I Thought You Were Different

Cheers

Minor Language

"Seems a little unorthodox, doesn't it?" Steve questioned, buttoning his dress shirt and hastily tucking it into his pants, watching his reflection in the mirror and glancing at you behind him every few seconds. "Don't the bachelor and bachelorette parties go bride with the girls and groom with the fellas? Whose idea was this?"

"I'm not sure where the idea started, but it sounded interesting to mix things up." You closed the space between you and slowly wrapped your arms around his waist from behind, resting your head against his back with a hum of contentment that he felt echoing through his torso. "You worried?"

"Not worried, no," he sighed, "just...apprehensive."

"That's not much different, sweetie."

"Do you know where these girls are taking me?"

"Nope," you replied with a grin, turning him to face you so you could give him one final look of his outfit. "Have the guys said anything about their plans for me?"

"Nope." He took a step back when his phone began to vibrate in his pocket, quickly removing it with a heavy exhalation and a shake of his head as he read the message from Maria. "Well, doll, I guess we're about to find out. They're ready for us."

~~~

Tony hurried around the car and opened your door, holding his hand for you to take so that he could lead you inside the back of the building, having made arrangements with the owner to keep your party quiet and away from any prying press looking for drunk and disorderly Avengers stories. The rest of the guys followed quickly behind, led by the staff to their seats in the VIP area where a private full bar was set up for the group.

"Spared no expense, Stark?" Clint smiled, popping open a large bottle of exquisitely expensive looking champagne. "Well, I suppose they're only doing this once, right? Might as well go all out." He passed Bruce and Thor and pushed his way onto one of the couches with the bottle still in his hand and no glass.

"If you so much as think about putting your lips on that bottle, Barton, you're paying for it," Tony snapped, pointing at the rack of awaiting crystal flutes. "Civilized, please."

Clint groaned but complied, holding his hand out with a small wave for Vision to grab a glass for him. "One could say please," the android smirked, awaiting a reply that would never come when Clint stood and took one himself with a huff and a refusal to share. Vision sat next to him, cautiously watching his teammate until he finally looked back.

"Can I help you, Crystal Princess?"

"I'm concerned with the shift in your demeanor, Clint. You appear agitated."

"I'm not."

"Might I be of any assistance?"

"Yeah," Clint snapped, "you can keep quiet and not worry about it."

"Very well," Vision replied quietly. "Do we know when the entertainment is set to begin?" he asked of the group, looking to each man as they looked at each other without an answer. "I'll take that as a no, perhaps?"

Tony turned and grabbed a soda before dropping onto the couch next to Bruce, popping the cap off and tossing it carelessly on the table. "(Y/N) should be out here in a couple of minutes, so we'll get started soon."

~~~

"Burlesque? That's what we're doing?" Steve asked uncomfortably as Natasha pushed him through the lounge doors. "I don't know if this is such a good idea."

"Calm down, Steve. It's not like we took you to a strip club," Maria chuckled, arranging a table for them at the front of the stage. "You had burlesque back in the 40's, you know what it's about."