Avengers Oneshots

champagne problems.

Crestfallen on the landing

Champagne problems

Your mom's ring in your pocket

My picture in your wallet

Your heart was glass, I dropped it

Champagne problems

Avengers Tower. New York City. New Year's Eve 2020. 10 Minutes Until Midnight.

The Tower buzzed with activity. As usual, your father's annual New Year's Eve bash blew everyone away. The DJ blasted a mix of all the Avengers favorites and Top 40 hits. Champagne flowed freely from dozens of fountains scattered throughout the space along with three open bars. Waiters dressed in 1920s regalia passed cheeseburger, french fry, and apple pie hors d'oeuvres. Everything glittered and sparkled; it reeked of overindulgence and wealth.

"I want Gatsby," your father said to the event planners, "but more...me."

The crystals that adorned the bodice of your dress caused flickers of colorful light to bounce off the luxurious white linen tablecloth as you approached an empty table just off the dance floor. Setting your champagne flute down, you quickly looked around before adjusting your cleavage for the umpteenth time that night. Why you let Wanda and Natasha talk you into wearing this heavy monstrosity, you would never know.

"Black and white is such a classic combo," Wanda said as he held the white crystal-encrusted dress up to your frame. "Plus the crystals just scream 1920s glamour."

"I dunno, Wanda," you said uncertainly. "White's not really my first choice."

"Nonsense," Natasha stated, holding up various pairs of shoes to the dress, "It's stunning, the perfect foil to Steve's tux. Besides, it's New Year's Eve; it's the perfect time to wear something over-the-top like this."

"Yeah, but will Steve like it?" you asked, checking the length of the garment. "It's a little on the short side."

"It's New Years, Y/N," Wanda repeated Natasha's words. "Live a little – show the world that our fearless leader can cut loose once in a while."

Natasha smiled slyly, "Plus, I may or may not have already sent Steve a pic." Your mouth dropped open in shock as Natasha finally settled on a pair of strappy heels to go with their chosen frock. "He loves it by the way," she winked.

"Oh dear Christ," you rolled your eyes and rubbed your forehead tiredly. "Fine," you relented, "I'll live a little." Wanda and Natasha clapped in excitement. "BUT," you added, "only if you both wear something just as outrageous."

Natasha gave a laugh that bubbled through her nose and shook her head, "Oh, honey."

"We're WAY ahead of you," Wanda finished mischievously.

Grabbing your compact out of your clutch, you checked your makeup to see if you needed any touch-ups.

"Forget it," a warm familiar voice said. You smiled turning the mirror to reveal your father standing behind you. "Doesn't matter what you do. You'll still be beautiful."

With a playful roll of your eyes, you snapped the compact shut and turned toward the genius billionaire playboy philanthropist that was Tony Stark. "You're biased," you said, kissing his cheek.