Avengers Preferences

He sees your scars

TRIGGER WARNING!!!!!!!! Self harm!!!!

Steve: "(Y/N)?" Steve asked as you reached into the cabinet to put the dishes away. "What's that on your wrist?" You'd only been living with Steve for a month and always wore long sleeves around him. It must have slid up your arm as you reached up into the cabinet, revealing your self-harm scars.

"What's what?" You ask quietly, trying to pull now your sleeve. Steve walked uo to you, grabbed your arm, and rolls up your sleeve. His hand flew to his mouth.

"Oh, sweetheart," he whispered, pulling you into a tight hug. After he released you, Steve looked at you with glossy eyes. "How long has it been since you last... you know?"

"Two months," you said.

"We've been together for two months..."

"Exactly," you blushed.

"You mean, I'm the reason you've stopped?" He murmured. You nodded. Steve pulled you into another hug.

"Please never hurt yourself again. I'll always be here for you, no matter what. I love you. Remember that," Steve whispered, kissing your forehead. You were so shocked by the way he reacted that you didn't realize, until later, that Steve had just told you he loved you for the first time.

Tony: You'd been really insecure about your weight for as long as you can remember and you finally decided to do something about it. For the past two weeks, you'd been working out and dieting. It was now time to weigh yourself. Tony hated the whole thing because he thought you were perfect, so you waited until he was out of the house. Besides, he was probably just saying that because he was your boyfriend.

You stripped down to your undergarments and glanced at the scars on your thighs, just heeling from last week. You shook your head and stepped on the scale. The number disappointed you. As you stepped off, you sighed. Spirits deflated, you didn't see Tony until you walked into him.

"Hey, beautiful," he smiled. Tony looked you up and down, eyes landing on your thighs. You cringed. You hadn't told Tony and hadn't planned to anytime soon.

"Are those fresh?" He asked quietly.

"Last week," you whispered.

"No, no, no, no, no, no," Tony muttered, tears falling down his cheek. "Please don't hurt yourself. Next time you feel bad, please talk to me. Don't do this to yourself, gorgeous. I can't stand to see you hurt."

"I just... I get down... I can't explain it," you replied, crying too.

"You don't have to, but just don't do it again. Promise me that," he said, hugging you.

"I'll try," you said.

"Good. All I want is to protect you from the demons. You dont have to deal with them alone anymore."

Clint: "Hey, Clint?" You mumbled.

"Yes, baby girl," he answered. You and Clint had been together for over two years. You'd never told him and he'd never seen the scars. You were engaged now. This meant no more secrets.

"Would you still love me if I used to self-harm?" You murmured. Clint's head snapped up from his book.

"Of course! Why?" He asked. You pulled up your sleeve. Clint gasped, ran to you, and engulfed you in his arms.

"Why'd you hurt yourself, baby?" he whispered. "I was so blind. I should have noticed. God, I'm a horrible boyfriend."

"No your not," you said, kissing his cheek. "It's not like I've been making it easy to figure out."