Avengers Preferences

Your First Real Argument

Steve: "You aren't listening, Steve. You could have died out there, and I think you're in some far away, scary place for a day longer than you should be, but really, you were just visiting Brooklyn? C'mon, Steve! Cell phones actually do work there, y'know."
"I was busy," he said, continuing to slam his fists into the punching bag.
"Oh, with what? With who?"
He wouldn't answer. "Steve you wouldn't... You didn't," you gasped.
He just punched the bag with even more fury. "Steven Grant Rogers, I am speaking to you, can you look at me?!" you yelled. He turned an angry gaze towards you. "No, I didn't cheat on you. Wish you'd given me the same courtesy," he snapped. You gave him a confused face, then noticed a newspaper sticking out of his gym bag. Miss America? Make that Mrs. Stark! "Steve, that, w-we just had lunch together, nothing happened," you stammered, holding back your tears. "Just... Just don't. Go away, please... I can't even look at you right now."

Tony: "Tony, I fixed dinner! Come up, I haven't seen you since this morning, and we work on the same floor!"
"Can't, babe, busy." he muttered. That had been his reply for the past week. Well, I'll fix him up real fast. you thought. "Anthony Edward Stark," you growled, with every other footstep down the stairway to the lab. "Table." You pointed to the stairway. He simply ignored you. "TONY! I have dealt with your crap for so long, if you don't come up to that table right this very minute, I'm breaking up with you!"
"No, you won't."
"I will. You've done this before, so when it started up again I packed a suitcase. If you don't get in one of those chairs right now, I'm heading over to Nat's and you'll be my ex!" He stopped looking at his work, to look at you. You were mad, but you were trying not to get too angry. "I can't. This has to be finished."
"What, like we are now?!" you yelled, running up the stairs and you grabbed the suitcase off your bed. "I'm taking my vacation week! And don't call me either!" you half snarled, half screamed. Tony heard the door slam and he realized you were serious. He literally sped out of the lab and tried catching you, but you were already gone.

Bruce: "If you'd just calm down-" Bruce started. "No, Bruce! I can't calm down! You lost my paperwork! How the heck could you do that?" you nearly screamed. "Please, if I get angry-"
"Then get angry! YEAH, YOU HAVE A MONSTER IN YOU. NO, YOU'RE THE MONSTER! You have a problem! That paperwork was my life's work, Bruce! You lost it," you spat. Bruce stared at you. You'd never called him a monster before. "Y/N, I-"
"You know what I want? You to show yourself out the door. Go the heck away, you monster." You turned. "Well, fine! I guess you didn't want to hear that I finished it for you! I love you, too!" he screamed, slamming the door as he stormed out of your apartment. And I don't wanna see you back here again. You texted him. You hesitated, then wiped your doubt, pushing Send and throwing your phone on the couch. You cried tears of pure anger and hatred for about an hour. You don't have to worry about that, sweetie. I'll be long gone before you even realize it. his reply read when you looked at your phone again.

Clint: "Your parents what?" Clint asked, confused.
"They hate you, Clint, they don't want me to be with you," you confessed.
"Why are you telling me this? Is this an excuse? You don't want me, so you say your parents don't like me. Wow. I don't know what made me think you were so different. I guess you really aren't," Clint said. You stared in shock. Clint thought that? "Kat-"
"Don't call me that. I'm not your Katniss, anyways. You lied to me."
You held in your sobs and ran out of the ex-assassin's (now your ex-boyfriend?) apartment. Too late, he realized what he'd said. "Y/N! Wait, I-I... I didn't mean it..." the usually not emotion-revealing Clint slid down on the wall, curling into a sniffling ball.

Thor: "You can what?!" Thor asked. "I can... See. Kind of. It's weird, I shut my eyes and concentrate and I can see."
"You lied to me?" he questioned. You leaned against the wall, feeling trapped. "No, Thor, I just didn't know-"
"You... You kept things from me! I thought I meant more to you, Y/N," he replied curtly. "Thor, I-"
"Please leave my presence. You can show yourself out without Oliver, no?" he spat angrily. "Thor, if you'd just listen to me!" you raised your voice. "I asked you to leave," he simply said. "Well fine then! Have it your way, Thunder God!" you screamed, and then yanked on Ollie's collar, walking out the door.

Loki: "Loki," you whispered as you got off the phone with your parents. "We're gonna need to talk."
"This sounds like I'm in trouble. It was a harmless joke, Y/N. I never meant to hurt you or your parents. I love them more than I love my own-"
You held up a hand. "They thought I was hurt. Your mischief went too far this time, Loki."
There was confusion in his eyes. He'd done things worse than this. Why were you not forgiving him? He couldn't bring himself to speak.
"Listen, I'm not going to yell at you for this. But I think we need some time apart, and you know where the door is," you explained.

Bucky: Most of your arguments were the silent, brooding type with many silent treatments from Bucky. But your first and only fight, like full-blown fight, was something you'll never forget.
"You know what you should have done?! You should've gone back to Hydra! Killed Steve. Never met me. The whole nine yards! Maybe try to escape, kill your door guard in the process, me, and go and kill a few more people while you're at it. Enjoy that, James?"
"I will never go back there. Ever. In my life," Bucky snarled. You could practically see him snap, and before you could implement the skills you'd learned to defeat him, he had you pinned against the wall in a choke-hold. "Kill me. You'd like that, wouldn't you, Winter Soldier?" you spat, even though he could have killed you in a second. "That isn't me anymore. Don't you get it? I changed. I'm never going back there! I would die before I ever went back there," he screamed into your face. He let you go abruptly and he shoved you out the door of his house. You stood there shocked, before slamming your fist against his front door and storming away.

(Sorry if any of them sucked. I just couldn't really imagine many good arguments... And no Hulk, boo. D': Oh well... Will you get back together? Or are you DOOMED?!?!?! Nah, no doom. :P )