His Detka

19. Tony's After Party

The first part of the ride home was silent. Bucky and I were in the back of one of Tony's black Range Rovers. My mind was replaying the interview over and over again. My anxiety was getting the better of me. My right foot was bouncing up and down constantly while I nervously bit my red painted fingernails, and I looked out the car window into oblivion reading too much into what happened at the interview tonight.

Bucky must have noticed and reached over and grabbed my hand.

"Hey, you okay Detka?" he asked.

It took me a moment to pull myself from the fog in my head. I looked over at the handsome man next to me, and saw concern written all over his face. "I'm sorry, Buck. What did you say?"

"I asked if you were okay. It seemed like you were a million miles away, mentally. Are you going to be okay at the party, doll?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine, Buck. Don't worry about me too much" I said, allowing the fog to consume my thoughts again.

The remainder of the car ride home was silent, and I was unaware of Bucky watching me carefully with eyes full of need and lust. I was oblivious to the world. 

The last thing that I believe either of us wanted after this interview was to attend one of Tony's parties. Tony was calling it an after party, but I believe it started as a watch party. Which, when you think about it, is true Tony Stark fashion.

When we pulled up in front of the compound, Happy was waiting for us. When we got out of the Range Rover, Happy walked us back to the Ballroom. When we walked in, the party was in full swing. There were {mostly} people that I didn't know that were in attendance; and then my eyes finally landed on two familiar figures at the bar, Nat & Bruce. Nat was behind the bar fixing drinks and Bruce was watching her with adoration.

Bucky and I's moment of silence and what hopes we had of sneaking in vanish as soon as I hear Tony shout, "The Guests of Honor have arrived!"

At the mention of our arrival, all the party goers cheer and raise their glasses in salute of our arrival. People started approaching Bucky and I, wanting to discuss our appearance on Jimmy Fallon's show this evening. 

There were several men and women who I had never seen before that greeted me by kissing my cheeks and gave the most flattering compliments about my dress and performance. At first, it was sweet and endearing, but the feeling was fleeting and soon enough I was ready to hide as the attention was overstimulating.

Steve and Papa must have seen the look on mine and Bucky's faces. They were swift and elegant when they rescued us from all the attention. Steve had a glass of Thor's Asgardian Mead ready for Bucky. Tony keeps some of the mead on reserve for Bruce, Steve, and Bucky. Papa had brought me a glass of my favorite, Nat's special margarita. 

That first sip washed over my tongue and down the back of my throat languidly. It was cold and smooth with hints of the sweet and sour with agave nectar. The first sip tastes better than an orgasm, which lately has only been achieved by self-pleasure after reading my favorite smut books. 

I start killing the rest of the drink when I hear Nat say, "Woah there, tiger. Take it easy, there's more where that came from."

I'm startled at her comment, and margarita goes down the wrong piping, therefore, I start to choke on my drink. I start coughing, trying to get the margarita out of my lungs and eyes from everywhere start to turn in my direction to see what is going on. 

Nat being the closest, reaches out to start patting my back, but is beaten by Bucky who rushed over to see about me. 

"Easy does it, Detka. Take a deep breath for me." he says.