The Night We Met
Steves POV
Steve walked up to the big white doors of the Starks house… mansion… He stands there for a moment looking the whole building up and down, he can’t hear much noise coming from inside, which had him scared he got the wrong day or wrong time. He pulled out his phone to check the time, 8:09, okay so he was on time- so it wasn't that. Then he checked the text Tony had sent him yesterday with all the information:
GBPP: Sup Stevie, just information on tomorrow. Parties tomorrow at 8pm- be there, I know where you live!
Okay so he didn’t have anything wrong, he was perfectly on time, so he shoved his anxieties to the side and knocked on the door. A loud bang echoed through the house, he could hear it through the walls.
Steve steps back slightly, slipping his hands back into his pockets. Few seconds later the door swung open, Steve was welcomed by a very happy Stark who already looked buzzed: he had his sunglasses on, that had now slipped down his nose; he wore a AC/DC tank that showed off his (surprisingly) large biceps; simple blue jeans that sat low on his hips so when he stretched the bottom of his abs could be seen (he was nowhere near Steve level buff but he could definitely hold his own).
Tony smiled wide at Steve before grabbing his jacket pulling him inside, not even bothering a hello, “GUYS LOOK WHO ARRIVED! THE KING OF ENGLAND IS HERE!!” Tony bellowed, pulling Steve in for a side hug, swaying slightly in his step.
Steve was welcomed into a massive foyer, not too different to his own. The walls were lined with long tables filled with different foods and drinks, red cups neatly stacked high. There was a room to their left that was dark apart from multi colored lights flashing around it every few seconds, while the room to their right was dim filled with confetti and comfy seating.
Before Steve could even think about responding, Sam and Peter came running through the door from the right, “Hey Steve! You're early! First one here that wasn’t part of the party planning!” Sam said coming over to pat Steve on the shoulder.
Steve smiled back but he could feel his heart started racing- oh god he was too early, fuck, he felt like such a dork.
“Shit! I’m early? Tony said the party started at 8?!” Steve asked aloud, looking down fiddling with his jacket zip.
“I mean when someone says a party starts at 8 people don’t usually start appearing until 9, kinda just unspoken rules” Peter educated Steve, rubbing the back of his neck not wanted to make the situation more embarrassing for him.
Steve mentally beat himself up, ‘great start to the good first impression’ Steve thought to himself. Steve felt a hard squeeze on his bicep where Tonys hand was resting. He turned to look in the smaller mans brown eyes, that looked a little glossed over already.
“Don’t worry though Stevie boy, just means we get a hot piece of eye candy for an extra hour.” he said winking at him.
This made Steve blush he knew he was into guys, as well as girls, ever since he was 6 and had seen ‘revenge of the sith’ playing on TV and Anakin had turned to the dark side, UgH just thinking about that scene got Steve all hot and bothered, but he had never flirted or been flirted at by a guy before, it was strange and overwhelming. Steve wondered if Tony was also bi or gay, or if he just flirted with everyone for jokes.
“So, urm, is there anything I can help with setting up? Seems as I came too early.” Steve muffled out finally.
Tony, finally letting him go for the first time since he entered the house, walked over to the drinks table before strolling back over to him with a cup full of some unknown liquid, he shoved it in Steves direction.
“Let the Party begin!!” Tony declared, rasing his own cup into the air.
“Everyone get in here! Pre-party shots time!” he continued, screaming so the rest of the group could hear through out the house.
Wanda, Vis, Pietro and another guy Steve hadn’t met yet came strolling through the door from the right. They all smiled and said their hellos to him before forming a circle in the middle of the room.
“Hey, I’m Rhodey, Tonys best friend. Pleasure to meet you.” The new guy whispered as he came to stand next to Steve.
“Steve, nice to meet you too.” he returned, feeling a little overwhelmed- already new people and so many drinks involved.
Steve wasn’t good with alcohol- he had only ever really drank with Peggy and that was only on occasion. He pushed his nerves down, as Tony passed him a shot, of who knows what.
“I know Tony seems a bit much, but you get use to him. He is a good guy, once you get to know Tony he never lets you down, and he seems to like you.” Rhodey added, before offering Steve a small smile.
“1… 2… 3… GO!” Tony counted, before they all threw their drinks back in unison.
Steve felt it burn all the way down his throat and chest. It made him scrunch his nose, just as it did Wanda and Peter, he heard the other guys laugh at them, amused at their discomfort.
Some time had passed, multiple drinks had been handed to Steve throughout the night (he was definitely buzzed) by Tony. His anxieties had somewhat subsided, he assumed from the alcohol or maybe he realised the people around him were just super nice- maybe it was both, he wasn't sure.
It was 9:30, people were flooding in and the house was filling up. Steve was sat in one of the living rooms with Tony and Sam, just talking, laughing, drinking. He learnt that Sam had also lived in England for awhile too, as his parents were in the army and he had to move around a lot, hes been to: Italy, Germany, Poland, England, Spain, Canada and now had finally come back to America with his mum for college.
Steve was fascinated by his life and wanted to hear everything about it, so did many other people apparently as it seemed. Sam had a circle full of people listening in on his stories, some sitting around looking up while others looked over amazed at the life he has lived.
Now that the building was filling up, it became a lot louder and sober Steve would probably be overwhelmed by this but tipsy Steve was loving it. Tony had him up on the little dance floor, which Tony had created in a back room, music booming through the speakers, which he could feel in his cheat, it made him feel warm.
“Seems like you’re having a good time.” Sam pointed out as Steve came over for a quick break. Steve looked down, breathing heavy, sweat lightly dripping down his face, and smiled softly.
“I think this maybe the most fun I've ever had, thank you for being so welcoming” Steve replied, taking a swig of whatever Tony had poured him this time.
Steve was pretty sure his drink was 80% alcohol 20% soda, but he didn’t care anymore, he felt happy- like truly happy.
Tony came over to them pouting dramatically, putting an arm around Peter before saying “Come on Hercules, come back and dance. You should all come, it so boring up there without yooouuuu” He kept whining till Steve, Sam and Peter all decided to go back up and dance.
“You’re so whiny when you’re drunk” Steve laughed as Tony pulled him across the room.
Peter eventually got Pietro to join them, because he insisted that he was the best dancer Peter had ever seen, and Peter would be correct.
Steve stood there amazed at how easy his body seemed to move with the music and how fast his legs moved, he wasn’t sure it was humanly possible. Soon Pietro got Wanda up too and then the whole group was swaying and jumping to the music, screaming ‘Gives You Hell’ by AAR, at each other.
Suddenly Pietro was distracted by three people who had just entered the room. Dim lighting shadowing their faces so Steve couldn’t tell who they were… not that he would know anyway, everyone he knows is right here bouncing around him. Steve noticed Pietro nudge Peter in the side getting his attention, they both looked off to the doorway, Peter's face lit up before he broke off from the group and disappeared into the sea of people.
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Buckys POV
They had decided to walk it to Stark's house, google maps said it was only a 30 minute trek. It was easier to walk because then Nat didn’t have to stay sober and they didn’t have to find parking, which they assumed would be difficult as half of MIT would be at this party.
Clint had lit up a joint to share as they started their journey, which Bucky graciously accepted. Nat didn’t smoke- she cared too much about her body to destroy her lungs and brain at the same time, but Bucky loved the idea! Something to subside the loud thoughts he often had, weed quickly killed them off and he loved that, he needed it. Bucky was pretty sure Clint just did it because it was fun- everything was funnier when high, that was entertaining enough for him.
Bucky was wearing black, baggy, ripped jeans that went suspiciously high up his thigh, the same KISS top from earlier but he tied it into a crop top to show off his abs, multiple chains attached to his jeans, and big stompy boots, making him even taller than he already was. He also got Nat to plat part of his hair, leaving most of it down to fall around his neck, only pulling the parts around his face up into a detailed plat.
Clint was wearing something similar to Bucky, but his top was Ozzy Osbourne and he wore a black and white checkered shirt over the top. His mohawk spiking high into the air, unmoving in the wind from the trillion layers of product in it. Buckys is pretty sure it's a fire hazard smoking near such chemically covered hair.
Natasha looked beautiful, truly stunning and Clint had told her the second she walked out of her room. Her hair had soft curls making it lightly bounce as she walked. Her eyes were highlighted with thick, winged eyeliner, her cheeks slightly brushed with a rosy tint and her lips painted with a deep red that matched her hair perfectly. A simple silver necklace sat just above her chest, long dangley earrings with small bats on the ends pocking out from behind her hair, and her dress- oh my god her dress!!
Bucky couldn’t get over it! It was a simple black dress that fit perfectly around her body, accentuating her curves beautifully. Where the dress lay against her breasts was a thin pentagram shape giving the dress some extra detail. She wore fishnet tights underneath and some black boots with bat wings on the sides, which her handbag matched, to pull the whole outfit together. Bucky couldn’t get over how stunning the dress looked on her, but he was too scared to compliment her after earlier- the thought still made his stomach curl.
As they approached the fucking castle of a home, they could hear the faint sound of music wafting through the air, loud chatter and strong smell of alcohol attacked their senses.
“We’re definitely in the right place” Clint observed sarcastically, dropping the end of the spliff to the floor before stomping on it.
They approached the door that was already slightly ajar, “You guys ready to meet the future scientist of America at their proudest moments?” Bucky joked before stepping into the threshold.
Nat instantly took a hold of Bucky and Clints hand not wanting to lose them so early on into the night as they wove their way through the vast amount of people. Grabbing a drink from the, now very messy and sticky, table that sat at the back of the foyer.
Clint took a drink from Bucky, quickly chugging it, along with Nat and Bucky, before they picked up a can of beer each. Clint looked at his can, then quickly looked back up at Bucky with a happy little smirk on his face.
“I’m going to go find the little guy that owes me a drink!” he declared, before again chugging the can before dramatically crushing in and throwing it back on the table.
Nat and Bucky just stood there amazed, they'd been there five seconds and Clint was already down two drinks. Clint grabbed Nat, who in turn grabbed Bucky, before he pulled them throughout the different rooms, Clint on a mission to find the kid who split his coffee.
They went through what felt like, to Bucky, a 100 different rooms, ‘who, of a family of three, needs this many rooms?’ he thought to himself, before stopping abruptly behind Natasha who had also come to a crashing halt.
Bucky assumed Clint had found his target, he followed Clint's gaze to a group of loud, sweaty, mostly boys, who all seemed to be oblivious to how bad they were dancing.
Bucky scanned the group more carefully, he recognized Peter and Pietro, who were stood next to each other laughing. He saw another brown haired man who was taller that Peter (not that that was hard) and he had his arm around two taller looking men who all had huge grins on their faces as they sang and jumped together.
He then saw a red haired girl who was dancing incredibly close to a tall dirty blonde guy, who was looking at her like she was only person in the room. Bucky noted that they were probably dating.
Bucky's glance finally landed on a MUCH taller man, in comparison to the rest of the group, he had a wide smile that matched his friends around him. His blue polo shirt covered tight over his muscles, his biceps easily bigger that Buckys thigh. Bucky swears the world around him slowed down as he stared at this man.
He noticed that: his soft blonde hair bounced around his face as he jumped; the way his blue eyes glint when he looks up; the way his strong jaw clenches every time he stops screaming the lyrics to the song playing, showing how defined his jawline is; the way his smile just absolutely lights up a room. Bucky had, honestly, in his whole life, never seen such a perfect specimen, it made him feel warm. He felt his dick twitch slightly in his jeans, as the man naturally flexed his muscles as he moved his arm. This feeling broke the spell.
Bucky looked away quickly, scared, confused, and slightly disgusted, shaking his head as if to get rid of the image of him out of his mind.
Natasha noticed this, squeezing his hand, looking over at him with worried eyes. “You okay?” she whispered into his ear, so only he could hear. He forced a smile and nodded before chugging the rest of his beer.