Scene: You see Thor in the grocery store.
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Lemons... Broccoli... Okra... Cauliflower... 0% Sugar Protein bars... Seaweed shake-
Who the heck eats this?
You stared down at your roommate's bizarre shopping list. She was trying some weird diet that would make her drop thirty pounds in two weeks. You shrugged as your eyes skimmed both sides of the aisle. Pizza, pudding, and pudgy were just fine for you.
As you turned the cart to the next aisle, you froze. A very attractive man was browsing the cereal/pastry section with a shorter guy. The first man had blond hair that was tied up in a man-bun and was wearing a gray sweater and some jeans. His eyes were deep and focused as he looked at the box of blueberry Poptarts in his hand.
"Dude, hurry up. I want to get back to the tower so I can finish beating Nat at Mario Kart," the shorter man with spiky hair spoke. "Patience, Clinton Barton. I must pick the perfect flavor, or our trip will have gone to waste," the first guys aid when picked up another box of peanut butter and jelly flavored ones.
Your knees nearly gave out. The man was so attractive, you couldn't take it. His man-bun mixed with his blue eyes and adorableness was too much. And not to mention the accent that made his words just roll off his tongue. You knew immediately you just had to get a picture for (F/N).
You backed off a bit and then proceeded to fold your arms with your phone in the crook of your right elbow. You faced your body to where he was at your right and your phone was secretly facing him.
You discreetly tried to get a good shot with good lighting. You were just frustrated because he wasn't facing your direction.
Ready... Aim... Snapshot!
"Click."
Your whole body went cold and your heart dropped to your stomach. You had completely forgotten to turn off the camera noise. But, you had gotten a good picture of his face, alright. Because he was looking at you.
The shorter man looked like he was on the verge of crapping himself from keeping from laughing. The taller man only stared at you. "What was that odd noise?" The shorter one pointed at you with the hand that wasn't covering his mouth.
Cutie McHotterson walked up to you and tilted his head confusedly until he saw your phone. "Did that device have anything to do with the sound?" You gulped what felt like peanut butter down your throat before you nodded.
He held his hand out and you stared in horror as your hand automatically handed him your phone, open to the picture. He stared at it for an excruciating moment before he handed it back, smiling. "Anthony Stark has told me about people like you."
He told him about creepy fangirls?
"What did he call them?... Oh, photographers!"
You froze again, until the shorter guy, Clinton, slapped Cutie on the shoulder. "No, Thor. She only took a picture of you 'cause she thought you were cute."
You wanted to stab yourself and roll onto the meat section to die. Better yet, lock yourself in one of the ice cream freezers and live out your days surviving on cookie dough ice cream.
You were brought back to reality when Thor only shrugged, a smile still on his face. "It does not matter. She still takes good pictures." He smiled down at you. "Thanks, I guess." You blushed, which only made him smile wider.
"My friend, Anthony Stark, is hosting a, uh... party. I was allowed to invite anyone. Would you like to come?"
You just about had a heart attack and fainted right there. A complete stranger was inviting you to a party. And you were maybe, slightly, kinda considering going to it.
Before your brain cells could actually start functioning, you heard yourself say, "Sure."
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You had a very interesting story to tell (F/N) when you got home.
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A/N: Hello! I know I keep using Tony's parties as places to meet, but I couldn't think of what else to write. Anyway, tell me what you think in a vote and a comment!
TTFN!
~Sports_books_1816
