The Demigod From Asgard - A Steve Rogers x Reader Story

Chapter 38: Jarvis, we got a buggy suit

Warnings: Fluff! Angst! Canon Typical Violence! Language!

Saturday evening soon rolled around and it was time for another Stark party.

"You look great by the way" Steve says as you step out of the elevator into the party.

"I know you've told me, 3 times now" you smirk.

"I can't help it, you look really good in blue" he smiles wrapping his arm around your waist and kissing the top of your head.

"So do you, wish you wouldn't hide it under this jacket though" you say turning and putting and hand against his chest.

"I know but I also know you'll want said jacket later" he says knowingly.

"My Prince Charming" you smirk smiling up at him.

"You two done gazing into each other's eyes?" You hear someone say behind Steve.

As he turns you smile when you see Sam stood there smirking over at you.

"Sam glad you could make it" Steve smiles moving to shake Sam's hand.

"You really think I'd miss the opportunity to go to one of these parties" Sam chuckles.

"How you been?" You ask him as you give him a hug.

"Good, Canada was nice, didn't get very far though" Sam says with a small shrug.

"Thanks Sam, hopefully now we've got the sceptre back we can help out a lot more" you tell him.

"It's cool, you guys should take some time off, do couple stuff" Sam chuckles.

"Couple stuff?" Steve questions with a small laugh.

"Yeah, go on holiday or something, Seychelles is a nice place" Sam suggests.

"We'll think about it" you laugh knowing the pair of you generally had very little time off.

"Fancy a game of pool?" Steve asks pointing over to the table.

"Sure why not, you'll probably beat me, again" Sam says shaking his head.

"Why do you think I asked" Steve laughs.

While the boys played their game you stepped away to go find Thor, finding him talking to a couple war veterans.

"Finding people your own age brother?" You smirk patting him on the shoulder.

"I think you'll find they're closer to you then me" Thor points out as you sit down.

The two of you listen to the veterans stories before heading over towards a table with a group of them. Steve joining you a few moments later.

"Want some sister?" Thor asks pulling out a small flask.

"I was hoping you'd brought some" you smirk grabbing the flask pouring a small amount into a glass before passing it back to Thor.

"What is it?" Steve asks looking down at it.

"Asgardian liquor, bit stronger than the ale" you explain passing him the glass watching him sniff it hesitantly.

"I've gotta have me some of that" one of the war vets says.

"Oh no you see this was aged for 1000 years, in the barrels built from the wreck of Grunhel's fleet, it is not meant for mortal men" Thor explains as he adds some of it to your glass.

"Neither was Omaha Beach, blondie, stop trying to scare us, come on" the vet retorts.

Thor glances over at you and you shrug your shoulders knowing that they weren't gonna drop it. Thor sighs dropping the tiniest amount into their glasses.