How You Meet Part 2

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Bruce: You were in a rockband. You mostly played guitar but you also sang a little too. Tonight you guys had a gig at STARK TOWER for one of Tony's famous parties. Your lead singer got sick so you had to sing. You walked onto stage, guitar in one hand, mic in the other. One person at the party caught your eye. He had curly brown hair and glasses. He didn't really seem to be enjoying himself. Your band started to play and you tapped your foot along to the beat. You opened your mouth and the lyrics just flowed out.
Everybody wants to know
If we fucked on the bathroom sink
How your hands felt in my hair
If we were high on amphetamines

And everybody wants to hear
How we chainsmoked until three
And how you laughed when you said my name
And how you gripped my hips so mean

We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night
But the ending is the same every damn time, no, no, no
We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night
But the ending is the same every damn time
(Le time skip brought to You by Pietro trying to ice skate)
After a few more songs the DJ told you guys to take a break and come back in 10 minutes. You head to the bar an order of bourbon from the top shelf. You saw the curly haired guy come sit next to you and order a watered down tequila shot. "You sang beautifully." He stated. You blushed and thanked him. He stuck out his hand. "My name's Bruce." You shook his hand. "Y/N" He blushed lightly and smiled. "So, Y/N, how did you get into music?" "Well, my father, he was really into the Beatles and my mom really loved Nirvana, so I guess its genetics." He laughed at your lame joke. You both ended up exchanged numbers and talked until you had to go back and perform.

Thor: You were a street fighter. You hated to admit it but you were. You fought people in dark alleys for a couple hundred bucks, then you paid rent for your crappy apartment, got fast food, then did it over and over again until fianlly you got your ass kicked by some guy that was way over twice your size. You had your hood up, walking into the dollar store, so no one could see your bruises and cuts. You walked to the food section to get some cheap off-brand poptarts and crap like that. You grabbed a box of the cherry ones when you felt someone staring at you. You turned to see a big, blonde, buff guy staring at you. "Take a picture, it'll last longer." You sneered. He seemed confused but also intrigued. A midgardian that did not recognize him. Strange. He also saw some of your scars and bruises. How could someone get into so much pain? "Excuse me, m'lady. Who did this to you?" He asked, bluntly. "I don't know what you're talking about." You stated at your shoes as if they were super interesting. "M'lady, do not lie to a God." You snorted, very unladylike. "You wanna know who did this to me, blondie? Find out yourself." You snapped, turning and walking away. Do not worry, I will. He thought.

Peter Parker: You and Peter had been best friends since first grade. Ever since you were both paired up to create a superhero in Mrs. Yellowberry's Art class. You both wanted a cool superhero that had a skateboard and katanas. It was pretty cool. You both stayed best friends throughout middle school and even high school. You beat up his bullies and he helped you with homework. You both had the biggest crushes on each other but would never admit it.

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