Tony Stark:
Tony's nightmares usually revolve around his failures—people he couldn't save, tech he built causing destruction, and his worst fear of losing you. One night, you're jolted awake by the sharp, startled breath Tony takes, his body rigid beside you. His skin is cold, slick with sweat as his brow furrows. "Tony, wake up," you whisper, shaking him gently, but he doesn't respond immediately. Instead, his hand grips your wrist tightly as if holding onto you for dear life. When his eyes snap open, he gasps your name, "Y/N." His voice is raspy, filled with vulnerability you rarely see. "It's alright," you soothe, pulling him into your arms. "I lost you," he chokes out, his hands tightening around your waist. "I couldn't stop it. I tried, but... you were gone." He's shaking now, and all you can do is hold him, brush a hand through his hair, and remind him that you're there. "I'm not going anywhere, Tony. I'm right here," you say firmly. His heart thuds against your chest as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, mumbling something about how he's terrified of not being enough to protect you. "You don't have to be perfect. Just be here," you reply softly, kissing his temple. He sighs deeply, the tension slowly easing from his muscles as your heartbeat anchors him back to reality. "Thanks," he whispers after a long pause. You smile, running your fingers through his hair again. "Always."
Bruce Banner:
Bruce doesn't talk about his nightmares, but you know he has them—especially after missions or when he's stressed. One night, you're woken by a low growl coming from his side of the bed. His muscles are tensed, fists clenched so tightly you're worried he might hurt himself, or worse, turn into the Hulk. "Bruce," you call softly, reaching over but hesitating just before touching him. You've learned not to startle him awake, but tonight you don't have a choice. "Bruce!" you say more firmly, your hand on his shoulder. His eyes fly open, glowing faintly green for a split second before the color fades. "Y/N," he breathes out, staring at you with wide eyes, still caught in the remnants of the dream. "It's okay," you murmur, sitting up and gently stroking his arm. "What happened?" He swallows hard, blinking a few times before he speaks. "I... I hurt you," he whispers, his voice thick with shame. "The Other Guy... I couldn't stop him." You shake your head, cupping his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you. "You didn't. You never have, and you never will. You control him, Bruce." His eyes search yours for reassurance, and you can feel his fear—fear of losing control, fear of hurting the person he loves most. "I'm scared," he admits, his voice barely a whisper. "I know," you reply softly, kissing his forehead. "But I trust you. We'll get through it together." He exhales shakily, nodding slightly as he leans into your touch, grounding himself in the comfort of your presence.
Thor Odinson:
Thor's nightmares are often about Asgard, its fall, and the people he couldn't save. One night, you wake up to find him sitting at the edge of the bed, his broad shoulders hunched and his hands gripping Mjolnir like it's the only thing keeping him together. His breaths are uneven, chest heaving as he stares blankly ahead. "Thor?" you call softly, slipping out of bed and moving to sit beside him. His eyes meet yours, filled with guilt and pain. "I saw it again," he mutters, his voice thick with sorrow. "The destruction. I could hear their screams... I couldn't save them." You place a hand on his arm, squeezing gently. "It wasn't your fault." He shakes his head, eyes darkening. "It was. I should have been stronger, wiser... I failed them." His hands tighten around Mjolnir, knuckles white. You move closer, resting your head on his shoulder. "You didn't fail anyone. You fought until the end, Thor. Asgard wasn't lost because of you." He sighs deeply, some of the tension easing from his massive frame, though his eyes remain clouded with regret. "But what if I fail you, Y/N?" he asks quietly, his voice laced with fear. "You won't," you answer firmly, pulling his hand into yours. "We face everything together, and you're stronger than you give yourself credit for." He looks at you, his expression softening as your words sink in. "Thank you," he murmurs, finally placing Mjolnir down and pulling you into his embrace, his arms strong and protective around you. "I'm not going anywhere," you remind him softly, and he presses a kiss to your forehead. "Nor am I," he whispers in return.
