Marvel Oneshots

Playing with their rings

Tony:

The sound of cameras clicks in the background, each flash adding to the intensity of the spotlight trained on Y/n. Press events with Tony were usually comfortable since he was great at shouldering the limelight, but tonight's crowd is larger than usual, and the questions feel sharper.

Subtly, Y/n reaches for Tony's hand, twisting his wedding band around his finger while her other hand rests over his knuckles. Tony notices immediately and tightens his fingers around hers.

"Hey," he murmurs, just loud enough for her to hear. "You know you don't have to be here, right? They're here to see me, not grill you."

Y/n takes a deep breath, feeling her anxiety ebb slightly at his reassuring tone. "I just... prefer to be next to you."

A smirk tugs at Tony's lips as he turns his attention to the reporters, slipping his hand around her waist. He answers the next question with his usual flair but gives her fingers a reassuring squeeze. Even with the crowd staring, he leans down, planting a quick kiss on her forehead, letting everyone know she's his number one priority tonight.

Steve:

The buzzing noise of the crowded subway station fills Y/n's ears, her nerves fraying with each step forward. She's holding onto Steve's hand like a lifeline, but it doesn't stop her from playing with the ring on his finger.

Noticing her movements, Steve smiles gently. "You okay, sweetheart?" he asks, voice soothing in the cacophony around them.

"I'm fine. It's just a lot of people," she replies, keeping her eyes on his hand. Her fingers keep twisting the ring, grounding herself in his warmth.

Steve moves them to the side, positioning his body protectively between her and the crowd. "Let's wait here until it thins out. I don't mind taking all night if it means you're comfortable."

They stand there, hand in hand, until the crowd dissipates. Steve's thumb moves in soothing circles on her wrist, and when he catches her staring at the ring again, he chuckles softly. "You know, you could wear it if it helps."

Bucky:

Y/n clings to Bucky's hand as they sit on a park bench, her anxiety ramping up from the crowded event they'd just left. She rolls his ring around his finger absentmindedly, her fingers brushing the cool metal as a grounding reminder.

Bucky watches her in silence, waiting for the moment when she meets his gaze. When she does, his expression is warm, eyes filled with understanding. "You're doing great, doll," he whispers, brushing a kiss against her knuckles.

Y/n manages a small smile, and Bucky keeps her hand secure in his, shifting his body slightly to block her from any onlookers. His protective stance isn't overt, but he stays alert, shoulders taut, ready to intervene at the first sign of anyone causing her more discomfort.

"Take all the time you need," he assures her quietly. "I'll be right here."

Loki:

The bustling restaurant was busier than they expected, and Y/n feels every pair of eyes that lands on them. Loki, ever perceptive, picks up on her discomfort as she fidgets with his ring, twisting it around his finger.

"Does this realm's noise unsettle you, my love?" he asks in a low tone, his cool gaze sweeping the room as he places a reassuring hand on her knee.

She nods, pressing her hand over his as she continues twisting his ring. "A little. I just need a second."

Without hesitation, Loki stands and places his arm around her shoulders, leading her outside, his face resolute as he clears the path with a mere glance. Once in the fresh air, he turns to her, his hands resting on her shoulders.