A Whole Lot of Love

The Party

You finish all finish your pizza and say your goodbyes. You receive several thinly veiled threats about how you would be dragged by your ankles to Central Park if snow were to fall. You laugh them off, but worry to yourself. Percy hugs you tight, and Estelle hugs your knees. Annabeth whispers in your, "Good luck, Y/N, you've got this." You make plans to meet up with Percy tomorrow for breakfast, but Bucky juts in and says, "She's coming to the Halloween Party Tony's throwing-"

      "I am?"

      "You are. Anyway, you guys might want to push that to a brunch. The hangovers are killer." You snort, and they all turn to you. You falter and stutter your way through an explanation. 

      "So, the director at camp, Mr. D, I'm the only camper he actually likes, which is weird he doesn't like anyone. Anyway, I didn't have any mental illnesses when he decided to bless me, other than anxiety, but he decided to just bless me with the ability to drink a ton, not get totally wasted, and not have a hangover in the morning. So, it's a breakfast." Percy hugs you again and accepts Estelle from Steve, who had carried her throughout the entire lunch,  and grabs Annabeth's hand. 

       "Don't forget, Alex and Magnus are coming up from Boston to see you tomorrow! You're going to Coney Island, so be there! We all miss you!" Annabeth yells while walking away. You wave at Estelle from her place looking over Percy's shoulder. She waves back, a little sad that she's leaving. You watch them for a minute, a smile on your face before Bucky clears his throat. 

       "So you don't get drunk?"

       "Nope." You're matter-of-fact, and Steve grins at you, his head turned slightly down, like he knows what Bucky's about to say. 

       "So you and Steve are going to be ones we do body shots on." 

      "Nope." Again, you're matter-of-fact. Pietro scoffs. "Come on, princessa, Tony has a rule the most sober people are the ones we do body shots on, and nobody but Bucky, and Sam, when he's wasted, are willing to do it on Steve." You laugh, and T'challa laughs. "Please, Pietro, Natasha doesn't drink, either. Or she does, and just stops when she reaches the tipsy spectrum." Pietro rolls his eyes.

      "No one wants to do body shots with Natasha, because she somehow manages to land her foot onto your teeth." You laugh and hop back over the gate, leaning back over to grab your bag. You start to walk away before halting and turning back, to find them looking at you. You walk back and make a 'gimme' gesture at Sam, and he pulls your phone out of his pocket and hands it to you.

      "Where are you going?" Bucky yells after you.

      "Shopping." You don't turn around, just keep walking, though your smile is evident in your voice. 

       "For what?"

      "Halloween costume, apparently I'm supposed to be going to a party!" You run into something and nearly fall on your butt, but Pietro grabs your arms and pulls you back to your feet, though he drags you a little closer to him in the process. "Need any help shopping? We have to make sure it's a costume we can do body shots with." You pull away and start walking away, before turning back and smirking. "Are you coming?" Bucky and Sam nearly push each other over trying to get over the fence first, and Pietro has an arm around your shoulders before you can blink. Steve and T'challa do the gentlemanly thing and walk five feet to the gate and walk through the open space. Pietro turns you around and starts talking about costume stores around the area. You interrupt him and say, "Honestly, I was just going to go to a Dollar Store and get the first costume that fit me." Pietro scoffs and stops you, and shoves you gently in Bucky's direction. 

       "Sorry, doll, but we're using Tony's money, and that means we're getting you a custom fitted costume from some huge clothing company, and they're gonna do hair and makeup and whatever other crap." You start to back up, but he grabs you and throws you over his shoulder. You pound on his back as he starts walking, and you kick your feet, trying harder than last time to get him to put you down. He wraps his arm around your knees, effectively stopping you from kicking. You continue your assault on his back, and he sighs heavily. "Stevie?" Steve walks up behind you and says, "Sorry, sugar, but what Bucky says, normally goes."