Trifecta: The Calm Before the Storm

1- Another Stupid Stark Party

-Audrey's POV-

So, I guess when the Avengers finish healing after a battle, Tony takes that as an opportunity to plan an impromptu party where he can drown himself in scotch and get away with it. Which would be fun if you weren't me. The one person who appears not to be drinking. I mean, Bree and Shelby are, really, really tolerant of these things, so they dont really get super drunk. But still, I get stuck stuffing the oreos Pepper put out for us down my throat.

Which I can't say is half bad. I love oreos, oreos are fantastic. I just wish sometimes it would be easier to party like this. Though, its undeniably hilarious to watch everyone party. People watching is my favorite hobby.

Bree, Shelby, and Steve and their tolerant selves are just dancing like normal people to Taylor Swift's Welcome to New York. Loki isnt terribly tolerant, and he only took a few shots, but Shelby keeps having to keep him upright, because if not he would probably fall on his scepter, and I dont want to be completely sober when Loki died. Years of fangirling with Bree and Shelbs over him to be diminished within seconds due to a drunken state? Not something I wanted to watch.

Oddly enough, the Superwholock crew had their own mosh pit. The Doctor was currently doing the drunk giraffe while drunk, and Clara was laughing hysterically. Everyone in the Superwholock crew was surprisingly close.

Wheatley and Chell were slowdancing, which would be totally sweet, if the song wasn't an upbeat Taylor Swift song. Thor was yelling things, and everyone else seemed to just be having a naturally good time.

It seemed lik a great party, even though half of the people there wowuldnt remember it. I have to admit, Stark knew how to throw a party. Pepper even got double stuf oreos!

As I stuffed my twenty somethingth oreo in my face, I heard someone call out my name. I turned around, and Bruce was sitting on the couch, his head laid back and arm outstretched along the back. "Auddreeeeyyy." He called again. I sighed, grabbed a seven more oreos to take with me (the food scientists weren't lying when they said that oreos were super addictive) and sat down next to him.

"Bruce, what do you want?" I said, my voice somewhat soft. He looked extremely drunk, and I had no idea why. He didn't seem to have anything happen that would make him want to do that. Bruce wasn't that avid a drinker, if I remember the comics correctly. Tony probably played a drinking game with him or something.

Bruce shrugged. "I don't know. I don't know. Or maybe I do? I just wanted you to sit next to me. Talk to me."

I went to reply, but he cut me off. "Audrey, why aren't you like Bree and Shelby? They fangirled over the people they should fangirl over. The muscular american and the cunning British guy. But you, you were in love with a dude with anger issues. Why did you do that? Why are you still doing that?"

His words were slurred, yet fast. I guessed Bruce was one of those scarily truthful drunks. He said everything he thought of, no filter. Gosh, he was going to start rambling on mathematic formulas, wasn't he?

With a sigh, I glanced over at Bree and Shelby. I wished Bruce had heard the conversations we had. Bree loved Steve because of his kindness, his selflessness. Shelby loved Loki because of his cunning spirit, his deception, and who she believed he had the potential to be. The looks were only added bonuses.

I looked at Bruce, at his soft brown eyes and the way his curled hair fell over his face. When I was fourteen, I had been close friends with my neighbor, who happened to be a boy. I saw the movie 13 going on 30, and silently hoped that someday my neighbor best friend would turn into Mark Ruffalo so that I could date my own Bruce Banner someday. Ha, if only I had been able to see the future.

"Bruce, you saved my life. I was a depressed kid, and I thought there was no hope. Then, this rage monster comic fell into my hands. I read it over and over again, and I figured that if you could use the Hulk to be a hero, I could get up in the morning. And I did. Eventually, I met Bree and Shelby, and my life started. I loved you, I love you, because you are you. I just hope you aren't just dating me because you pity me. That would make more sense than you going out with me for real. It's too good to be true." I explained.

Bruce seemed to take in every word, his face softening slightly. As I finished, he started to shake his head. Then, he sat up straight, and smiled at me. "A few things. First off, I'm really glad you kept going, because if not you wouldn't be here. Secondly, I don't date out of pity. I remember when you and your friends showed up, and I turned to Tony and told him I thought you were gorgeous. He said you were totally single, and happened to be wearing a hulk shirt. Then, your friends embarassed you by explaining that little crush you had on me. You stole my heart, Audrey Roberts. I remember thinking when you were kidnapped that if you didn't come back alive, I would murder every single one of those blasted creatures." As he spoke, I realized that he didnt slur anymore. I was extremely confused, and then he smirked at me.

"Third, I don't drink. I just wanted an opportunity to tell you that I loved you without it being awkward." He stated simply. He then opened up his hand, revealing three oreos. I laughed, than looked directly at him.

"I love you too. You are a doofus, but I love you." I pulled him closer to me, until his lips were on mine.

My finger curled in his thin brown hair as he pulled me closer to him, and we just seemed to kiss, and kiss, and kiss. If I hadn't been apart of the kiss, I probably would've mumbled something angrily about getting a room.

We pulled back, and I heard Tony start whooping. My head flipped towards him, and I glared as intensely as I could at him, hopefully to shut him up.

When drunk Tony moved on to hooting and hollering about something else, I glanced at Bree, who was smirking at me with an approving smile.

I returned my gaze to Bruce, who was grinning at me. He pulled me next to him, and I placed my head on his shoulder. Yawning, I looked at his watch, noticing it was almost 3 o'clock. Bruce kissed the top of my head, and I closed my eyes.

"Goodnight, Bruce."

"Goodnight, Audrey. I love you."

"I love you too."

With that, we fell asleep on the couch, with the song The End of All Things by Panic! at the Disco lulling us into a world of perfect dreams.

{A/N So, I think I'm going to include a song or video or something for every chapter. Ya know? That sound good? I don't even know.

Anyway, I thought this chappie was cute. What about you?

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