A voice boomed from behind closed doors, everyone silent with a mix of curiously a fear. The elevator opened to reveal a tall man with long black hair, dressed in a dark emerald green suit.
"Your saviour is here!"
"Loki!" Thor shouts as he lowers his guard.
"Oh shit," Tony sits back down and facepalms, "reindeer games is back."
He walks over to the group, peering down at us all, "No need to worry, all." His gaze meets mine as he walks over to me, "I'm here to meet the lovely Alana." He takes my palm and places a kiss on the top of my hand, bending down to match my height.
"Loki get off her," Clint rolls his eyes, "what kind of entrance even is that? You probably scared her."
"My apologizes." He remarked, sitting down with the group. Pietro Maximoff runs over to him in a flash, handing him a cold beer as the two 0f them sit down together.
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Hours passed, drinks were poured, then emptied. Laughter filled the air and happiness roared. The celebration was in full swing, a rare moment of respite for them. Each story, each joke, each clinking of glasses was a testament.
As the night wore on, the crowd began to thin. The partygoers, both allies and friends, bid their farewells, leaving just the core Avengers. With the main hall now quieter, we decided to continue the festivities in a more relaxed setting.
We all left the main area, heading back to our rooms to change into something more comfortable for the 'after party.' Apparently, it was a tradition of sorts—a time to unwind without the formality, just us being ourselves. In the privacy of our quarters, we swapped our suits and dresses for sweatpants and T-shirts, ready to enjoy the night in a different light.
We gathered back at the couches, I slid into the corner of the sofa.
"I want to know more about Miss Lana," Loki raises an eyebrow, looking at me.
"I have an idea," Scott begins to tell, "How about we head back to high school for tonight?"
Everyone peers at him, with confusion.
"A game of truth or dare!" He looks at us like his point was obvious. A few people groan in disagreement.
"No! No! Come on guys!" He pleads, "and we can make it fun!" He walks over to the bar area and grabs a bottle of straight alcohol. I couldn't make out the label, but I knew this would be interesting.
"The rules are..." Scott begins to explain, "We spin an empty bottle and whoever it lands on gets asked truth or dare. Except, you can refuse, but you've got to take a shot!"
"That's light work!" Thor beams, chugging his beer to prove a point."
"Well you can take a shot every time then." Scott brushed him off.
"Umm.." Peter says awkwardly, "Mr. Ant, I'm not 21 yet.."
"That's fine too." Scott smirks and sits down.
"No, Lang!" Bucky interrupts, "he can do Diet Coke shots."
"It sounds fun. I'll play," I agree and move to sit next to Scott on the carpeted ground around the small table in the middle.
More Avengers joined in, leaving just Natasha, Vision and Bruce sitting out.
I smile at the three of them, "you guys coming? Vision?"
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BLACK & RED | NATASHA ROMANOFF X READER | MARVEL
Romans"Her enemies may know her name, but they will never know her true strength." Known as a ghostly assassin, Alana Solokov has been a deadly weapon for Hydra since she was three years old. Her identity, shrouded in mystery, remains a well-guarded secr...
