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Water slid down your (Y/S/B) body as you shook the last remaining dribble of rose scented conditioner from the container and massaged it into your hair, trying to get every last bit of it. You let it soak and you slathered creamy shaving cream along your leg to shave. You had just about finished the second leg when a loud knock sounded from the bathroom door, your hand jerked and sliced at your supple (Y/S/C) skin, a line of blood trickled down your calf becoming watery as it was washed away.
"Seriously, Lydia!" you cried out, glaring at the door you knew your best friend was behind.
"Wait... What did I interrupt? Were you masturbating to thoughts of St-" she began before you drowned her out with a loud "shut up!"
You could hear her cackling through the door and could almost image the look on her petite face at having gotten you to yell. Although she was mainly a good person, she had her moments where she enjoyed being a stirrer.
You turned off the shower taps "was there something you wanted?" you called, listening for your friend's honey-coated voice.
"I was just telling you that we have 30 minutes before we leave and that I'm going to call a taxi" she replied
"In New York... You're calling a taxi in New York... Why can't we just walk?"
"I am not walking in these heels!"
"Then walk barefoot!"
"And get stabbed by a druggie needle and have to be rushed to hospital to await my death?!"
"Ugh... You're impossible... Hurry up and call a taxi"
You went back to your shower and finished up your shaving routine and rinsed out your hair. You stepped out and began toweling yourself dry with the whitest and probably fluffiest towel you had ever seen. You were finally here, in New York. Your friend had wrangled two tickets to a Tony party and had invited you along for the ride, knowing how much you loved the Avengers. At first you had played it cool, pretending you were more interested in a trip to New York than to a Tony Stark hosted party.
You still weren't quite sure how Lydia had gotten the tickets, her eyes had seemed scheming and she had ducked the question when you had asked.
You fitted yourself into a slimming (Y/F/C) dress and looked yourself over in the mirror, the dress suited you to a tee. That's why you had picked it out when Lydia had mentioned the invite.
You stared at the make-up on the counter for a moment, looking it over carefully, before deciding to do a small amount of make-up. Just the basics, and of course, red lipstick that you'd had color matched against your skin at a store not so long ago.
You smiled at your reflection, and when you were happy with your look you stepped out of the bathroom to be face-to-face with an anxious Lydia who began to look you over immediately. When she had finished she gave you a dazzling smile “you clean up well, (Y/N)… Just let me fix your hair”.
In no time she had it as perfect as possible and you both grinned at each other before putting on your heels and heading out.
The arrival was quiet and you didn’t have a fanfare like the others whom had gone in before you, but you were okay with being unknown. You were used to it even.
It wasn’t until Lydia had dragged you over to the free bar, and started plying you with alcohol, that you started to loosen up a little bit. You even talked to people that weren’t Lydia which you had both found quite shocking. Who knew you were so sociable when you were drunk?
Eventually you made your way outside on to a balcony with a glass of chardonnay, just needing to get some fresh air. You had seen the Avengers, albeit from afar, but still. You had seen the mighty Avengers and this was the happiest moment in your life.
The room had been decked out in reds and golds, as though Tony was throwing his Iron Man image into the party, although everything matched rather well and the food and drinks had been exquisite. A small sigh of relief left your lips as you rested against the balcony railing.
"Well this has been a terrific day" you spoke to yourself, a small smile twitching at your lips as you took another sip of your chardonnay.
You turned about to go back in when you saw a man in the shadows, years of mixed martial arts had you sliding your feet into an attack stance, your hand curling about the flute of chardonnay was still delicate for now.
"Who are you?" You asked, staring at the shadowed man.
"Sorry ma'am, I didn't mean to startle you. I was already sitting out here and didn't know how to politely tell you I was here"
You slid your foot back into a normal stance and smiled "a simple, hello, would have sufficed"
The man stepped forward, a soft smile on his lips, his baby blue eyes seemed amused "sorry, I haven't introduced myself" he held out his hand "Steve Rogers"
You took his hand and shook it a little baffled "(Y/N) (Y/L/N)" you looked him over quickly, you had dreamt of meeting this man many times. The blue button up long sleeved shirt he was in had the sleeves rolled up and his black slacks had been pressed "I'm sorry, I uh... I don't know how to continue this conversation" you admitted with a shaky laugh.
"Well, there's a railing we could be leaning against. Might make you less nervous if you have something else to look at"
You nodded and the pair of you walked over to the railing and leant against it, your hands dangling over the edge. The flute of chardonnay still in your hand, the contents spilling down to the ground below. A small blush crept along your cheeks but Steve chuckled.
"So what's a girl like you, doing in a place like this?"
"I honestly don't know, my friend got tickets somehow and dragged me willingly along"
"Willingly?"
"Well... I hate people... Well no... That's wrong" you paused to think "I hate big crowds, but I love parties... If that makes sense"
Steve nodded beside you "I think it does"
You both looked down at the city street, watching as cars went past like ants scurrying home.
"What's a guy like you doing in a place like this?"
"Well, Tony pretty much forced me to come this time... I was pretty set on fixing up my motorcycle..."
"Planning to get away?" you asked, curious.
"Something like-"
A crash sounded behind you, Steve and yourself spun out of the way just in time to miss the hurtling shattered glass that was spitting your way.
A man in black tactical gear stood before you both, Steve slid in front of you as you peeked from behind him, looking at the strange emblem on the guys right arm. At first you thought it was an octopus, but now you weren't quite sure. It seemed to have a skull as well.
"I'm pretty sure HYDRA wasn't invited to this party" noted Steve, as he watched the man.
"You're coming wi-" the man started before a large force slammed into his back, you could hear the audible crack of his spine breaking. The man crumpled to the ground, behind him stood a built man with billowing blonde hair, an over sized hammer in one hand and a shield in the other.
He was looking at Steve "there's more inside" he commented, throwing the shield to Steve who caught it easily.
"Thanks, Thor"
Thor turned back around to rejoin the fight. All you could hear from the balcony was screaming and things being broken.
"This is probably the safest place for you, Miss (Y/L/N)" Steve told you, seemingly giving you an order to stay put as he followed after Thor.
You placed your back to the wall, your heart going as fast as a jackhammer, the fear of being attacked was trying to strangle you. That's when your eyes widened and you remembered Lydia was inside.
You couldn't leave Lydia in there alone, she had been your friend since kindergarten when she had refused to spell her last name because it was difficult and you had refused to spell your name just to annoy the teacher.
You gathered yourself together, took a deep breath and pulled away from the wall to walk inside the once decked out hall that was now in shambles.
Blood pooled on the ground close by and you almost ran back outside when you saw the body it was coming from. You didn't want to think of who had killed this person. Your eyes scanned up at your own height, refusing to look down again. Looking for the plume of black that was Lydia's hair.
You ducked behind an upturned table as you watched the fighting going on, guests ran from the gunmen, the Avengers worked together like a dream team. All but Bruce Banner, he was against the far wall in front of some civilian's. You knew who he was without having to be introduced, as you had known the other two without being introduced. Bruce Banner had written one of your favorite scientific books. You shook your head and began looking for Lydia again before you were grabbed from behind. Iron like arms gripped your arms and chest in a vice like grip, lifting you up.
You had to think quickly, as you felt yourself being squeezed harder. You let your body go limp and tried to think heavy thoughts, you swung one leg forward then kicked back as hard as you could were the groin should be. You missed the groin, but your heel stabbed into the mans thigh and his arms released you.
You tangled to the floor, your heel staying in the man's leg, you quickly kicked off the other heel and scrambled to get up then bolted towards Bruce. You skidded the last few seconds, and crashed against the wall.
It wasn't a large impact but you were still asked if you were okay. You nodded quickly, and scanned again for Lydia. There she was, you saw her dainty russet shoulders in the green dress that she'd been wearing that evening.
You ran over, "Lydia!" you gave a quiet cry as she turned about, she had a cruel expression on her face. Which slid into a mask of polite humor "(Y/N), I hope tonight didn't scare you too much"
You backed away, one soft word tumbled from your lips "no"