Tony Stark:
Tony catches you standing on the balcony, cigarette in hand, when he'd come out to surprise you with a drink. He freezes mid-step, his face twisting in disbelief. "Are you kidding me?" His voice is sharp, almost hurt. "We talked about this, remember?" You freeze, knowing exactly what he means, your fingers instinctively stubbing out the cigarette against the railing. "It was just one," you mutter, knowing that wouldn't soften the blow. "One leads to more, babe, we both know that," he snaps, pacing in front of you like he's brainstorming some new tech, except the problem right now is you. His eyes are tired, pleading. "I get it, quitting's hard. I was a mess giving up drinking, but I need you to take this seriously. For me. For us." He steps closer, voice softer now, hand brushing yours. "I love you, and I can't lose you over something like this." His words hit harder than any angry shout could, and guilt floods through you. "I'm sorry, Tony," you whisper, your voice cracking. He exhales, pulling you into a hug, resting his chin on top of your head. "I know you are. Let's just try again. Together."
Bruce Banner:
Bruce finds you hiding in the garage, smoke curling from your fingers as you lean against the workbench. His soft, hesitant voice breaks the silence. "I thought you quit?" You jump, quickly trying to flick the cigarette away, but it's too late. He saw it. Bruce steps closer, his brow furrowed, concern clouding his face more than anger. "I-I did. I mean, I was trying," you stammer, feeling the guilt creep in. His eyes flicker from your face to the cigarette butt still smoldering on the floor. "I know it's hard," he says gently, and the sincerity in his tone makes your heart sink. "But I also know what it's like to lose control of something. It... changes you." He crosses his arms, clearly struggling with how to handle this. "I don't want you to hurt yourself," he adds softly, the weight of his words heavy between you two. You sigh, dropping your head. "I didn't mean for it to happen again, Bruce." He offers a small smile, stepping forward and placing a hand on your arm. "It's okay. We'll figure it out. Just... next time, talk to me, okay? I'm here for you."
Thor Odinson:
Thor finds you in the garden, the faint scent of smoke wafting in the air as he approaches. His eyes widen as he catches sight of you puffing away, and he strides forward, his expression a mixture of confusion and disapproval. "What is this?" he booms, plucking the cigarette from your hand with surprising delicacy. "You told me you were done with this habit!" You bite your lip, shrinking under his disappointed gaze. "I... I slipped," you admit, feeling his towering presence as he tosses the cigarette to the ground and crushes it beneath his boot. "Slipped?" he repeats, his voice softer now, though still tinged with hurt. "Why did you not tell me you were struggling? Have I not sworn to stand by your side in all matters, even this?" You sigh, the weight of his expectations crushing you. "I didn't want to disappoint you." Thor's features soften as he cups your face in his large hands, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze. "You are my heart," he murmurs. "There is no disappointment, only concern. We face challenges together, always. Let us fight this battle as one."
Loki Laufeyson:
Loki catches you in the corner of the backyard, cigarette pressed between your lips, and his sharp eyes immediately narrow in on you. "So, this is how you honor your promises, hmm?" His voice is laced with sarcasm, but there's an undercurrent of real hurt in there, too. You freeze, already feeling the sting of guilt as you drop the cigarette and stomp it out, but Loki's already walking over with that infuriatingly graceful stride of his. "I thought you said you were done with this foolish mortal habit." His tone is cold, but his eyes flicker with something softer. "I was... I am... I just—" You stammer, but he cuts you off with a raised hand. "I don't need excuses. I need you alive and well, not choking on smoke." He takes a deep breath, clearly battling his own frustrations. "I do not wish to see you harm yourself. If you require help, then tell me. I am not without mercy." You meet his gaze, sighing. "I know, I just... it's hard." Loki steps closer, his hand brushing your cheek. "Most things worth doing are," he says softly. "But I'll help you, if you let me."
