard, "No, Loki. I don't want you to get in trouble…."
He rises to his feet, bringing you closer to him, "I must. Not only did he insult you, but he made you cry. You, my darling (y/n), deserve nothing, but the best and I will not tolerate such behavior towards you."
Loki kisses your forehead, and leaves, knowing exactly who the perpetrator is.
*Moments Later*
A loud crash on a floor above you sends you scurrying upstairs to find a broken window and Loki triumphantly looking out of it.
"What did you...do?" You ask warily.
He turns to you and smiles happily, "Ah, I threw him out the window, but don't worry. He's not hurt badly; it was a warning to watch his tongue around you. He won't be bothering you anymore."
You go to hug him, "Thanks, but you didn't have to do that..."
The raven-haired man grins, "Oh, but I did. Let me know if he bothers you again and I'll make sure he gets more than just a warning next time."
Comfort Her - Clint
"Babe?" The archer enters the doorway, a platter of breakfast essentials on a large tray.
You stir in your quiet slumber, not eager to open your eyes.
Stifling a yawn, you open your eyes and moan.
"Ngh...Clint, is that you?"
You rotate your body to the right and spot him, a smile breaking on to his face.
"Morning, Sunshine. How are you feeling?" He rests the tray on top of a desk.
You groan, "I feel like death warmed over. Otherwise, I feel rather peachy. My back is killing me though....."
You lay down on your back.
Clint wanders over to you, sitting on the edge of the bed.
He places a gentle hand on your stomach, rubbing your tummy softly.
A delayed response from you followed by a kick from inside of your stomach is all he needs to smile.
"Ah, the little one's causing you trouble?"
You nod, "Kept me up all...night...long..."
His hands take yours and gives them a small squeeze.
"I'm proud of you, (y/n). Honestly, if I was in this situation, I'd be crying every single day... You, on the other hand, kept it going."
You frown, "You're such a doll, Barton. But, unbeknownst to you, I've been crying for the last three months.... "
He chuckles and kisses your forehead, "Still, you're a fighter and I know you're going to be a great mother to our child."
You sigh.
No arguing with that.
"Aww, I love you, sweetheart. "
You cup the side of his face with your free hand, caressing him.
"I love you too, (y/n)."
Give Her Advice When She Needs It - Thor
The Norse god frowned at the time.
6:49
They were going to be late.
"(y/n), please hurry! We will be late for Brother Anthony's party!" He shouts from the living room.
"O-Okay! Umm... Wait a minute!" You charge into the living room, a couple of dresses draped on your shoulders.
You pull them off your back and reveal them to him.
"Can you help me, Thor? I have everything else laid out, but I don't know what to wear!"
You toss both outfits on the couch for him to see.
He puts on a brave face and carefully considers the best thing for you to wear.
On the left is a (f/c) knee-length strapless dress with a cute little bow tie in the back.
On the right is a (f/c) sheath dress with embroidered lace that's sheer from the collar bone to the chest.
Both are excellent choices.
The blond runs a hand through his hair and proceeds to pick both of them up, examining them closely.
"(y/n), hear me out for a minute..." He starts, lifting his eyes off the dresses.
You blush, "Okay..."
He places both on the edge of the couch and plants his hands on your shoulders.
"My beloved, you will look beautiful in anything you wear. I bet that you will beat any woman who is to compare to you. Wear what you feel suits you."
To conclude, he kisses you on the cheek, causing you to blossom red and retreat to your room.