Avengers Oneshots

A Supposed One Night Stand|Stucky

A/N: Hi. My Stucky feels hurt. Here's some smut.

I sat alone at the bar, nursing a beer and watching a woman who was drunk off her ass finish her drunken rendition of Taylor Swift's Shake It Off. It was kinda amusing how drunk and dumb she sounded.

It was karaoke night at Red Room Bar and Club and I was trying desperately to get drunk, as I still wasn't over my wife's sudden disappearance almost a year ago. I couldn't get drunk though. It was impossible.

But then, an extremely handsome man with a hauntingly familiar face climbed onto the stage.

Long, dark hair framed his pale face and one of his sleeves was pinned up, letting us know that he was missing an arm. His stride was short but fast and his hips rocked similarly to the way a woman's does. He wore faded jeans that probably used to be a nice dark blue, a red long-sleeve shirt, and a pair of combat boots.

He stepped up to the mic, clearing his throat.

"Hello, everyone. I'd like to dedicate this song to the husband I left about a year ago. If he were here, I'd tell him he was a stupid punk and that I was sorry I abandoned him, taking the kids with me." He cleared his throat again before setting into the song, his voice filled with sadness and so much emotion.

"Stuck in the jetwash

Bad trip I couldn't get off 

And maybe I bit off more than I could chew

And overhead of the aqua blue 

Fall to your knees bring on the rapture 

Blessed be the boys time can't capture 

On film or between the sheets 

I always fall from your window 

To the pitch black streets 

And with the black banners raised as the crooked smiles fade 

Former heroes who quit too late 

Just wanna fill up the trophy case again 

And in the end 

I'd do it all again 

I think you're my best friend 

Don't you know that the kids aren't all, kids aren't alright 

I'll be yours 

When it rains it pours

Stay thirsty like before 

Don't you know that the kids aren't all, kids aren't alright 

I'm not passive but aggressive 

Take note, it's not impressive 

Empty your sadness, like you're dumping your purse 

On my bedroom floor 

We put your curse in reverse 

And it's our time now if you want it to be 

Maul the world like a carnival bear set free 

And your love is anemic and I can't believe 

That you couldn't see it coming for me 

And I still feel that rush in my veins 

It twists my head just a bit too thin 

All those people in those old photographs I've seen are dead