Well, I ain't frontin' my intention, got your man outlined in chalk
It's a midnight intervention, got no plans to make it stop
Last time I saw you, said you wanna keep it light
But I'm here to tell you I'm not trying to change your mind
It's alright, ooh-ooh-ooh
It's alright, ooh-ooh-ooh
Yeah, come over here and sit next to me
We can see where things go naturally
Just say the word and I'll part the sea
Just come over here and sit next to me, ooh-ooh-ooh
And I'll take you high
High
High
High, ooh-ooh-ooh
It's alright
It's alright
Yeah, it's alright
Yeah, it's alright
"Sit Next to Me" by Foster the People
Bruce, bless him, didn't say anything, just pushed the button to the Avengers common floor. I could feel him watching me and I didn't care. I assumed he heard what happened, I was certainly loud enough, and was trying to parse it. I heard the door open and walked out, straight to the wet bar. I dropped the shoes and my handbag and grabbed a bottle of champagne from the fridge, because I deserved bubbles, dammit. I headed to the observation deck, grabbing my now finished afghan from the couch on the way. I went through the door with the crocheted blanket around my shoulders, opening the bottle as I stalked across the deck, shooting the cork and cage into the dark.
"Would you like a glass?" Bruce finally said.
I sighed. "I suppose I don't have to be a complete heathen." I turned to him. He was holding two. I gave him a questioning look. I'd never seen Bruce drink, what with the whole 'maintaining control' thing.
He gave me a little smile. "I can handle one, if you don't mind the company."
I filled them both and took one, and then we stood there in silence again. He was just there, like in the elevator, and seemed thoughtful. I was in my own thoughts. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, just two friends in their own headspaces while in proximity.
Eventually, we were back on the lounge by the unlit firepit and I was on my second glass when I finally spoke. "I assume you heard me yelling at Nat."
"Hard not to. Sorry."
"Sorry you had to hear me lose my shit."
"As a pro at losing their shit, that was pretty mild, and Nat probably deserved it."
I laughed.
"But, sorry for eavesdropping anyway."
I shrugged. "It's a hazard working with a bunch of superhumans and spies. I just expect all the dirty laundry to eventually be out there."
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The World Keeps Changing
FanfictionAfter the death of my family in the Battle of New York, I escape from the pain of loss in my work, continuing to work for Stark Industries in the position of Executive Chef. One of my many duties has become Personal Chef to the Avengers. Is there a...
