If someone had ever told her that she’d attend one of Tony Stark’s parties, Aubree probably would have laughed in their face. Stranger things had happened though apparently because that was precisely where she was headed. “You’re sure that I’m dressed ok?” She asked her best friend Sam Wilson as they approached the elevator. This was probably the umpteenth time she had asked him that question since their arrival at the Avengers Compound. They had only been there for roughly five minutes, and that was being generous. Aubree Delacroix had never been one to care much about her appearance or what others thought about her, but this was a different situation entirely. Her best friend had never been a superhero, and he never had superhero friends to introduce her to in the past. Needless to say, she figured this was one of those situations where worrying about her appearance was warranted.
“If I tell you how pretty you look, will you stop asking me?” Sam asked, punctuating his words with a raised eyebrow. “You’ve got nothing to worry about, ‘bree. Yes, their all superheroes, but I don’t shut up about you, so most of them already basically know who you are.”
“You’ve only mentioned the good things, right?” Aubree joked as the elevator doors opened and she stepped inside. She tended to use humor when she was nervous, and if there was ever a time for her to be nervous, now was definitely it. Sam had assured her several times over not to sweat it, but he didn’t seem to understand the gravity of being invited to one of Tony Stark’s parties, even if it was as the guest of a guest. She wasn’t surprised that Sam wasn’t all that phased though. Not only had he hung around most of these people for a while at this point, but he was also a man. Most men didn’t make a big deal about parties and dressing the part the way that women did. If there was ever a time in which Sam fit the mold of most men, now was it.
“Of course, I know better than to say the wrong thing about you. You’re almost as intimidating as Natasha when you want to be.” Sam said with a slight chuckle as the elevator began its ascent.
“You bet your ass I’m intimidating, Wilson.” Aubree shot a faux glare his way just as the elevator came to a stop.
“Now that I think about it though, I might have mentioned an embarrassing story or two about you to Steve.” Sam smirked, exiting the elevator as the petite brunette gaped at him before following hot on his heels. “I swear, if you told him about that time in elementary school Tommy Henrickson I’m going to kill you, Wilson.”
If there was one thing that Thor knew about Stark, it was that he knew how to throw a good party. He might not have been the strongest avenger, that title was obviously reserved for him and him alone, but the man of iron certainly knew how to enjoy himself and ensure that others did as well. This party proved to be no different than any of the others that the god of thunder had attended since joining the Avengers. Great food, great company and copious amounts of alcohol. Of course, Thor had brought some Asgardian mead with him. His mother had raised him properly, and he knew Frigga would have given him a good scolding if he had shown up empty-handed. Had she been alive still that is. The mere thought of his mother was enough to cause a heaviness to sit in the pit of the god’s stomach. He often found himself wondering what she would think of him if she were still around. He hoped that she would be proud of him and the man he had become.
It was his mother who always assured him that he would find her. His one. The person he was fated to be linked to based off of the words written on his skin just below his collarbone. For as long as Thor could understand what a soulmark was, he'd longed to find his soulmate. He spent centuries hoping that he would come across the girl whose skin bore the first words he uttered to her. Frigga had seen them meet, though, no matter how hard Thor tried to convince her, she would not tell him when he was finally to meet the girl he was destined to be with. All his mother told him was that destiny would bring them together when the time was right. He already knew that he loved her though, he could only hope that she loved him, or would love him, just as he did her.
As the centuries passed, the god of thunder became more and more discouraged. What if something had happened to his soulmate? It had been centuries since the mark appeared on his skin. Surely he should have met her by now. Without Frigga’s wise words of reassurance, he’d begun to convince himself that he would never meet her. That he was fated to be one of the few people never to meet his soulmate. Little did he know just how wrong he was. He watched and listened quietly, as Stark introduced a small female with hair that fell in dark, curly tendrils down her back. He hadn’t been enamored by a Midgardian in this way since Jane. Once others had started to introduce themselves, he approached. “Would the lady care for a drink?”
July 14th, 2019 at 08:57pm
