til forever falls apart (BWWM)

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"Y/N!" A hoarse voice boomed from across the lounge. I stuck my head out farther to see who called me. Over the crowd, Thor waved me over. I strutted his way, and in no time, Thor pulled me into a hug. I pushed away from him. "Not a hugging person," I mumbled and sat down beside Wanda. "Is there something you needed?"

"I just wanted to meet the new addition." I groaned and looked at him. "I'm not the new addition."

"Yeah," Steve added, "We would never let psychopaths on the team." Steve smiled at me. "Steve, I still own you an ass-whooping. Don't test me." I sipped the wine. James came up behind. I smiled at him until I felt his cold fingers brush against the back of my neck. I turned away from him.

"Ahh. That remains me." Thor picked up a bottle from the table with ancient writing. He twists the top and the smell immediately takes over. "Asgardian Ale. No mortal can handle this." He poured me a glass. "Then, why are you giving it to me?" I questioned. Thor grinned, "We both know you are no mortal." I squinted at him as he winked. I raised the glass and down the substance. There was nothing special about it. As I said, I couldn't get drunk.

I leaned back on the couch while the rest of them talked amongst themselves. James continued to rub the back of my neck while talking to Steve and Sam. Why was he being all touchy tonight? Maybe he had whatever alcohol Thor had. Whatever it was, I was liking it on him.

Wanda hit my leg. I looked at her. "Go talk to him." She whispered. I looked back at him. "Whatever it was, I was liking it on him. Go tell him that, then." I huffed and glared at her. I stood, feeling a little tipsy. As if on cue, I stumbled over and bumped into someone. I mumbled sorry before standing straight again. I walked over to the fridge, searching for something to eat. How can Tony throw a party and not have anything to eat? I shut the fridge, and Sam was on the other side. I sighed and threw my head back.

"Will I ever catch a break from you?" I said as he smiled. "No, because we're best friends." I scrunched my face. "We are not best friends. I barely even know you so chill." I pushed past Sam until I saw a familiar face. Sam came up to me. "What's wrong?" He asked.

"What's that blonde woman's name by Tony and James?" I questioned, turning around looking at him. I made a point to cover my face if there was any chance she knows who I am already. "That's Pepper Potts, his girlfriend."

"No, the other one," I mumbled."The one that's hanging on James."

"Oh. Sharon Carter. She was a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent." I sighed. Since when was she a S.H.I.E.L.D agent? "Oh, are you jealous?" Sam smiled down at me. I rolled my eyes. "I couldn't care less about whatever woman is with James. She is just an old associate."

"That doesn't sound so good, but she's a good person." I squinted at him. "Yeah, but I'm not a good person in her book." I walked back into the kitchen, pouring myself another drink. Sam followed up behind me. "What did you do?" Sam looked at me. I smirked back. "I might have stole some files from her. Nothing important." I mumbled. Sam laughed as James walked up.

"I see you two are getting alone." He smiled towards Sam before looking back at me. Then, he took a sip of his drink, and I noticed the scent. It was the alcohol Thor brought. Obviously, he was drunk.

"Yeah," Sam hit my arm, "But she's into you." I glared at him and kicked his leg. "You're an asshole." I mumbled. James smirked at me, and something in my stomach turned. He's looked so much like the boy in my dream that I was getting flashbacks to him when he smiled.

"Into me? Really?" James asked as he slipped his hand around my waist, taking me to the dance floor. I threw my arm around his neck and danced against him. He placed his metal arm on my waist and pulled me ever closer.