Green Beret | MCU (On Hold)

💣 CHAPTER 35 💣

The muffled sounds of the party could be heard from the elevator Troy stood in wearing a casual dress shirt, pants and sneakers, not wanting to dress up fancy for the party. He couldn't be bothered in all honesty, even if it was a Stark party that is usually known to have well-dressed celebrities or big-name guests. 

The elevator dinged, the doors slid open and with a small sigh leaving his lips Troy walked out pulling some of the guest's attention to him as he walked by. He never liked a dramatic entrance but at this point, with all the attention he was getting he might just shoot some finger guns, maybe even a wink. Natasha might not be impressed though and he was too focused on finding that particular woman to care about the looks and the gossip. There wasn't much to gossip about but he was an Avenger so that's always a good conversation starter.

Natasha had left their shared room at the Avengers Tower a little earlier than he did, wanting to help set up the party before the guests arrived. The redhead picked out the outfit for him herself knowing that he would have stayed in their room if she didn't give him an incentive to leave and join the party. And then she may have done some...other stuff to increase his productivity too but he'll keep that information to himself. 

"Yo, TK!" A familiar voice that Troy had spoken over the phone to only a week ago, called him over from his left. Striding over casually with a small smile on his face, he walked over to Sam, who held some sort of alcoholic beverage in his hand, enjoying the party.

They did their new 'secret' handshake they had made up when Troy visited him a couple of months back when Sam had some free time since he spent a lot of his time helping Steve with finding his best friend. Troy did pitch in but he and Nat took some time to themselves, just for the two of them to be alone with no interruptions. Well, until they had another raiding party to attend but now that was all over and Troy couldn't be happier with that.

There was a time, only a few years ago, specifically before The Battle Of New York when Troy would say that he didn't want to stop fighting and went on every mission that he was assigned to that's what he would spend all of his time doing. But now, he had found a woman that he wants to (hopefully) settle down with in the future and to settle down, fighting shouldn't be what he spends his time doing. Yes, he loves the thrill, the guns, the bullets, the adrenaline. But when you have something else to fight for, then the thought of them doesn't sound so appealing. 

"Birdboy, how have you been brother?" The music was loud enough to hear over the chatter but it wasn't ear-bursting loud to which you have to shout to understand what each other was saying.

"I'm alright, man." Sam looked the Avenger up and down, his eyebrows furrowing. Troy already knew what was coming. "Sneakers with dress pants. Really?"

"It's a new style." Sam gave him a pointed look, "Natasha said I looked good with them on."

"I already know that was a lie." Sam chuckled into his glass of alcohol as he took a sip.

Troy sighed, knowing he was caught. He could never lie to Sam, it was like the bird boy was his own personal lie detector. "Alright fine, Natasha gave me dress shoes to put on with the pants but I decided to wear sneakers. Those damn shoes are so uncomfortable."

Sam laughed before noticing he didn't have anything to drink and he was looking around the party, clearly looking for someone and knowing who that person was and where she was, Sam took liberty in helping him find his girlfriend, "Hey, get yourself a drink at the bar. Your girl's over there too."

Troy smiled kindly at Sam and his thoughtfulness, "Thanks, man. Go mingle some more. And talk to a lady, maybe find yourself a girlfriend."

"Whatever." Sam playfully rolled his eyes, watching as his friend laughed, weaving through small crowds and over to the bar at the other side of the room, indeed where the redhead was making drinks for the guests.