All of are favorite Marvel Characters in short stories paired with an different female OCs. Looking for feedback and suggestions. Chapters posted currently include Steve, Clint, but more to come!
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Having nothing else better to do for the holiday, I decided to attend the party Stark was throwing for the fourth of July. Bruce who was my actual boss begged me to come so he would have someone to chat with. I was his lab assistant but friends as well sharing similar hobbies.
I sat at the bar with Bruce for a while until Tony called him over to meet some other people. I felt out of place and regretting coming at all when a blonde couple approached the bar to the left of me. Deciding not to wait for the fireworks, I grabbed my glass to put it at the end of the bar with the discarded drinks.
Someone bumped into me from behind, my drink splashed onto the woman covering the front of her white sundress.
"I am so sorry. Someone bumped into me and I'm so sorry. I can pay for a replacement," I rambled noticing the woman's frown.
"Excuse me," she spat speeding off.
I set down the glass reaching for my wallet to give her boyfriend money for the dress.
"I'm sorry I ruined your girlfriend's dress," I stammered to the man looking down combing for my money.
"She's not my girlfriend, ma'am." He replied making me freeze.
That sentence was tattooed on my side. My soulmate's words.
I looked up to see Steve Rogers staring down at me making my eyes widen.
"W-What did you just say?" I had to have heard him wrong.
"Hey, Cap, it's time!" Mr. Stark announced pulling him with the help of Thor outside as the fireworks started. The crowd rushed out to follow the Avengers. The lights turned off leaving me alone in the dark. It had to be a mistake.
Biting back tears, I left finding the closest diner to get a good burger and a strawberry milkshake to mull things over. A bitter pit formed within my stomach making me on edge. The overwhelming feeling of not being ready to be with someone no matter of Captain fucking America. God, he deserved someone like him a superhero. Leaving cash for the bill and a generous tip, I hit the streets glancing up to see stray fireworks filling the night sky. Rummaging through my purse, I frantically noticed my phone was missing.
"Shit," I hissed turning back in the direction of the tower remembering I set my phone down in the bathroom.
My stomach dropped when my phone was gone from where I had set it. I groaned my forehead hitting the wall.
"Are you okay?" A woman with a thick Eastern-European accent asked making me jump ten feet.
I turned to see Wanda Maximoff washing her hands.
"I'll be fine," I told myself and her taking a deep breath.
Wanda tilted her head. I felt like an idiot realizing she could probably feel what I was feeling. I tried to calm down feeling my cheeks redden with embarrassment. She focussed her eyes on me before smiling making her way out the door.
