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“Flirting 101″

Post-Ultron; Everyone survived the events of AoU and returned to Stark tower afterwards.

“You’re staring…” Natasha leaned over to whisper to Steve. The Avengers were scattered around a room within Stark Tower enjoying the cool evening as the sun set. Wanda and Pietro cuddled up in front of the TV, Stark was drinking and laughing heartily with Thor and Banner behind the bar whilst Nat and Steve sat with two mugs of coffee at the dining table. The pair had a good view of the entire room though Steve was only focused on one person in it.

You sat on the other sofa in front of the television with a bowl of noodles that you were attempting to lift into your mouth using chopsticks. Despite Clint sitting next to you and talking you through how to use the utensils, you were not succeeding in this task. Steve watched on from a distance, mesmerised by how innocent you seemed. Yet he knew better than most that you were not to be trifled with after the incident involving Tony whom you’d stabbed with a fork after he tried flirting with you. It was this reason among many that he was reluctant to make his feelings about you known. Natasha and Tony were the only ones to pick up on the signs.

“Ask her out, dummy.” Nat whispered to him though he made no move to acknowledge that he’d heard her for some time. Instead, his gaze remained focused on you as you tried for the nth time to get the noodles in your mouth. He chuckled as they promptly fell from your grasp and plopped back into the bowl. Eventually he looked back at his mug and replied to Nat.
“And risk fork injuries? No thanks.”
“Really? That’s what you’re afraid of? You know as well as I do that she stabbed him purely because he called her “babe”. Frankly, I think he was lucky to get off with just being stabbed - God knows what I would have done if he’d called me that.”
“Not helping Nat.” He grumbled, running his finger around the rim of the mug. At the sound of cheering and clapping, Steve looked up to see that you had managed to shovel some of the food into your mouth. Clint clapped his hands together with a laugh whilst the twins whistled and cheered. Steve felt the side of his mouth turning up into a proud smirk before looking back down again.
“You poor, lovesick little puppy…” Nat said sarcastically, slapping her hand on his shoulder. He chuckled, grateful for Nat’s attempts to console him, even if they weren’t necessarily working yet.

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Workspace: Part Two

Part One

A/N: I’m currently working pt 3. I took my time with this one because I wanted it to be good ! Love ya babez.

“Then I had to go to Warren in accounting and he stared at me for fifteen minutes while I sent a fax.” Lydia groaned.

“Gross!” Kira shuttered.

It was 12:30 and I sat in the break room with the girls, Lydia, Kira, and Malia. So far my first day had been uneventful, besides the whole Stilinski thing. As much as I didn’t like first days, this one had to be the best. Just a normal, average day.

“He’s so disgusting. How did he even get hired?” Malia asked interrupting my thoughts.

“Seriously! He’s like ancient. He’s been here forever.” This came from the same boy I had seen before Stilinski in the copy room, the guy with the crooked jaw. He’d just walked in holding a small brown paper bag and a water bottle. He was very handsome now that I had a proper look at him. Maybe not my type but handsome.

“Scotty!” Kira practically squealed. He smiled warmly at her and they awkwardly stared at each other until someone cleared their throat kicking them back to reality. Kira pulled a chair from a table behind us and squeezed it between her and I. She patted the seat and smiled, gesturing him to sit next to her. He smiled back and obliged. The whole interaction was awkward at best and strange at worst. But no one seemed to noticed or at least they pretended not too. Conversation started up again and I sat back quietly eating my tuna salad pretending to listen to them. All the while I was observing the people coming in and out of the break room mentally forming an opinion on them all. As I watched a petite blonde women exited the room I saw the Stilinski guy standing a few feet away from the break room entrance talking to some girl. Her hair was up in a pony tail and she wore a long black maxi skirt with a plain white shirt. I couldn’t see her face from the angle I sat but I could that she had HUGE BOOBS. Which is the only reason that stupid Stilinski boy was probably even talking to her. At first I thought it was casual encounter, he moved his hands around a lot and she nodded her head in agreement. But then she gently placed her hand on his arm,

Changing everything!

Stilinski licked his bottom lip and blushed. Actually fucking blushed. Like he was human or something.

“Stiles!” Scotty yelled startling me out of the death glare I was sending…

Stiles?

Stilinski wasn’t his actual name? But honestly Stiles wasn’t much better. No wander he was such an ass, his name was terrible.

Stiles looked over at us and smiled, obviously not to me, giving us a wave then raising his pointer finger to signal he’d be there in a second. He turned his focus back to the girl and pulled out his phone. I couldn’t see what he was doing but I could only guess his was getting her number. I rolled my eyes and let out any annoyed deep breath.

“That dog.” Malia chuckled lightly and everyone nodded they’re head in agreement. Looks like his charade has caught everyone’s attention.

“So anyways Y/N, what do you think?” Lydia smiled leaning in closer to me from across the table.

Shit. I hadn’t been paying attention ! What had she said to me?

“Yeah, cool.” I said playing off the fact that I wasn’t listening.

“Perf. We’re all going to go around 8.”

“You don’t have to come. Lydia has a way of being very pushy.” Scotty joked.

Lydia shot him a look.

“Scott’s right. It’s just a bar and you just met us.” Kira offered with a sweet smile.

Ahhhhhhhh, so his name was just Scott. Man, I wish these people would stop using nicknames. It was getting hard to keep up.

“Yeah, you probably don’t even like us.” Malia said flatly. I hoped she was kidding but had a feeling she wasn’t.

“Fine. I guess I’ll come.” I said with fake angst trying to lighten the mood.

“Sorted.” Lydia beamed triumphantly.

“She coming?” Stiles said finally joining the group. He sat down next to Malia and draped his arm around her shoulders.

“You know on second thought-” I started with grit in my voice but was interrupted.

“Don’t mind him,” Scott said shooting Stiles a look. “You’re coming.” I nodded but stood up grabbing my lunch.

“See you at 8.” I waved and stormed out of the room.

Stiles. Such an ass.


I stood outside of the bar for almost twenty minutes before actually entering. The place couldn’t really be called a bar. It’s was very much a new age Irish pub. There were tall tables with equally tall chairs scattered around, where people either stood or sat. The whole room was warm contrasting the cold outside and everyone was close to one another. There was a bar but as I looked it over I was sure it only served beer. I was still at the door when Lydia spotted me.

“Y/N!” She shouted over the music and chatter. “Over here! Hurry.” With her sat Kira, Maila, and Scott.

I waved over to them with a smile and stripped myself of my coat, hanging it up on the rack next to the door. I squeezed through the crowd trying to get to my group. Accidentally, I bumped into someone and heard their drink slosh onto the floor followed by a few choice profanities.

“I’m so sorry.” I apologised sweetly stopping to make sure I hadn’t done too much damage.

The stranger turned to me anger striking his face which quickly changed into a smile when he saw me.

“No, you’re okay.” He chuckled. He was taller than me so I had to look up to see him. He smelled vaguely of peppermint and honey and I noticed his green eyes where glued on me. It wasn’t in a creepy way, though. It’s like something about me transfixed his self to me. His eyes gave me a once over, briefly stopping at my lips then flicking back to meet my hazel ones.

Nothing was said for a long moment, so I smiled apologetically and turned to pushed back through the crowd but I could feel his eyes watching me as I went. Finally I was at the table and my pack all greeted me with smiles and a raise of their glasses.

“This place is packed.” I said scooting on to one of the tall stools.

“You came just in time! We need another player.” Kira said and I could see a slight glossiness in her eyes.

“Player?” I pulled my brows together questioningly.

“Trivia.” Malia explained for Kira. “Lydia usually answers all the questions and we just sit back and look pretty.”

Scott laughed and raised a finger at the pretty waitress behind me in attempt to catch her attention. She took notice and walked over.

“What can I get you guys?” She said only to Scott, batting her lashes at him.

“Another round of beers, two for her,” he nodded at me. “She needs to catch up.” He whispered loudly to the waitress earning a chuckle from me. “And a round of shots too, please.”

“Shots too?” Malia giggled.

“Hell yes!” He practically shouted.

“Comin’ right up.” She smirked looking at Scott brightly before turning and leaving. Kira let out something that resembled a grunt mixed with snort. I giggled to myself, Scott and Kira sure didn’t try to be inconspicuous out their feelings for each other. The pair started whispering to one another and I looked around trying not to ease drop.

I surveyed the packed pub. We were towards the back of the place near a small stage and dance floor that had no occupants, from here I could see almost the entire room. My eyes wandered across the faces and fell upon a familiar one. Stiles’s. He was leaning on the with with one arm his head tilted in to hear the girl in front of him better. I rolled my eyes. Another girl? I never took Stiles as much of a player. But as I examined the girl closer I realised she was the same girl from the office. Now I could see her features better and I was very confused because she wasn’t all that pretty. She wore thick rimmed glasses and the same slicked back ponytail was before. She was, in my humble opinion, too skinny with not a lot of curves to fill out her jeans. She was wearing a neon pink shirt that made her big boobs ten times more noticeable. I watched as her and Stiles talked and it was obvious she was drunk. She swayed a little when she moved her hands too much and she laughed too hard when it seemed Stiles hadn’t said anything all that funny. I couldn’t hear them of course but he seemed bored or was he just drunk too. The bartender slid him a bottled beer and he raised it to the girl and began walking away. As he did, he caught me staring and I whipped around in my chair so fast I was sure I’d given myself whip lash. I could see Malia eyeing me. I blushed hard feeling my whole body heat up, why was I even looking at him in the first place, I asked myself. I don’t care what he does. Then, a burly man with a long beard and long hair tied behind his head into a bun stepped on the tiny stage with a microphone.

“Welcome Ladies and Gents to this weeks Trivia Showdownn.” He announced over pronouncing the word down. “I’m sure you all know how this works. But for the newbies here I’ll explain it.” The crowd groaned, making me grin.

As he began explaining the rules, Stiles joined us then. The only spot available was next to me, and to my surprise Stiles took it without complaint. I glanced over to him nonchalantly and he was…glaring?

No, looking?

No, admiring?

Honestly, I couldn’t tell. He seemed to be pretty drunk and it was really hard to read his expression. I noticed now he wasn’t wearing his glasses and his caramel coloured eyes pierced into me.

“Want a picture?” I asked challengingly perking up a brow.

“Depends on the picture.” A twitch of a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.

The sudden change of character caught me by surprise. I felt my body warm up and I was sure I must be crimson but I hoped I wasn’t.

“You couldn’t be so lucky.” I said coolly recovering quickly.

Stiles lips disappeared into a straight line as he tried to stifle his smile that dared to break through. This was very strange Stiles had showed me nothing but animosity not a day before and now he’s flirting? What a change of events. But was this permanent or was he just tipsy with clouded judgement? The pretty waitress from before reached over me and set down two beers, I hadn’t even noticed she’d been there. She also distributed the tiny glasses full of clear liquid. The shots.

“To winning.” Lydia whisper shouted trying not to interrupt the announcer on stage who was still going over the rules.

“To winning!” We all said in the same tone lifting our small glasses to one another’s allowing them to clink, then drinking the alcohol. We all laughed watching the faces we all made. Stiles’s was the funniest, he looked like he was calmingly thinking about throwing up. I laughed extra hard and he shot me a playful look sticking his tongue out. The action making him look almost sweet, and I wasn’t yet convinced that he was.

Trivia started and as promised Lydia answered all the questions for us. Surprisingly enough, Stiles and I were teaming up within our team and answering a few.

“The largest volcano ever discovered in our solar system is located on which planet?” The burly man, Nade, asked the teams.

“Mars!” Stiles quickly shouted out.

“Mars is correct! Another point for Team Wolf.” Nade noted with a humorous expression.

“That’s another one!” I yelled raising my hand for Stiles to high five something we’d taken up doing every time our team scored a point. He bypassed the high five for the first and enveloped me into a huge hug. I was caught off guard and did not return the motion. Stiles stepped back quickly, eyes wide, registering his mistake and immediately withdrew. We looked at each other awkwardly before being brought back by Nade’s voice.

“All right Trivists. Last question this is for drinks on the house they’re next visit.”

This caused the crowd to cheer wildly.

“Okay guys! We got this! Let’s think before we answer and win this shit!” Malia coached her words slightly slurred. We all nodded or smiled in acknowledgement. The room fell into erie silence, everyone trying to concentrate and after as many beers as I’ve had so was I.

“Who is credited to be the first person to circumnavigate the globe?” Nade quizzed looking over the crowd for someone to answer.

Instantly, I knew the answer, I’d written a whole term paper on it in high school. I looked around at my group and they all seemed a bit stumped. Even Lydia, which was a bit odd but I understood why when I saw her downing another shot. I whirled my head around to Stiles, who jumped doing some weird karate move.

“I know the answer.” I whispered with a wicked smile.

“Are you sure?” He challenged but seemed amused.

“Oh ye of little faith.” I pouted gaining a smirk from him.

“Well answer, before you cause me free drinks.” He scolded playfully.

I rolled my eyes and turned to the pack grabbing their attention. I nodded at them my way of wordlessly telling them that I had it. Though warily, they nudged me to on. I took a deep breathe before answering.

“Ferdinand Magellan!” I shouted and for a second all eyes were on me. Quickly, they all turned to Nade as the whole room wonder whether or not I was right.

Nade was quiet for a beat, and left the room swelling with tension and anticipation.

“Sorry Team Wolf,” he paused giving us a dejected look. My whole team slumped down disappointed that, although so close, we hadn’t won. I was very confused, that was the right answer. I contemplated in my head if I had actually said the right answer out loud or only thought I did. My head was a bit fuzzy making me unsure.

“Sorry that…the other teams won’t be drinking for free!” He yelled smiling into the microphone.

It only took us a second to digest his words until we erupted into cheers. I ran around the table to hug Lydia, who squeezed me tightly. Immediately after, Kira and Malia pulled me into a double hug, jumping up and down throwing me slightly off balance. Scott and I bear hugged and he peck my cheek adding a overly excited ‘thank you’ with it. Stiles just finished doing a weird handshake with Kira, when his eyes lite up at the sight of me and inthralled me into yet another hug. This time I hugged back. His arms snaked around my waist and mine around his neck. I noticed he smelled of cigarettes and something else I couldn’t quite pinpoint. It was warm and sweet and I got lost in it.

He pulled back from the embrace but our arms stayed in place. He gave me that same look as before, the confusing one, and I searched his eyes for some kind of clarity. But all at once, I watched the beautiful amber color in his eyes turn dark and cold and felt the tension radiate through his body. He ripped his hands away from me and stepped back, frowning. My eyebrows knitted together in bewilderment. Stiles called out Scott’s name, who was wrapped around Kira buy quickly released her to aid his friend. I watched as the pair headed out of the now seemingly suffocating bar. As the door shut behind them, my mind raced. What was his fucking problem? First he hates me for no apparent reason then he’s flirting with me, and now he hates me again. He was so exhausting. The alcohol taking its toll I felt my blood begin to boil and fit of rage course through me. Malia walked over to ask me something, but I didn’t even acknowledge her as I moved through the cramped room. Finally reaching the door, I snatched my coat from its perch on the rack and bustled out the door. I whipped my head in every direction looking for the two boys. I caught sight of them half way down the block. Stiles hadn’t brought a jacket, and he had his hands stuffed in his pockets with a cigarette lazily between his lips. Him and Scott seemed to be in an intense conversation but I didn’t care. I was going to find out what his problem was.

“Stiles!” I shouted stomping towards them. They both turned around surprised and I assumed it was from the angry tone in which the name was being shouted. Stiles rolled his eyes and spit out his cigarette stomping it out on the ground. I was to them in seconds and I was huffing out of breath but more from my anger then the walk over.

“What do you want, Y/N?” Stiles groaned as if I was a pest he couldn’t get rid of.

“What do I want? What I want is for you to tell me what your fucking problem is. I’ve worked with you for all of a five minutes and you hate me. I don’t know what I could have possibly done for you to treat me with such disrespect but I’m truly sorry and hope you get over it very fast. Because like it or not we have mutual friends now and I’m not going anywhere. So straighten up or ship out.” I jerk my thumb over my shoulder for emphasis. I was a bit winded after my rant not remembering taking a breath, and I forgotten Scott was standing there. After a beat of no one saying anything, I spun on my heels and retreated opposite of them towards my apartment. I was fuming, mad with rage and in my hast I realised I was walking the wrong way. To get to my apartment I had to walk back in there direction. I knew there was no way I was getting back to my apartment this walking in my current direction. So, reluctantly and, admittedly embarrassed, I turned not meeting there’s gazes as I pushed past them heading in the correct way.

“Godddamn,” I heard Stiles say in an almost impressed sort of way. “Aren’t you something else?”

And it may have been my imagination but I swear I could almost hear his smile.

Loki is getting nervous now. I really need to update this more often or I’m never going to finish it! Anyway, I’ll cut to the chase and let you guys read. Enjoy!

Prompt[s]: Yeeeessssssss conflict to build the story! I’m so excited to read more.

This stupid idiot. If he ruins their relationship, I will ruin his face.

I’m really enjoying this story! I can’t wait for the next part!

‘The Tower’ (Part 10)

Part 9

The journey to the tower provided you all the time you needed for consideration and deep thought. Jarle’s proposition was… scary, to put it mildly. Lead the village? You’d never led anything! Apart from that time you took the village children on a scavenger hunt last year. Somehow you didn’t think that a team of foragers would hold you in quite as much admiration as a band of 6 year olds. An amusing thought, nonetheless.

So caught up in your thoughts were you that your travel pace had slowed to that of a leisurely stroll. The setting sun caught you out and egged you forward. ‘Make haste’, it said, waving warmly from behind the horizon, ‘make haste!’ You reached the tower as dusk greeted the lands. The cool evening air was soon forgotten as you began the strenuous climb upwards. Did the tower get taller every time you scaled it?

“I… apologise…” You panted as you reached the summit, “for my tardiness… but… I had reasons.” Loki didn’t move from his window seat, remaining fixated on the outside world. Nothing new there.
“Forgive my bluntness, but I shouldn’t care whether I am graced with your presence or not.”

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“Two Heads Are Better Than One”

You stood, shaking a little, in the doorway next to the tall, swarthy director of SHIELD, Nick Fury. His arm was on your shoulder which you figured was supposed to be reassuring but it only made you feel more in the spotlight which was the last thing you wanted right now. You stomach wasn’t just doing flips, it was performing an entire gymnastics routine with music and everything.
“Avengers, meet (y/n).” You felt 12 eyes all staring at you – though you weren’t sure what they were thinking as you refused to meet their gaze, anxiety freezing you to the spot. Your eyes remained fixated on the floor but you managed to break out a brief, if a little nervous, smile.
“She’s going to be joining us for a while.”
“Fury, what are you doing?” A voice called out. It was male and deep – concern dripping from the words.
“What?” Fury’s hand slid from your shoulder and you let a shallow sigh free.
“Can’t you see the poor thing is terrified?” The same voice spoke again and you felt two hands on your shoulders. Looking up, the face of a blonde man was next to your own. Steve Rogers. You knew of him well; handsome, patriotic and kind.
“I’m fine, really.” You assured him but your voice betrayed you and the words sounded quiet and timid.
“Dude, you’re making it worse.” Another more arrogant voice said that also needed no introduction. Tony Stark leaned on Steve’s shoulder until he was, quite forcefully, shrugged off by the Captain.
“Go away Stark, you’re not helping.” He said with a roll of his eyes. You giggled quietly as the billionaire, playboy philanthropist strutted away.

As Steve hurried you from the room, you caught the gaze of a man who you didn’t immediately recognise. His brown eyes were troubled and dark but also soft and calm, like the sea after a storm. Your eyes lingered for a minute and he seemed to notice, his face looking up slightly. The dark hair that surrounded his head shook gently when he moved and you drank in his intriguing appearance for as long as you could until you could see him no more.

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