Metal Heart, Pure Love

Awkward Dinner Party

Next week came and I prepared our flat for Bucky. Ok, so maybe I just cleaned it and chucked all of Tony's random socks into the bedroom. I just wanted Bucky to be impressed with how I'd done with my life so far. Stupid, but I'm only human.

I was still tidying when Tony got home from work and sat himself down on the sofa. "What are you dong?" I yelled, stressing out. He looked upset and stood up. "I was sitting down Bruce, most people do it." I groaned at his sarcasm and chucked the phone at him. "Get the pizza company on speed-dial and figure out what you want for dinner. As soon as Bucky gets here, I'll ask him and we can order."

He rolled his eyes and slumped back on the seat, remembering the dinner party. "You'd better not embarrass me Bruce." I laughed, saying "You don't have a reputation to uphold anymore. Anyway, you seemed to drop that idea when you started going out with me." He gazed at the wall in front and was quiet for a moment. Then he got up and went into the bedroom. "I'm having a quick shower," he called.

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There was a knock at the door. Excited, I skipped to look through the hole. Sure enough, it was Bucky. I took of the latch and opened the door. My smile faded as quickly as it had grown. Behind him stood Steve. I opened the door no further and stood in Bucky's way of coming inside. "What's he doing here?" I said, my voice blatantly irritated. Steve looked like he'd rather be anywhere else than here as it was. "Sorry, I thought you meant both of us could come. Is it going to be a problem?"

Just as I was about to explain that Tony and Steve didn't get along, my beautiful boyfriend came to the doorway. It turned around and put my hands on his chest. "Tony, I didn't know Steve was coming round. I just invited Bucky, honest." He pulled my hands off of him and opened the door. "Come on in." He grumbled. Awkwardly, Steve and Bucky walked into our flat and stood in the middle of the living room. It was only then that I realised how small our flat was.

"Can I get you anything to drink?" I asked. "Two beers please, if you have them?" Bucky replied. Steve and Tony were simply staring at one another. I got a beer for myself and Tony as well, inviting our guests to sit on our only sofa. Me and Tony sat on the floor. It didn't take long before Bucky was in a full-flowing conversation with Tony and myself. Steve remained looking like a sullen teenager, but we ignored him. I ordered the pizza and it came within half an hour. We must have had about five or six beers each by the time we had finished them. Even Steve seemed to be cheering up.

"So how long have you two been together then?" Bucky asked me, his speech slightly slurred. I laughed hysterically. "I told you the other day; just over two years. Duh!" Out of the blue, Tony pulled me backwards onto the floor and started to kiss my neck and chest. To start with, I went along with the moment and then I realised our guests were in front of us. I sat up and blushed. I opened my mouth to apologise but then I noticed that Steve and Bucky were lip-locked like love-struck teens on my sofa. 

Shrugging it off I made a note on the pizza boxes in Sharpie to say that they could stay the night on the sofa, and then I lay back down on the floor with Tony. I can't remember what happened in the next hour, but I have a horrible feeling it was intimate. My brain engaged into gear again when there was a knock at the door at about one in the morning. I wiped my eyes, not aware of my missing glasses, and stumbled my way to the door. I opened it in a sudden swoop and Natasha was crying her eyes out. 

She took one look at me and looked the other way, gasping loudly. After a minute of zombie-like swaying on my heels, I looked down at myself and saw I was wearing just my boxers. I couldn't recall what I'd been doing with Tony but my pink Calvin Klein's were fairly revealing. I scrabbled around for a shirt and came back to the doorway, apologising over and over to Nat. How had she even found us? Then I remembered I had messaged her on Facebook about where Tony and I had moved. It was a very long night already. 

"What's up?" I asked her. She looked confused so it must have sounded more like "Whasaarup?" I repeated myself and she wiped her eyes. "It's Clint,"Her lower lip trembled. It was my turn to look confused now. She sighed. "Well it's half of Clint. Partly Clint. Oh god Bruce, I'm in deep trouble." I attempted to pat her on the back to comfort her, but I think it was more of a slap. She lent against the kitchen counter and put her head on her hands for a moment. When she looked back up at me, she had never looked so sad. No, not sad; worried. Not even that. She was scared.

"Nat, seriously. What's wrong?" My head was clearing up and so was m speech (I hoped). Through another flow of tears, she muttered, "I'm pregnant."

A/N: So many twists and shocks huh? Sorry Nat! I feel bad... Remember to comment below no matter your thoughts, and feel free to press thy star above if you liked it :3 Happy Reading!