You're Feeling Insecure

Steve Rogers

          Not everyone is confident in their skin, there is always something we want to change and that is no different for you. You were incredibly insecure about your body, you felt very out of shape compared to the other females on the team. It always made you work harder, most of the time this did the trick and you would feel better and think nothing more of it. Today happened to be one of those lower days, one where no matter what you did you still felt bad and all of the sulkings in the world wouldn't make you feel better. You watched Natasha train and you admired her but also felt a bit jealous because she was very pretty, but behind you stood Steve watching you. He thought you were beautiful in every way and had noticed you were looking sad today and decided to do something for you. You were now just staring off into space, not focused on anything in particular until you felt hands wrap around your waist and a head lean gently on your shoulders. You couldn't help but smile, he always made you feel better no matter what was going on "hey" you whispered, your sadness evident in your small greeting and he frowned "smile, you're beautiful" you could only nod. He turned you so he could look at you properly "what's the matter?" he asked softly, you were embarrassed and ashamed "I don't look nearly as pretty as the other women here, you should be with one of them not me. . ." you grumbled stepping back from him. He held out his hand and when you took it he swiftly pulled you into a bear hug, "there is no one I want more than you, you are beautiful in every way to me. What made you think any differently?" you felt the tears sting your eyes and could only hold onto him. In between sniffles and hiccups you managed to whisper "thank you" he didn't respond he only kissed your head holding you until you felt better.

Tony Stark

     You always felt inadequate when Tony threw one of his bigger parties, you could always spot the women you felt were so much prettier than yourself. You tried not to let it get to you, tried to throw away the doubts and focus on the positives but some times you couldn't, some times it was too hard to ignore. The feelings made you upset and rightly so, who wouldn't be, right? You were in a back room trying to stay as far away from the commotion as you could manage but still be around. You felt more like a chaperon, trying to keep these people from getting out of control and it was tiresome. You built up the courage and stepped back out into the activities, that was a mistake because looking around you noticed Tony was talking and laughing with a group of girls. It made your heart hurt more as his eyes connected with your own, you turned back into the room you hadn't even fully left yet. He excused himself, placing his drink on the bar and headed towards you. He knocked on the door softly before walking in, you were sitting on the edge of the bed that was in the room. You were dressed for the occasion, a black dress and hair put up neatly, you looked very beautiful to him "what's the matter?" he asked getting straight to the point. you couldn't look him in the eyes but he knelt in front of you "talk to me? I'm not very good with these types of situations you know" you let out a small laugh, he was right of course he was awful at making people feel better. You glanced into his eyes and tears stung your own "they must be real charmers... .those girls" you motioned towards the party going on outside of the room. He laughed and that made you mad "what's so damn funny?!" you snapped and he hushed "you think they compare to you? You think I give a damn whether or not they're charming?" A look of shame crossed your face before you nodded "yes, I do" he kissed your forehead as he stood up from his kneeling position "well don't, I'm not going to throw away what I have here for any of them" you smiled and hugged him before heading out into the party without a doubt this time.

Bruce Banner

       Let's face it, you looked a mess most of the time because most of the time you were working in a lab. You couldn't be all dressed up and pretty working with chemicals or doing experiments, you wouldn't get anything done. You wore your lab coat and had your hair up, you managed a light dusting of make-up but that's about as fancy as it got to get ready in the mornings. You hated the way your hair made you look all unkempt and stuck out all the time, you hated the way the coat made you look fat, and you hated feeling like a walking mess. So it would get to you now and then, you would feel insecure about everything and that made you irritable and upset. You were sitting alone, eating some lunch, and staring into the plate as you did so, unaware of anything or anyone around you. Natasha noticed you sitting alone and was well aware of the disgusted look on your face, she knew how you felt but not how to help you so she went to the only person who could. She rushed to the lab, hoping to be in and out long before you, she was looking for Bruce and found his nose deep in books. She didn't knock, "Bruce?" he grunted a response "Bruce, she's upset and you need to fix it" she demanded and he put the book down looking at the red-head. "What?" Nat rolled her eyes "tell her she isn't a mess and she is pretty to you, she's been feeling so down lately. Gotta go! Don't forget!" she rushed out leaving the poor man confused but he wasn't when he noticed the depressed look on your face. He was not the best with words or making anyone feel better but he thought that if he tried, maybe it would help you. You rubbed your face, sitting back down to work on some papers that needed re-writing. You had lost yourself in your work again, it took your mind off of the other things that bothered you. You didn't notice Bruce standing next to you until he cleared his throat, "c-can I speak to you, alone?" you nodded and followed him, Tony giving you a sly grin which you rolled your eyes to. Leaving him to grumble to himself you followed Bruce, not sure even where you were going but not caring either way. He stopped abruptly in the basement where you had helped him when he felt his lowest, you barely managed to stop before knocking you both over. "You're beautiful, you know that? I-I mean, you really shouldn't worry so much about how you look to anyone else because I think you're wonderful." He gave you a small smile, you looked down feeling the tears dropping from your cheeks, looking up for only a second but it was enough for him to notice the tears. He pulled you into a gentle, needed hug, whispering over and over again "I love you" until you felt better.

Thor Odinson

     It wasn't often you felt insecure because you were always told by Thor that you were beautiful and never to forget that. You couldn't help but feel that way now and then, you tried hard to stay strong and believe in the words that he told you but you had your doubts. Some days you felt helpless to the feelings of insecurity and fear and others you were strong and believed you were not what your mind thought you out to be. You were walking the corridors, noticing all of the women that resided here to help Thor and his family keep the place spotless and also how pretty they were while they did so. Your mind making it into something much bigger than it truly needed to be but you believed it anyways because you felt that doubt and uneasiness in the back of your head. You found yourself walking outback, to the large garden that over-looked all of Asgard and it was beautiful. "Who do I owe the honor of seeing a sight as beautiful as this" your cheeks flushed red and you smiled looking back into the face of the man you often thought of on days like these "thank you, love, tell me... .do you believe I am beautiful? Or do you say it to make me feel better?" his head tilted ever so slightly as he stepped up to your side. He held your hand and smiled "I truly believe you are beautiful, one of a kind I say the words because they are true not because they make you feel better. If they do then I shall say them more often, I have to make sure you are happy." Your eyes filled with tears but you shook them away before turning to him "Thor?" "yes?" you hugged him tight, afraid to let go because it felt like he would disappear "thank you" he held onto you equally as desperate. 

Loki Laufeyson

        If there was any part of you that made you feel incredibly insecure it was your stomach, it wasn't as flat or tone as you would like. Loki told you, not as often as you would like to hear it but enough, that you were incredible to him. That you were beautiful in every way in his eyes, you smiled often when you thought of those kind words from him but today you didn't smile. You were lazily swinging your feet off of the balcony that sat just outside of your room, you were resting your chin against the railing humming and trying to keep your mind from heading into the clouds of uncertainty. Watching the people walking, working, and carrying on from where you sat was unpleasant because even from here you could see their happiness. You pinched the small, unnoticeable if standing, the roll of fat that had constantly bothered you, grumbling lowly about it. "What bothers you?" you squeaked in surprise at the voice "Loki! Gracious you startled me!" you looked back down at the people "oh, nothing... .I'm fine, what brings you here?" You desperately wanted to change the subject "I noticed you from my room and thought you looked upset, it's unlike you" he stood still next to you, looking down at you through the corners of his eyes. "Oh, um," you didn't know how to respond but Loki did, "stand for a moment" you looked up at him and sighed before standing as instructed "look at me, and me alone" your eyes met his green ones "now, listen to me because I will say this only once" he grinned "you are beautiful" he pulled you in for a kiss before standing back again. "Believe me?" you nodded taking his hand in yours and spending a good part of the day just being with each other.

Clint Barton

        People always said scars told a story, but you didn't like yours. Your scars only reminded you of the pain, all of the pain you tried to bury away. You had some covering your arms, a large one on your back from the accident with Clint, and another on your right leg that happened from the incident years ago with your brother. You hated them, but nothing could change the fact that they were there and you resented that. You always felt the need to cover them up, never show them because it would show what you wanted to hide. You were mindlessly running your hand over the scar on your leg, it hurt some but nothing like the memory. Clint had never seen this scar, only the one that he caused which he feels incredibly guilty about but you have reminded him repetitively that it was an accident. "What happened?" his voice startled you and you covered your leg quickly "from the accident with your brother?" you nodded "it's not fair, I'm always reminded of what happened... .it's so hard sometimes" you mumbled into your hands as you covered your face. He sat next to you, shoulder against yours "scars aren't always bad, it shows that you fought hard and made it through some tough times" you thought about it a moment and he was right, it hurt but you've made it here by being strong. You smiled and leaned into him, grabbing his hand "besides, you look wonderful to me" he chuckled "kinda makes you seem dangerous in a sexy way!" you laughed and shoved his with your shoulder "calm down there, hotshot" he smiled and kissed you "made you smile though" he did and you were feeling much better.

James "Bucky" Barnes

     Insecure? Yeah, you felt like that pretty much all of your life and there was nothing that seemed to change that feeling before meeting Bucky. You were surprised that you felt completely safe, secure, and happy with him around; there was always something about him that made you feel like you hadn't for so long. You were insecure about your body's mutation, about being different, and about the idea of being used for experiments but mostly just about being the town freak. You kept to yourself, made no friends unless necessary or sometimes, like with Peggy by accident. You liked to feel like you belonged and being with Bucky nowadays made you feel like you did because now you both had so much more in common. You drank too much some days when you felt your lowest and today, today happened to be one of those lower points. You locked yourself in your room with a bottle of Jack in your hands, drinking it like it was water when you heard the knock at the door to your room. You opened it sluggishly "whaddya want?" you slurred leaning on the door frame barely clothed "to talk" he spoke slowly stepping into your room even without permission. You watched him sit on the edge of your bed "so?" you sat next to him almost falling as you did but he caught your hand helping you sit with him. For a while it was far too quiet, it was starting to get uncomfortable when he asked "why?" you shrugged "why to drink?" he gave a quick nod "so I can forget about being a damn freak for a few hours of my pathetic ass life" without warning he pulled you into a tight hug, mindful not to hurt you. You felt the heat for his breath on your shoulder and the warmth of being in his arms and it was then that you broke down into a sobbing mess. You were sure you looked like a mental patient but he still looked at you like you were beautiful "I am not good with words but I don't think you're a freak, I, I'd wager far from the freak and more like a beautiful woman whose had a hard life." Your face was already red for the booze but you felt the embarrassment rise into your system as you leaned into him "Bucky?" he made a grunting sound "thanks, that means a lot coming for you" he didn't say anything but spent the day with you.