I'm not embarassed with you
You were nervous. The word you were looking for might have been terrified rather than just nervous. As Stephen's official girlfriend, you'd be attending your first party with him tonight. Of course you were happy, but going to an Avengers Christmas party where Tony Stark was the host and that made your legs feel like they were made of jelly.
You tried on dresses and formal attire all day long, not thinking any one of them would be appropriate for the occasion. You did and did not want to go at the same time but you wouldn’t let Stephen down, since he has already confirmed your presence and his.
“Y/N?” Your train of thought was interrupted by your best friend's voice.
“Yeah, I'm sorry.” You instantly sent her another picture of your present attire after apologizing.
"I do not comprehend you. You’re looking drop dead gorgerous.” Your bestfriend of twelve years let out an exasperated sigh.
“I don’t know.” you said in a quiet voice
“I’ll end this call right here and right now if you don’t stop doubting yourself.” She threatened you in a tone that was both serious and lighthearted.
“What if it isn't ideal for the type of gathering Stark is throwing?” Without even noticing your apartment door opening, you began to go on about nonsensical thoughts you were having.
“Y/N?” He called into the emptiness of your flat.
He wasn't really alarmed by your silence, but he was perplexed. You mentioned that today was the first day of your holiday, so Stephen thought he would surprise you by coming over for lunch. However, he had to leave soon because Wong told him that it was his turn to renew some protection spells at the Sanctum. God, he sometimes hated Wong. He simply came over to spend some time with you before he had to go since he knew he would grow impatient not being able to see you until this evening.
“Y/N?” He tries one more, his optimism fading.
The sorcerer halted, his brain suddenly short-circuiting as he began to ascend the stairs, moving closer to the door of your room.
“Chloe, stop.” He heard some of your beautiful giggles, his heart immediately melting. The doctor heard a groan from you, but it was mostly playful in nature.
“Stop saying this. You're only making me more anxious.” He was aware that listening in on conversations was improper, but you caught his attention.
The takeout food then appeared on the counter from your kitchen as he carefully moved his finger in a swift motion. He quickly ascended the stairs and stood outside your bedroom, leaning against the wall to hide himself.
However, he occasionally turned his head in your general direction so he could look at your smile. With any luck, it would be enough to keep him going for the rest of the day as a memory of the butterflies that would flutter furiously in his stomach and his pulse would race at the mere thought of you.
“I just don’t want to make Stephen feel embarassed that he is with me.” His heart sank when he heard your remark in a quivering voice. Why on earth would you think that?
Stephen ultimately made the decision to emerge from his hiding place after a few more words were spoken between the two of you before you ended the call with Chloe.
“Hey” the ex-neurosurgeon said as he entered the room.
You actually jumped.
“Stephen!” You gasped, hand over your heart, smiling as you tried to hide the sorrowful expression you just had moments ago.
“I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m sorry.” He said softly as he held his hand out to steady you slightly.
“It’s all right. Don’t worry.” You laughed and then shook your head “When did you get here?”
"About five minutes ago?" He smiled even though it didn’t quite reach his eyes "I thought maybe you might want to have lunch with me."
“It depends.. did you cook or did you order food?” You said in a teasing voice as you kissed his cheek.
“Oh come on. It wasn’t that bad.” He replied, taking your hand in his, and leading you both to the kitchen.
“It was— decent.” You laughed as he kissed you softly on the forehead.
As he began to delicately caress your cheek, causing you to flush, he said, "By the way, you look beautiful."
“I— Thank you.”
“You're wearing this to the party, aren't you?”He inquired before giving you a short kiss that made you smile.
“Maybe, I'm not sure.” You made a small shoulder shrug. "I don’t know whether I live up to Tony Stark's standards for a party,"
“Oh, believe me, you do live up to his standards. But, why would you even care? You are dressing for yourself; neither he nor I are the ones you are dressing for.” You were unable to read the expression on his face as he stared at you.
“It doesn’t matter. It’s a stupid reason.” You said as you walked away from Stephen, taking a seat at the table.
“I’m not embarassed to be with you, Y/N. I'm not sure why you would think that at all.” When Stephen saw how your expression changed after he spoke, he almost immediately regretted what he had said.
You questioned, "How much did you hear?"
He also sat down at the table and said, "Enough.”
“Stephen, you guys are all super heroes. Children look up to you all as role models as you save the world. As for myself, I'm only an LPN.” You say as you try to blink away some tears.
“Don't think so little of yourself, Y/N.” Stephen caresses your knuckles as he takes your hand back in his. "Your work is equally significant and legitimate. If there is no one available to care for them following surgery, you may be sure they won't survive.”
“But look at you—“ Stephen interrupeted you
"You’re doing the same thing as I am. Both of us are saving lives.” He says as he tenderly kisses your hand. "Don't ever assume that I'm embarrassed to be with you. I agreed to attend the party because I saw how your eyes sparkled up when you saw that invitation. I don’t care if I’m going or not, I just want to spend Christmas with you.”
But Stephen's phone started to ring before you could reply.
“I’m sorry, I have to go or Wong will go nuts.” He gave you an apologetic smile then stood up and went over to give you a quick kiss on the cheek.
Stephen then made a portal but before passing through it you spoke “Will you come to pick me up tonight?”
You made Stephen smile once more as he said “I’ll come at 8 o’clock dressed to the nines.”
--
Stephen noticed that you were still a little nervous as he gently squeezed your hand. The Avengers Tower's main living space was visible through the lift doors moments later, and both of you were greeted by a full room as you exited the elevator.
“Merlin! It’s good to see you.” Tony called out loud as he and Pepper approached. Both of them happened to be standing close to the elevator, chatting with drinks in hand.
“Tony..” The woman hit him on the arm gently, before giving the two of you some small packages, wrapped up in gold papper.
“Thank you.” You replied slightly anxious as Stephen scoffed looking at the man before him.
"You have to be Y/N. I've heard somuch about you and it's good to know you're real.” Tony chuckled and extended his hand to shake yours.
“Tony, if you don't stop, I swear to God I’ll punch you.” While you stared bewildered at Stephen, Pepper shot Stark a glance that could have killed him instantly.
“He's already had too much to drink, so just ignore him.” She smiled pityingly at you both and said, "Stephen, Y/N, let's go to where the actual party is." After saying that, you began to follow them.
As you moved through the crowd, Stephen again grasped your hand in his. Just then Stark yelled again “Watch where you’re going wizard” made both of you stop in your tracks.
Not seeing anything, the sorcerer realized that Tony was playing games with him again “God, I swear Stark can really be a pain—“
“There is a mistletoe hanging over us” you said, interrupting Stephen's statement.
Oh.
Oh.
Your excitement was on the verge of bubbling up. No matter how many times you had already kissed Stephen, you could never get over how perfect his lips were against yours. He found he couldn’t look away from you. You were so dazzling when you smiled.
Your eyes lighted up when he leaned down to kiss you.
“Tony is still an idiot either way” he whispered into the kiss. There was a mischevious glint in his eyes when he lifted his head.
“I thought that he would have been different.” You laughed softly making Stephen’s heart melt in the process.
But then, out of nowhere, he inquired, “Want to get some drinks?”
“Why not?” You smiled as the two of you walked over to the bar.
--
You even got to meet the actual Black Widow during the party, and you couldn't be happier right now. Or perhaps it's because you've already had a few drinks, but whoknows? Your happiness is what matters, after all.
Also, somehow you and Stephen were often found under the mistletoe, and you could swear they just appeared at the right time when you were going under some doorways. Of course, you didn't trust Stephen when he swore he had nothing to do with them. It was quite funny.
At some point, Stephen began to often stay by your side throughout the evening as he drank more and more, keeping his hand constantly on your waist. It was adorable. He also gave up trying to avoid blame for the mistletoes that miraculously appeared everywhere the two of you went. With the aid of his magic, the sorcerer began to let it dangle above the two of you.
Your lips curled into a flirtatious smile as you began to fiddle with his jacket's lapels as your eyes stared up at him through your eyelashes. Gosh, you loved how good Stephen looked in suits. He just clicked his tongue as he started down at you.
Your hand was encircled by Stephen's as he drew you closer to him, almost as if the two of you were starting a slow, intimate dance. "I can't help but get lost in your eyes sometimes."
“Says the one with the stunning blue eyes.” He pressed a passionate kiss on your lips while chuckling against them. Each gaining in fervor as the other does. Your hands gripped his jacket firmly as you leaned in for his contact, narrowing the small gap between the two of you. However, you stopped knowing that there were other people here.
“God. You’re so damn beautiful, sweetheart. I can’t believe you’re all fucking mine.” He buried his face into your neck, his goatee tickling you a bit.
“You’re pretty drunk” you chuckled as Stephen kissed your neck tenderly.
He kissed your neck again and added, "So are you."
“Stephen— there are people here.” He stopped kissing you as he brought his lips near your ear and whispered “So then let’s get out of here.” as he lightly grasped your ass.
You didn’t need to be told twice.