Let's Get Back Home

15

At precisely 8:44, you strode into the party whilst it was in full swing. Yet somehow, people started to turn their heads at your appearance.

Edith had designed you a glamorous green dress that complimented your figure and went with the eyeshadow she gave you.

You looked bewitchingly beautiful and wouldn't have been surprised if the others didn't recognise you when they saw you.

You, Peter 2, Peter 3 and Peter 1 had planned to join the party at different points as to not alert everyone by four people arriving at once.

You wade through the people, slightly surprised by how many showed up. They couldn't all be avengers.

You sat at the bar and discreetly scanned the room. You saw some familiar faces that you must've seen from your reality and it was obvious that there were some government officials here but that was probably because they supported the Avengers and didn't mean much.

You locked eye contact with Natasha Romanoff who was sitting in a corner swirling her drink with her straw as she observed the party in a similar fashion to you.

However, you loose the connection when you feel a light tap on your right shoulder.

You swing around rapidly, your reactions were ready to attack. You slide your drink across the bar as you clench your fists.

"Errr Y/n.. what are you doing?" Peter 1 says, looking down at your odd hand position. It must've looked like you were about to box someone.

"Oh sorry," You unclench your fists and shoot him a winning smile, "Nerves I guess."

"Me too." He says, sliding down in the seat beside you, "I kinda wanna go back and mess with the suit Mr Stark gave me."

Peter 1 was a lucky guy for being friends with the Tony in his reality. He had received free resources and high tech that you and the other Peter's couldn't have even dreamed on.

Whilst you were messing around in the training room it seemed Peter 1 was getting gifted a suit and probably more. You could already tell Tony was seeing him as the son he never had. You wouldn't even be surprised if Tony gave him the keys to the company one day.

"Y/n?" Peter says, looking worried for you as you zoned out, "You good."

"I'm fine." You say, the loud music echoing around your ears louder than his voice.

Your eyes moved around the room, getting a glimpse of Peter 2 and Peter 3 who were chatting over shots in one of the corners of the room.

"You know, you actually look quite decent in that dress." Peter 1 says, giving you a smile along with the compliment.

"You don't look that bad yourself." You say, returning the favour and sliding out of your chair, standing up to join the party.

However, you barely took a step before you came face to face with a woman. Natasha Romanoff.

And by face to face I mean less than two centimetres away from each other. She was clearly a flirty woman.

But she wasn't alone.

"Oh Sam, Steve," She says, glancing back to the two men beside her, "This is that axe throwing Stark worker I was on about."

You would've replied but you were too stunned to speak. A million thoughts rushed through your head, primarily based on the surreality of the situation.

There were not one but three avengers stood before you. You knew you had to be cool. Be cool. You weren't just a cringy teenager. Be cool.

And what was worse was that they were the cool ones.

Black Widow.  (At least you sort of knew her.)

The Falcon

And Captain America.