Friday came a lot quicker than you anticipated and you went back and forth between actually going to this sleepover thing about a dozen times. You were outside the bigger living room, shifting your weight back and forth, gripping the hem of your shirt's sleeves in each hand and biting your lip, hating that it was bothering you so much. You promised Peter you'd go, but he's just a kid and he'd get over it if you bailed, so you turned to leave, finally making the firm decision not to attend when you ran into Wanda.
"Hey," She greeted you kindly, "Nervous?"
"What? Pshhh," You blew her off until she cocked an eyebrow, "Yeah, fine."
"If it helps," She let out a deep breath, "Since everyone here is...you know, you won't have the guards lurking over you."
"A bonus." You nodded with a smile in thanks, and she returned it before heading inside, gesturing for you to follow her.
You went off to the side when she went for the group around the TV, the usual suspects hanging out and laughing. Venturing over to the bar instead where you found Bruce and Tony talking about something while nursing their drinks felt more your speed right now.
"Hi, Y/n." Bruce smiled nicely, and you returned it with a grin.
"Hey, Bruce, what's happenin', man?"
"Oh, so you're pals with the green rage monster," He looked over to Bruce with a wince and patted his shoulder, "No offense, buddy," Then he looked back to you, "But not me?"
"You trashed my equipment," You argued, shaking your head, "Took me over a year to perfect that shit and you destroyed it in less than a week!"
"I was about to take bets whether you'd show up or not," Sam smirked, coming from behind you, and put a hand on your back, "Glad you did."
You turned to him and raised your glass with a smile, looking past him to the others.
"I think you might be the only one, hot wings."
Tony laughed at the nickname and Bruce hid his smile while Sam raised his eyebrows,
"Oh, that's how it is?"
"That's how it is!" You laughed and he led you over to the bigger group.
"What about Julie?" Natasha was asking Steve who was just shaking his head with an amused smile before he sipped his beer, "What's wrong with her?"
"Nothing, nothing," He admitted truthfully, and he glanced over at you quickly when you sat down with your drink, trying not to eavesdrop, "She's great, she's just not..."
"We're trying to find Steve a date," Bucky told you, "It's not going so well."
"Maybe he doesn't swing that way." You shrugged.
"Nah, he's just a prude." Clint teased, leaning back on the couch and putting his foot up.
"I'm not a prude," Steve practically growled, and you smirked behind your glass, hiding your surprise when his eyes landed on you, "I just want to find a girl who challenges me."
"And this Julie..." You trailed off, putting your drink down and leaning forward on your elbows, "She doesn't do that for you?"
"She's a nice girl." Sam piped in, you and Steve not breaking the staring contest you didn't realize you were having until his eyes narrowed, a smirk crossing his lips as you cocked an eyebrow.
"I thought land of the free over here would be all for nice girls," You told them honestly, tearing your eyes off the super soldier, "Apple pie women love a man in uniform," You shrugged again, "Nothing wrong with that, we all have preferences."
