Strange Impressions

Parties and Dances

Once I showered and made myself pretty by straightening my shoulder length black and blonde ombre hair and putting on makeup, I made my way downstairs to the party, Steve’s birthday present in hand. I reached the doors of the lounge and took a deep, relaxing breath before opening one door and stepping inside, a smile gracing my face. Scanning the crowd for someone familiar, it wasn’t long before I spotted Stephen having a conversation with Tony by the piano, watching as he smiled, a motion that created those small crinkles around his eyes that I adored.

I hadn’t realized I’d been staring until a voice broke my gaze away from him.

“Sophie! You’re here! Nat said you’d be running late, but you’re here now! Better late than not showing at all,” the booming voice belonging to no other than Thor, the God of Thunder. He enveloped me in a hug, his being so warm and teddy bear like, before offering his arm to take. Linking my arm with his, he lead me to a table with gifts strewn all over the place and I placed mine on an empty spot following Thor as he led me to the bar, surrounded by Loki, Bruce and Wanda amongst others.

Loki was dressed in an all black suit, his raven hair curling slightly on his shoulders, Wanda dressed in a medium length red dress accented by a black leather jacket, black booties to match; Bruce in blue jeans and simple t-shirt. Ordering a drink, I briefly glanced back to Stephen taking in his gray button up shirt and black trousers, his ink black hair slicked back, the little gray hair at his ears…

“Darling, you look stunning. It’s a wonder you haven’t stopped beating hearts when you walked in here tonight,” Loki’s silky voice greeted me, once again my gaze broken as I turned to him.

“Thank you Loki, though I don’t think I’m quite that stunning to capture everyone’s attention. Plus I’m not interested in snagging anyone’s attention anyway,” I replied, blushing slightly.

“Or maybe you’re only interested in capturing a certain person’s heart. You haven’t by chance spoken to Strange tonight have you? There’s a rumor going around that he eager to see you tonight,” Wanda stated, nudging with her elbow. The slight flush to my cheeks intensified, as I understood what she was implying.

“No, of course not. He hasn’t even noticed that I’ve arrived yet so I doubt he’s that eager to see me. How are you Bruce? Have you done anything interesting lately?” I replied, grateful that my drink had been placed in front of me. I took it in my hands and sipped it slowly, calming my nerves and hiding my embarrassment from the others.

“I’m great Sophie. No, I haven’t done anything recently. I think Wanda is right though. As soon as Tony mentioned that you were added to the guest list for the party, Strange lit up like lightning. It’s because of you that he’s in attendance tonight. Normally, I don’t think he would’ve shown up if you weren’t going to be here. I know he can’t stand to be in the same room as Tony some days,” He answered me. I almost choked on my drink at Bruce’s comments. Clearing my throat, I asked where Cap was and smiled as Thor pointed over to the couches where Nat, Cap, Bucky and Sam were seated.

“Thanks. Save a dance for me will you Loki?” I commented, receiving a nod from him and placing my drink down on the counter before sauntering over to the birthday boy.

“Happy birthday Steve,” I greeted him, kissing his cheek before planting myself beside Bucky.

“Thank you Sophie. It’s great that you decided to show up tonight, especially since he’s here,” Steve greeted me, jerking his chin over to Strange where he was still in deep conversation with Tony. He still hadn’t noticed my arrival, which was a little disappointing. Steve must have noticed my sadness because he reached across Bucky to gently touch my hand.

“Don’t worry. He wants to see you tonight. Trust me,” he reassured me, earning a small smile from me as I absent-mindedly ran a hand through my hair.

“You know, you could go up to talk to him instead of waiting for him to come to you,” Natasha offered, a smirk twisting her lips.

Oh, I don’t know. He’s talking to Tony right now. I’d hate to interrupt,” I replied. She rolled her eyes, her smirk turning into a mischievous grin. I watched as she glanced over to Tony and Stephen; watched as she got up from her seat and turn in their direction, knowing what she was about to do.

“Natasha! Don’t! Natasha!” I exclaimed, as she turned my way and then walked over to them like I suspected she would. I watched helplessly as she tapped Stephen on the shoulder, watched as he turned her way, as she whispered something in his ear and when he turned my way he smiled that perfect smile of his. He proceeded to walk over to the couches, his gaze locked on mine, those bright blue eyes paralyzing me. I didn’t notice Bucky switching to sit on the couch across from me, my eyes following Stephen as he replaced Bucky’s spot beside me.

“Hello Sophie. You look beautiful tonight,” he greeted me, his voice low and inviting. He sat close to me, knees barely touching mine, an arm draped over the back of the couch, his other hand on one leg, lingering close as though he wanted to take my hand in his.

“Thank you. You look handsome as well. Enjoying yourself tonight?” I replied, whispering, afraid my voice would betray my nerves. With him looking at me, it was as though no one else was in the room, as though it was only Stephen and I. Oh, how I liked him. He was everything I imagined a soul mate to be. He was handsome and tall and those eyes of his could freeze me in place. He was blunt and honest of course but that was what I also loved about him, at least he would tell you how it was but he’d always listen and take on new perspectives when it came to missions and other important things in our everyday lives. My favorite things about him though were his hands. Scarred they may be but they were beautiful and cool to the touch.

He angled his head in a way that was closer to mine, the hand on his leg reaching up as he placed two fingers under my chin and gently lifted my face up to his, our lips barely touching. My breath caught in my throat at the closeness, the warmth in his eyes when he smiled at me.

“I am now. I didn’t know if you were coming tonight. I hoped you would though. I desperately wanted you to see you. Sophie, I-“ he answered, cut off as another voice approached.

“Would you like to dance?” Loki chimed in, Stephen shooting a glare his way. Loki only smiled his signature mischievous grin and took my hand, pulling me off the couch and towards the dance floor. Loki linked one hand with mine, the other wrapping around my waist, pulling me close to him, my free hand resting on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry. I just wanted to dance with you tonight. Plus it’s always fun to throw that second rate-“ Loki apologized, before I interrupted him.

“That’s not nice. Can you behave just this once please?” I asked him, eliciting a chuckle from him.

“Alright, fine. It was still worth it though, especially since he’s making his way over here now. My guess is that he really wants to dance with you,” He stated, looking beyond me,

“Hmmm, I see. Was that part of your original plan? Did you want to make him jealous or is there something else you’re up to?” I commented, smiling as a look of amusement crossed his features. He didn’t get to answer as Stephen approached us, his hand outstretched, an expression on his face that said he hoped I would take it.

“May I cut in?” he asked, receiving a nod from me. Loki released me and I grasped Stephen’s hand. He pulled me close, ignoring Loki, his attention completely on me.

“Where were we?” he asked, leaning down, his lips mere inches from mine, a stray piece of hair escaping and resting on his forehead.

“I’m not sure. Were you about to kiss me or to confess something?” I answered, my eyes flicking up to his, the brightness darkening to a stormy blue from desire or passion, I wasn’t sure which. His answer was provided by closing the space between us, his lips capturing mine, his beard tickling me slightly, his lips soft and warm causing me to wrap my arms around his neck, fingers encasing themselves in his hair, tugging gently. He pulled back, both of us breathing slightly harder than before.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now,” he told me.

“Me too. I wasn’t sure if you felt the same way but now I’m positive that you do,” I stated, his smile returning before placing a kiss on my forehead.

“What do you say to a date then? Friday night? My place, say around 8?” he asked.

“I’d say sounds perfect,” I answered, resuming our dance. Throughout the rest of the party, I danced once with Cap and presents were opened, conversations had, my position on the couch by Stephen, my head resting on his shoulder, fingers laced together, the beginning of a very passionate relationship. As the party winded to a close, he walked me to my room in the tower, kissed me for a final time that night and left to return to the Sanctum.

“I told you that you’d be surprised at how he felt about you,” Nat commented walking past me to her own room, grinning from ear to ear.

“Indeed, you did. Thank you Nat,” I replied, before turning in for the night.

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