Her and her Rings

part 2

Y/N'S POV

I stare at myself in my full-length mirror, smoothing out the last wrinkles in my black dress for the party. The dress hugs my curves just right and comes to an end in the middle of my thighs. Steve doesn't approve of any dresses or skirts being above mid thigh, which is annoying since he's not my dad.

I styled my hair into loose curls, swirling down my back to reach my shoulder blades. I didn't put much effort into my make up, just some mascara, light eyeshadow and gloss. After all, I have no one to impress.

Before I left my room, my attention was drawn to the shiny ring on my dressing table. It had a smooth band with a dark stone encased with intricate silver patterns. The only jewellery I usually wear is my earrings and my necklace, I don't own any rings. Well, apart from this one.

I stepped towards the ring on the table and picked it up off the wooden surface, studying it for a minute. With a shrug, I slid the ring over my index finger on my left hand, not thinking anything of it. It went perfectly with my black dress.

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As soon as I got downstairs, I could smell the sweet scent of alcohol and hear the excited noise of people laughing and conversing. It wasn't unusual for Tony to hold parties like this, since he has enough money to fund them.

"There's my Rocker Chick." I heard someone call from my left. I rolled my eyes as I walked over to Sam sitting at the bar.

"You're still calling me that?" I groaned, climbing onto the bar stool next to him.

Me and Sam have been friends for a while now, our favourite activity being going to the club. One night we went out, I was drinking and so was he, obviously. We danced together all night and when the rock songs came on, I would scream the lyrics like my life depended on it. Earning me the nickname: "Rocker Chick."

"Yes. It's your name now." Sam laughed as he waved the bartender in our direction to get me a drink. "Maybe we should ask them to play some Bon Jovi, we all know how much you love the rock songs." Sam leaned towards me, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Definitely not. I would rather die than be caught screaming 'Livin' On A Prayer' in front of all these fancy people." I stated, turning my attention to the bartender who just placed my drink in front of me.

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As the night died down and more people left in their expensive cars, it was just us Avengers left sitting around the coffee table on Tony's large white couches.

"Maybe, you're all simply," Thor stood up, grabbing his hammer off the glass table, "not worthy." He beamed with pride at Tony, who had just failed to lift the famous Asgardian weapon.

"Hey y/n didn't try it yet." Clint pointed at me with his head, his eyes glistening with tears from laughing.

"No. Absolutely not." I shook my head knowing I would only embarrass myself.

"Awe come on y/n, don't be boring." Natasha whined from beside me, nudging me with her elbow.

"Fine. But we all know what's gonna happen." I sigh, standing from my spot on the couch, Thor had placed the hammer back onto the table and stepped back, a smug grin on his face.

I wrapped my fingers around the leather handle on the hammer, grimacing as it was sweaty from all the men trying to wield it.

As soon as I started to put pressure on the handle, a loud crash came from the doors behind the bar.

Everyone stood up in unison, and as if it were practiced, reached for things to use as weapons.

Natasha pulled a gun from the holster that was on her thigh, hiding under her red dress.

Tony held his hand out and within five seconds a hand from his suit flew into the room and enclosed over his fingers, clicking in place.

Steve grabbed a circular tray used for serving drinks and held it in front of his body like a shield.

Clint swiped an arrow out from the back of his shirt, pulling a pop-up bow out his pocket, loading the arrow into it.

Sam's hand reached under the couch and came out holding a pistol in each hand, both similar to Natasha's.

Thor was gripping his hammer with one hand, ready to swing it at whoever or whatever was about to come round the corner.

Bruce and I were the only ones with nothing physical to protect ourselves, so I held up my hands, ready to use my invisibility or force-fields. While Bruce threw his balled fists up close to his face.

There we all stood, ready to fight something (that may well have just been one of Tony's cleaners) in our party attire.

We need serious therapy.

Unfortunately, but not to my surprise, the noise was not a cleaner. It was some sort of mangled robot.

The thing was about eight feet tall and was dripping in oil. There were wires snaking around the makeshift limbs of the metallic creature. It seemed to have a face: eyes and a mouth, it looked scarily similar to one of Tony's suits. The robot had two blue glowing slits for eyes and it's head was fixed to the side.

The shining mass of metal said something I didn't quite understand and, out of nowhere, no less than ten flying machines were wizzing around the room. They had crashed through the glass wall behind the bar, resulting in everyone ducking their faces behind their arms.

Before I could gather what had happened, everyone was shouting and fighting the robots that were, in fact, Tony's iron men.

A/N:
yea idk whats going on yet but i'm gonna put wanda in the next chapter again🙏