The lost one

Chapter 8

Waking up on a hospital bed isn't always the best sign. Especially not for me.

My head was spinning like crazy and I could barely make out where I was. I sat up and it somehow helped the spinning and it got better. I knew where I was. I was in the infirmary in the tower.

For only one second I was confused as hell, but then I remembered the terrible fact that everyone had seen me, laying on the floor in a small puddle of blood. Great.

The best thing of this was, that I had to explain myself to everybody now. I had to explain myself to Loki.

Luckily I was alone in the room and I could hear faint music playing. The party. Stark really began it without me. I got up from the bed, pulled out the tubes that were connected to me and teleported myself out. There wasn't one day that I couldn't thank Loki and Frigga enough for teaching me.

In my room, I walked to the closet to get my dress and my shoes and walked into the bathroom. I put on some light make up, my dress, the heels and some jewelry and walked out. I mean yes, I just woke up in the hospital and I should probably spare my self and yes, the others are going to kill me, but I don't care. I wanted to go to this party because it could very well be my last one.

As I stepped out and went to the elevator, FRIDAY, as I expected her to, asked me why I was up.

"I just want to go to the party"

"Miss, you know I can't let you. You are supposed to be resting"

"And miss tony getting drunk? Never. Now bring me to the party floor please."

"I have to inform Mr. Stark"

"No need to. I'm visiting him anyways"

After a little time I finally arrived at the right floor. I got out and walked to the bar. Where, obviously, Tony was giving out drinks.

"One whiskey- cola"

"And what is the name of the beautiful lady that this amazing order is for- (Y/N)?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE"

"(Y/N)?"

"Surpirseeeee"

"You should be in the infirmary-"

"-resting. Yeah I know Bruce. But that wasn't the first time that that happened so I know how to handle it."

"I'm taking you back to your room-", Tony tried to argue, but I cut him off, done hearing his bullshit.

"Listen I don't fucking care what you think. This may be the last party I'll ever go to so please, can we make the best out of this evening, have fun and care about me tomorrow? I'll explain everything okay? Great. I'm going to dance and have shots and I don't care what you think about it." And off to the dance floor it was.

I don't know how long I've been dancing and drinking, but I know that I was getting a bit tipsy. But I was for sure not that drunk that I would let men touch me. And when a man had the audacity to grab me by the waist, I decided to play along.

"You know, I've been watching you for a while, and you got some moves Sweetheart..."

"Why thank you..."

"Mason. Do you want a drink?"

"I would love to."

He took my hand and led me to the bar. I'll tease him a bit more until I'll give him a lesson. Men like him always think they can get any girl and boy was he wrong.

"What do you want to drink sweetheart?"

"Whiskey- Cola"

"Good taste. Make it two", he turned to Tony who looked at me as if saying 'do you need help?'. I just gave him a smirk, kinda telling him my plan. He understood it and got us the drinks.

"So sweetheart tell me, what is such a pretty soul making here all alone?"

"Well I wanted a little fun so I came here. I have my connections to get here."

"Well I can make your night a little more 'fun'", he said, smirking and leaning slightly forward. Oh how I wanted to wipe that smirk off his face. But patience. The time will come.

"Really? And how would you do that?"

"Well first off sweetheart, we'd need to get somewhere more... private...", as he said that, he put his hand on my thigh, slowly moving upwards.

Oooohhh he crossed the line. I one smooth motion I pushed his face against the glass table, gripping his neck and pushing him down.

"I have a name, and it's not sweetheart. And if I see you laying your dirty hands on any women here, I'll make sure to make the rest of your pitiful life Hell. Is this understood?"

The scared screech that escaped his lips spoke more than words. I let go of him, grabbed my drink and walked to Nat, Sam, Steve, Tony, Bucky, Wanda, Vision, Bruce, Clint,Thor and Loki, who stood a few feet away from me, mixed expressions plastering their faces. Nat, Bucky, Sam and Tony looked proud, Steve, Clint, Bruce and Thor looked scared, Vision and Wanda looked intimidated and Loki looked impressed.

"You handled him quite well", Bucky stated.

"Men like him are a pain in my ass and if I don't teach them a lesson only god knows who will. So what are we gonna do now?"

"We were planning on making a drink competition. You know 'who-can-drink-the-most-without-vomiting' or 'is-tony-too-old-for-drinking'", Nat said, what made Tony frown.

"I'm down. But Thor and Loki can't because that's cheating."

"You are also asgardian?"

"Yeah but I'll drink asgardian mead. And I lived here a long time so i'm not as used to it as them."

"Seems fair."

So basically it was me vs. Tony, Steve, Bucky, Clint, Nat and Wanda. We all had to drink 10 shots in each round. I had ten shots of the mead and the others had tequila. In round 1 I was against Tony. I drank all 10 shots as if it was water and tony was done after 6 shots. In round 2 it was Steve against me. Poor Steve wasn't used to do shots so he was out after 3. Round 3: Bucky vs. Me. Bucky was quite the fighter but he was out after 7 shots. Clint was doing his best in round 4 but was out after 7 1/2. Round 5 with Nat was a draw. We were both really good at drinking so we finished all 10 at the same time. Last up: Wanda. The alcohol was kicking in really bad already but i had no intentions in loosing against her. And in no surprise, I didn't. We both finished all 10 but I finished them a bit earlier.

"How much did you drink?", asked Loki, a bit concerned.

"I don't know.... Ten shot each round so I guess about 50 or 60 shots and two glasses of whiskey- cola before so a lot?", I said, before tripping over my own feet and falling onto the floor giggling.

"Alright, time for you to go back to your room."

"No. I'm not a kid", I pouted while Loki help me up and in one smooth motion, I was over his shoulder.

"Let... me down.... uhh wait no you smell... like... mint and books... I like that... are you a prince? Or a princess? You really smell really really nice."

"Yeah she is really really drunk."

"Good Night Nat. Good night Wanda. Good night Bucky and Sam. Good night Bruce and Clint. Good night Thor and Vision. And fuck you Tony and Steve. Nah I'm joking just joking I love you too lovebirds. GOOD NIGHT NEW YORK."