The party was nerve wracking and pretty lonely. Some men approached you from time to time, but their attempts at "romance" just made you uncomfortable.
You decided to hang out in a corner, away from most of the commotion. However, a tap on your shoulder let you know that you hadn't managed to get all that far away at all.
"Hello. You look like someone who wants to hide from something." said a blonde man with a thick australian accent. There was a hint of amusement in his voice. Something about him screamed trouble.
You chuckled uncomfortably, "No, of course not."
"You can't fool me, mate." he laughed and then gestured towards the rest of the party, "Some bloke was bothering you, wasn't he?"
"Not exactly…" you said, suddenly feeling a bit shy.
"Oh, a couple of blokes then?" When you didn't answer he laughed again, "Don't worry, I'll keep 'em away."
"Oh, no, that's not necessary. Really." you said, waving your hands frantically.
"I insist. I am a gentleman after all." he gave you a lopsided grin and bowed dramatically, "St. John Allerdyce, at your service." He stood straight again and smiled brightly, "But you can just call me Johnny."
You chuckled genuinely at his antics. Somehow he had managed to make you feel more at ease.
"I'm Y/N." you told him.
"Beautiful name, for a beautiful lady." he said as if it was the most casual thing to say.
You became flustered and looked away slightly.
"Not used to all this attention are you?" he asked, his tone of voice a bit gentler.
"No, actually… This is my first real party." you confessed.
"Nothing wrong with that. We can start simple. Tell me about yourself."
You rubbed the back of your neck, "Nothing much to tell really."
"Oh, I doubt that. I'm a writer, I know a story when I see one, and your eyes hold a story." he said, smile wide.
"A writer?" you asked, intrigued.
"Yeah. If you'd like I can--"
But whatever Johnny was about to say, you never found out.
"Sorry, interrupt."
You frowned. What a liar; he was not sorry.
"But Y/N's presence is required… way over there. You stay here. Okay? Great."
With those words your father began ushering you away and you barely even had time to give Johnny an apologetic look.
"Dad, what the hell?" you demanded once you were far enough so that you wouldn't be overheard.
"I don't think the Captain would appreciate your language, Guppy."
"And I don't appreciate your interference." you frowned, "I was making a friend."
Tony raised his eyebrows, "Those are not the eyes you give to a 'friend'."
"D-Dad!" you exclaimed, your face burning with embarrassment.
"Tony, leave the poor girl alone."
An arm wrapped around your shoulders and you looked to the side to see Natasha. She looked at you with a smile and dragged you along.
"You can hang with me for the night. Boys are stupid." she said as she continued to lead you away and gave you a sisterly wink.
You smiled, "Thanks, Natasha."
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Speed Shift: A Pietro Maximoff x Reader
FanfictionBAMF! It seems you may have overshot your teleportation again. It seems you've teleported right into the deep end. You, Y/N, could be the key to changing everything. Or will the story just flow by without you making so much as a ripple? Can you rea...
