The Game That Started it All

Tony's Party Part 1

Natasha's POV:

I sat at the bar downing more shots then I really should be. I couldn't shake the memory of me and Steve kissing. It's almost like it was.... like it was.. I don't know I'm quite drunk, but that kiss wasn't bad for someone who hasn't really had much action since 1945.

As I drink my line of 5 shots unbothered, Bruce comes and sits next to me.

"Hey Nat." He smiles.

"Hey Bruce." I slur, looking over at him.

"Looks like you had a little too much to drink huh." He chuckles.

"I'm fine I'm doing g-great I'm actually, j-just dandy." Damn, I cant even get a proper sentence out, I sound like and idiot.

"Yeah well you look great."

"Are you flirting with me Bruce?" The thing is, I had no filter when I was drunk. Well I didn't really have one sober either but that's besides the point.

"Maybe a little." He smirks.

"You don't wanna be flirting with someone like me Bruce, trust me when I say that." I say as I stumbled away from him towards the kitchen.

It was quiet and not chaotic in the kitchen. I was alone just staring at my shot glass wishing it was full. I had been sitting there lost in a daze for about 10 minutes when someone walked into the kitchen.

A tall brown haired guy with green eyes came stumbling into the room like I did minutes ago.

"Wow." He sighs while checking me out not so subtly.

"Who are you?" I ask, trying to ignore the 'wow'.

"The names David sweetheart. What's yours?"

In my partially working brain I winced when he said sweetheart. I got a bad feeling from this guy.

"What's it to you?" I ask not wanting to tell him my name.

"I like to know the names of the women I'm gonna screw." He smirks, walking towards me quickly.

My heart rate was going a mile a minute as he kissed me with such force and his hands went down to my ass. I didn't know this guy at all. I mean it's not like I wasn't used to guys forcing themselves on me in situations worse than this one but I hated it.

"Stop." I complain, trying to push him away. He was strong and scary as he started to kiss down my neck and reach for the zipper of my jumpsuit at the back.

"Stop!" I say again louder, begging and trying to get out of his forceful grasp. I was using my drunken strength but couldn't think straight, my body wasn't listening to what my brain wanted.

"Take your clothes off." He demands.

"No leave me the hell alone you creep!" How has no one walked into the kitchen this whole time. He slapped me across my face leaving a mark and put his hand around my throat.

"You'll do what I fucking say princess." He growls, threatening me.

Just then two guys walked into the kitchen. It was Thor and Steve, thank god.

"Get off me!" I yell as he continues to hold my neck in his hands, trying to kiss me.

"You heard her." Steve growls, grabbing the collar of David's shirt and pushing him against the wall.

Finally without his hand on my neck I gasped for air. Thor came over to make sure I was ok while Steve beat the shit out of David.

"Lady Natasha are you ok?" Thor asks with genuine concern.