Hello, this is my first Fanfiction ever! I hope you enjoy it. Disclaimer: no, I do not own anything okay? And btw, English is not my native language, and any corrections are appreciated! Please leave a review. So. Before we get started, does anybody want to get out? The song used is Please don't leave me, by P!nk. Note 21/01/18. Because of copyright issues there have been made changes on the lyrics. So let's say I's kind of based on the song. Inspired by. It isn't the song.

Can I yell any louder? I don't know.

I have kicked you out of here so many times.

I insulted you so frequently.

I am very mean if I want to be.

I can do anything.

I can break you apart

When my heart isn't complete.

Tony puts his sweatpants back on and shoves back in to bed, next to his girlfriend.

"I love you, Tasha."

"Sure, asshole." I answer, as I turn my back on him and go to sleep.

I don't hear his sad sigh, I'm already asleep.

"Oh, goodmorning Tony." Bruce walks into the kitchen.

"Goodmorning." Tony mutters back, while backing egg and bacon.

"What are you doing?" Bruce asks as he starts cooking water for his tea.

"Eh. Breakfast for Tash." Tony answers, slightly distracted, as he shoved the egg on some bread.

"Goodmorning guys!" Clint walks into the kitchen. "Where is Steve?"

"On his morning run." Tony answers as he walks towards the door with his food.

"Where are you going?" Clint grabs his arm friendly to halt his teammate.

"Ow!" Tony dropped the glass of orange juice.

"Shit. I'm sorry. What's wrong?" Clint shoves the sleeve of Tony's shirt up to reveal a purple bruise. "That's nasty. How did you get that?"

Tony quickly pulls away and puts his food on a table. He started to clean the mess up. "Ehhh... During our last fight. You know? It's nothing. I would prefer if you didn't touch me, Clint."

Bruce had made another glass of orange juice and hands it to Tony. "Thanks Brucie. See you later guys!" Tony walks out the door.

"Breakfast for Natasha." Bruce explains to his flabbergasted teammate.

"I don't know if I like the relationship between those two." Clint tells Bruce as he sits on the counter eating his cereal. "Natasha is to bossy and Tony too compliant."

Bruce sits down on a kitchen chair and starts eating his yoghurt and sips from his tea. "I don't like it either. Tony seems more like her servant than her boyfriend. And those bruises. I don't know." Bruce hesitates. "I am sure Tony loves her. I just don't know if she loves him."

"Tasha, darling. Wake up. I have breakfast for you."

Natasha groaned as she turned around and looked at her boyfriend.

"Put it there." She commanded as she pointed at her bedside table. Then she focused on her alarm clock.

"What!" She exclaimed, jumping out of the bed.

"I told you, I always want my breakfast at nine o'clock! It is five past nine." She shouted, grabbing the orangejuice.

"I'm so sorry, darling." Tony backed up, putting his hands in the air. "But Clint..."

"Nothing Clint." She interrupted him. "Don't you dare start blaming someone else for something that's clearly your fault. And your problem!"

She shouted as she threw the glass at her boyfriend. Tony stood next to the door, but was too late to dodge the glass. It hit him in the chest, and broke apart against his arc-reactor. Glass cut into his hands and orange juice dripped everywhere.

Tony gave his girlfriend one paniced look and fled out of the room, glass scrap still in his hands.

"Yeah, run away you moron! It's the only thing you're good at!" Natasha screamed at him before she sat back down on her bed.

"Moron can't even manage to wake me up on time." She murmered as she took a bite of her egg.

"Goodmorning Clint! Goodmorning Bruce!"

Steve walked into the kitchen. He just returned from his morning run. "What's wrong?" He asked as he sees the solemn faces of his teammates.

"Oh, nothing. Well... Tony and Natasha." Clint answers him with a sad look.

"What's wrong with them?" Steve asks his friends, Worried

"Well, we discussed and... we think they are in an abusive relationship..." Bruce says.

"What!" Steve exclaims. "Who? How? When? Why?"

"We think Natasha abuses Tony." Clint answers him. "We've have had our suspicions, but the bruise on his arm we saw this morning, kind of confirmed it all."

"How could I be so blind?" Steve puts his head between his hands.

"Hey. Don't worry. It's not your fault." Bruce walks towards him and puts a hand on his shoulder. "Clint is going to talk to her, and I'm going to talk to Tony. You just go eat your breakfast now."

Steve sighs as his teammates walk out of the kitchen.

"What on earth happened here?!"

Clint exclaims as he walks into Natasha's and Tony's bedroom. Orange juice and glass is everywhere. Natasha sits crosslegged on her bed, just putting the last piece of bacon in her mouth.

"Oh, that's Tony's fault. He dropped the glass, the clumsy guy."

"Are you sure it is his fault? Since the guy always gets the blame when it comes to you!" Clint tells her angrily.

"Well, it always is his fault!" Natasha jumps up from the bed, now angry as well. "The guy can't even bring me breakfast on time. I am seemingly not important enough!"

"That was my fault. I touched his bruise! The bruise you gave him! How could you!"

"That was his own fault! He wanted to leave! To go to the workshop!" Natasha shouts angrily back, not realising she just confirmed she abuses her boyfriend.

"So you do abuse him!" Clint looks shocked at her.

Now that Natasha sees the shock on his face, she too realises what she had done. "Oh no! No no no no!" She shouts, trying to hit herself.

"Stop it Natasha!" Clint shouts, as he runs towards her and restrains her.

"I'm so sorry! I am worthless. What did I do!" She cries out. "For once in my live I had someone who loved me Clint! Me! A murderer! ... an abuser..." She cries in his arms. "I didn't know what to do Clint! How to love. I didn't even really realise it until you got angry. He never got angry Clint! Never! He just told me he loved me..." She shakes.

"You need to stop it Natasha. You need to tell him you love him. You need him." Clint tells her.

"I'm so sorry. Thank you. I never ment this... this. Thanks for stopping me. For protecting him. He is so fragile. And I just kept on breaking him. I'm sorry. I will be better. I promise." Natasha sobbed softly while Clint hugged her.

Then, the Avengers Alarm went off.

"Suit up Natasha. We'll talk about this later, work first." Clint said as he walked out the room to gear up.

Bruce walked into the workshop to find a shivering Tony leaning against his workbench, his hands covering the arc-reactor.

"What on earth happened to you?" He quickly walks over.

Tony is shaking and crying. "Hey Tony. It's okay. I'm here." Bruce tells his best friend.

"I'm so sorry Bruce. I didn't mean to. But the reactor." Tony takes deep breaths and slowly pulls his hands away.

"I'm sorry. I'm okay. I'm fine."

"Tony! Your hands. Come here. Let me help you."

"Okay, yeah, right, fine." Tony rambles as he gives his hands to Bruce. Bruce grabs a first-aid kit and starts pulling the glass shards from his best-friends hand.

"How did this happen Tony. And don't lie again." Bruce gives his teammate a stern look.

"I just was clumsy. I was too late. She doesn't like it when I am to late."

"Why didn't you tell us, Tony?" Bruce asks straight away, while he pulls the last piece of glass out.

"Tell what?" Tony asks surprised.

"That she abuses you."

"I. She... no..." Bruce once again looks him in the eyes while bandaging his friends hands.

"Okay. Sorry. But I don't mind Bruce. Really. It's okay."

"No Tony. It is not okay. It is wrong." Bruce finished bandaging Tony's hands and stepped back.

"Bruce, please. I promise. I'll try harder. I just don't want to hurt her. She has had enough problems in her life already. I don't want to be another. I love her. I don't want to hurt her." Tony looked beggingly at his friend.

"Tony. You don't hurt her. You are a great boyfriend. But your relationship isn't healthy at the moment. But if you want to go on, well, then Clint, Steve and I want to help you guys. And I am sure Thor does as well once he returns from Asgard. We want to see both of you happy and healthy. If this happens again, I want you to tell someone. Can you promise me that?" Bruce looks at his fellow avenger.

"Okay Bruce. I promise I will tell one of you. Will you really help?" Tony looked at his friend like he couldn't believe it.

"Of course Tony. That's what friends are for."

That was the exact moment the Avengers Alarm went off.

"Suit up Tony, I'll see you on the field. We will talk about this after the fight, okay?"

"Okay, fine Bruce." Tony answers his best friend.

Bruce gives him a friendly nod and runs out of the room, towards the Quinjet.

Okay, that's the first chapter. Please leave a review. I have already completed this story, and I will update tomorrow.