It was late and the nightclub you had entered was jam-packed. Everywhere you looked there were people dancing to the explosive beat that pulsed from the large speakers, and drunken souls making fools of themselves. Normally, you weren't comfortable in places such as this, but tonight you had made an exception. Because tonight you had every reason to party.
From your place at the bar you could see everything that the club had to offer. From its flashing lights, to its excellent sound-system and wide variety of beverages, it was pure heaven. Well, to any hardcore clubber at least.
You sighed gently as you took another sip from your glass of water, and moved to ask the bartender for another when someone exhaled loudly right next to you. You already knew who it was before you turned to look, but it was a sad fact that you couldn't blow off your companion forever. No matter how tempting the idea might be.
Darcy Lewis stood in all
You glanced out at the table where your friends currently sat. All the Avenger men met your gaze. You smiled and began to sing.
Where are all the gods?
Thor stared at you, wondering if this was directed at him. He was certainly more than a good man, and he was an Asgardian God. You had become very good friends with him, and he often shared his Pop-tarts with you. Incredibly powerful, handsome, and a prince. What more could you be looking for?
He's gotta be strong, and he's gotta be fast, and he's gotta be fresh from the fight
Pietro Maximoff and the former Winter Soldier, Bucky Barnes, nodded along to the song. Strong, check. Fast, check. Fresh after a fight, check. Both of them got along fairly well with you. You also had a dry sense of humor, like both of them. They smirked.
He's gotta be sure, and it's gotta be soon, and he's gotta be larger than life