Steve:
You were sound asleep in you and Steve's bedroom, dreaming about cooking dinner with Steve and him laughing loudly at something. You started to stir, a smile on your face, and you reached out to Steve's side of the bed to pull him closer. There was a problem though, Steve wasn't there. Finding a cold empty bed instead of finding the love of your life woke you instantly causing you to immediately sit up in bed. As you rubbed your eyes, you looked around the room to see if Steve as there. When you didn't find him, you got out of bed and went to look for him, first knocking on the bathroom door and when you got no answer you walked out into the hall. You quietly and slowly started down the stairs to see if maybe Steve was in the living room. Once you were downstairs you noticed a light on in the dining room and then saw Steve sitting at the table, staring quite intently at a glass of water.
"Steve." At the sound of your voice Steve looked up and gave you a small smile.
"Hey darling, what are you doing up?"
"I could ask you the same thing." As you spoke you pulled out the chair next to Steve and sat down facing him. He turned a bit to face you.
"I guess you could, but how about since I asked first you answer first." You smirked at him.
"Fine, I woke up to find your side of the bed empty and I knew I wanted to know where you had gone. Now it's your turn, go." He smiled at you and reached out his hand to take yours.
"I was just thinking about some
things."
"What things Steve?" You asked trying to catch his eye again as he stared at the table. He sighed trying to decide how he should answer you. "C'mon Spangles, you know you can tell me anything." He finally looked at you again staring at you for another moment before finally answering you.
"I was thinking about Bucky." You brow furrowed at this, thinking about his best friend shouldn't be causing him concern like this. "I was just thinking about what happened to him, back during the war. If I had been just a few seconds faster I could have saved him. Everything that happened to him...Hydra... the arm...the brain washing... I could have prevented it. I could have saved him." At this point Steve had let go of your hand and was leaning his arms on his knees, head in his hands. You put a hand on his shoulder, rubbing it lightly, before reaching out and cupping his face with your other hand. You lightly pulled his head up so that he was looking at you again.
"Steve, I need you to listen to me very carefully. Nothing that happened to Bucky was your fault, the only people to blame are those Hydra bastards. You did everything you could to save him, and when you found him again you did save him. You can't blame yourself for things you can't control, and I'm sure as hell not going to let you." Steve gave you a small smile before leaning forward and kissing your cheek.
"C'mon we better get back to bed." Steve grabbed your hand and pulled you both up heading toward the stairs. When he reached them though, he turned and stopped before heading up. He gave you a cheeky grin. "One more thing, language." You laughed at this and gave his chest a light slap.
"Shut up, you Dorito." Now it was Steve who was laughing as he continued back upstairs to the bedroom.
Bucky:
Bucky had been having trouble sleeping lately, he had been nightmares more and more often. Which is why when you woke up to find him missing from the bed, you weren't entirely surprised. You were definitely worried though. So you quickly slipped on a pair of Bucky's sweatpants that were in a drawer next to the bed and headed out to find him. With your arms crossed over your chest you shuffled down the hall towards the kitchen. When you got there Bucky was standing in the dark, leaning up against the counter. You walked into the kitchen and jumped up to sit on the island, opposite the counter Bucky was leaning against. Then you folded your hands in your lap and stared at him, waiting for him to speak. He chuckled lightly at you and took a step forward.
"What woke you up Doll?" He asked taking another couple steps forward to stand directly in front of you.
"A cold bed." You answered with a smirk.
"Sorry about that." He said placing his hands on either side of your legs. You reached out and wrapped your arms around his neck.
"So...are you going to tell me what happened this time?" He sighed.
"It wasn't a nightmare." You raised an eyebrow at this. "I guess I was so worried about what horrible things I would see in my sleep, that I couldn't get myself to sleep."
"Oh Buck, that's not any better. You need to rest!" You stressed, concern obvious in your voice.
"I know , I know, it's just...all of those awful things....I don't want to see them again."
"This is why you should talk about your nightmares. The only way to get rid of them is to deal with them." Bucky stared into your eyes for several minutes. "Please, Bucky. Let me help you, tell me what you're so afraid of." Another few minutes passed before he finally answered you.
"Myself." As he answered you he let his head hang down, staring at the floor. "The nightmares they have been about the things I've done...and the things I can do." His eyes started to water as he looked back up at you. "I've been dreaming about hurting people, all the people that I've killed...all the people that I care about...Steve...You. It's killing me to think that I could do those things, to know what I've done, to know what I am." You pulled him closer to you, moving your hands to wrap your arms around his torso. Then you looked directly into his beautiful, and incredibly sad eyes as you spoke.
"Bucky, that is not who you are. You are not what Hydra made you do. You are James Buchanan Barnes, your best friend is Steve Rogers, you're married to me. You like to cuddle for hours at a time, and you love Indiana Jones. The Winter Soldier was created by awful, disgusting excuses for men and that is not who you are. You are not going to hurt me, or Steve, or anyone else, not ever again. You have overcome what was done to you and you are a far better man than you let yourself believe. I trust you, please try to trust yourself?" Bucky pressed a kiss on your cheek, a bit of a wet one because he had been crying.
"I'll do my best Doll."
"Your best is enough." He smiled at you and gave you a tight hug, before suddenly picking you up and tossing you onto his shoulder. Then he quickly jogged back to the bedroom while you giggled at him the whole way. Then he tossed you lightly onto the bed and crawled over to hover above you. He leaned down and gave you a sweet kiss before letting himself fall down next to you and pull you up against his chest.
"Thank you for everything, (Y/N). I love you." He whispered into your ear.
"I love you too Buck."
Pietro:
You had fallen asleep a few hours ago, excited by the fact that you and Pietro were getting married in just a few short days. Pietro was just as excited as you were, but he was also nervous. He hadn't mentioned his concerns to you, so you were unaware of the thoughts that had been running around his head while you were asleep next to him. Eventually he was unable to stay still any longer, so he placed a quick kiss on your forehead and slipped out of bed to the living room. What he didn't know was that for the first time since you started sharing a bed, his movement woke you up. You were very confused as your tired eyes observed the silver streak exiting the bedroom. You yawned before throwing on a sweatshirt and following your fiance. You quietly headed out to the living room and found Pietro pacing the living room running a hand through his hair. This caused you quite a bit of concern, and you were sure that your face made that quite obvious.
"Alright, Speedy what's got you knickers in a twist?" You practically shouted the question at him to get his attention. Pietro stopped and let out a light breathy chuckle before he began pacing nervously again.
"It's nothing to worry about, Princessa. Go back to bed, I'll be there soon." You shook your head at the dismissal. You were not going to leave him without getting an answer.
"Not an acceptable answer, so tell me what's going on." Pietro looked at you, slowing his pacing just the slightest bit.
"I'm worried...about... the wedding." He answered slowly, and your heart dropped. The only feeling that you had about the wedding was joy, and the idea of him not feeling the same hurt.
"What?" You asked pulling back a bit.
"It's not you (Y/N). I love you more than life itself, and I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you, that's not what I'm worried about. I'm worried that one day you won't feel the same." He started pacing faster again. "What if I'm not good enough for you? What if some day you start to be annoyed by my constant hyper-activeness? What if I screw up everything? What if I mess up my vows? What if it rains during the ceremony? What if your heels are too high and you trip, and hurt yourself?" At this point you were smiling at him, and stepped right in his path. He stopped pacing right in front of you and you placed your hands on his shoulders pulling him in for a kiss. When the kiss broke, he had calmed down just a little bit.
"Look Pietro, you have nothing to worry about. You are the perfect guy for me, and I know you're not going to mess things up because you care too much. I love every part of you, and that includes your speed and hyperactivity. In fact I find it absolutely adorable. As for the wedding, if you're a mess during your vows it won't matter because I know that you're nervous because you're excited. If it rains, I'll be too happy about my new husband to care. Also I won't trip and fall because I won't be wearing heals on a beach and even if I do I won't have to worry about getting hurt because I know you'll catch me." Pietro was tearing up as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to him, burying his face in your hair. You rubbed his back, as he whispered into your neck.
"Thank you, Princessa, and I will most certainly catch you if you fall." You smiled again before pulling away, and giving Pietro a kiss before dragging him back to the bedroom.
Loki:
Around one in the morning you found yourself waking up and running quickly to the bathroom. What you hadn't realized before getting out of bed, was that Loki was no longer there. When you returned however, that fact became very obvious to you. After giving the empty bed a confused look, you headed into the main space of the apartment in search of your mischievous lover. When you did find him, he was sitting on the couch in only his pajama bottoms. A cup of barely touched tea resting on the coffee table. You crossed your arms, and shook your head lightly before making your way over to the couch. Loki didn't even notice that you were there until you sat down next to him and curled up to his side, head on his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around you and kissed your temple before saying anything to you.
"So my love, are you going to tell me why you are awake? You were sound asleep just a few moments ago." He asked while staring at the wall opposite the two of you.
"I woke up and noticed you were gone. I wanted to know where you were." Loki smiled at your answer.
"Well I'm right here, love. Although I do believe you have already figured that out." Now it was your turn to smile.
"So, horns, are you going to tell me why you're here and not in bed with me?"
"I was having trouble sleeping, and I did not want to wake you with my restlessness." You nodded slowly.
"What's keeping you awake?" Loki let out a long breath and stayed silent for a long moment before giving you any sort of answer.
"Do you truly love me?" The question caught you off guard.
"Of course I do! I've told you so countless times." You sat up so that you could face him.
"I know that, it's just..." Loki looked away from you and instead at the floor. "I don't understand why you do. I don't understand how you could love me." As he finished his sentence he looked back up at you and when you saw the pain in his eyes your heart broke. "How can someone like you love the monster that I am? I certainly do not deserve it." Hearing Loki talk about himself like this broke you, and tears started to fall as you wrapped your arms around his bare torso and pulled yourself tightly to his chest.
"You are not a monster." You said slowly, with your eyes closed and your forehead pressed to his chest. "I love you because while other people may see only the darkness in you, I see the good." Loki then wrapped his arms around your shoulders. "I love you because I know that you have a good heart, I know that you care, and I know that you love...so deeply. Please, don't ever call yourself a monster again." Your heard Loki sniff and looked up find tears streaming down his face. When he saw you looking at him he leaned down to kiss you ever so lightly and he whispered against your lips.
"That heart you see, it belongs to you, always." The two of you remained there on the couch, holding each other, until eventually you both fell asleep.
Clint:
It was around two in the morning when you woke suddenly from your sleep for no particular reason. You reached for Clint's hand that was always on your hip, only to find that it wasn't there. You rolled over to face Clint, making sure that he was still there and he was laying on his back, hands held over his stomach. You noticed the moonlight glinting off his open eyes and propped your head up with your elbow, placing your other hand on Clint's arm.
"Hey." You whispered softly to him. He smiled back at you in the darkness.
"Hey Kitten." He whispered back at you.
"Why aren't you asleep?"
"I was having trouble falling asleep." You frowned at his answer.
"Anything in particular troubling you?" You asked while rubbing small circles on his arm with your thumb.
"I was thinking about what Loki did to me, about having no control over my actions, no choice." He answered while rolling onto his side to face you. You moved your hand up to his face, rubbing your thumb over his cheek bone.
"That's over Clint, you're you again and Loki is never going to do that to you again." He sighed.
"I know that, it's just...what if something else happens to me, and..." He trailed off before finishing the thought.
"'And' what Clint?" You asked, concern obvious in your voice.
"What if I hurt you? It's no secret that my life isn't exactly a safe one and I couldn't live with myself if something were to happen to you. Particularly if that something happened at my hands." The archer looked like he was about to cry. You closed the space between the two of you, just a little bit.
"Oh Clint." You sighed leaning your forehead against his. "That isn't going to happen. I'm safer by your side than I would be anywhere else in the world, and even if you don't trust yourself I trust you. You don't have to worry about anything happening to me, after all I'm not the one putting myself in harms way all the time, am I?"
"I guess that part is true at least." Clint said with a small half smile.
"Plus, even if something were to happen to me, it's not happening right now. I'm safe right here, with you." As you spoke you put your hand on his chest. "So, at least for now, leave the worry for another day. Okay?" He sighed again, placing his hand on your shoulder.
"I guess you're right."
"Yes I am." In response Clint chuckled at you before kissing your forehead. A few minutes later the two of you were both sound asleep. Clint still worried about you, but let himself be comforted by the fact that you were currently safe in his arms.