"...Do aliens call people aliens too? Or do non-talking babies think we're talking gibberish too?" Yelena, who was drunk as fuck like everyone in the room, asked randomly. She was slouched on the sofa of the room which made her laugh and mock herself by saying, "Yelena, stop slouching!"
"Lady Y/n," Thor smiled, proud that he was the only one who could stay sober with the Asgardian Ale. "I have a challenge for you!"
"Oh!" You clapped in excitement, "What?"
"Lift my hammer."
"Ew, Thor, I'm gay and-"
"No, not that!" Wanda chuckled loudly when she realized what you were implying which made her eyes water from too much laughter. "Oh, my god!"
"She's amazing, I love her!" Kate sighed in awe, putting both of her palms under her chin before lovingly looking at you, "I love you!"
"Hey, hey, hey." Yelena interrupted, trying her best to stand up and reach Kate's chair to stop her from staring at you, "She's taken, and you are too!"
"Ah!" Thor giggled, "Gay love! I love lesbians!"
"We love you too, Thor." You grinned, hugging him tightly before mumbling, "I want to puke though."
"Do you want me to-"
"Y/n?"
Thor was cut off when you heard a familiar sexy, raspy, and sleepy voice from the doorway.
Natasha.
Even though you were drunk as fuck, you knew her voice too much for you to not recognize it right there and then.
"Oh, great." You muttered with a frown when you remembered that you were supposed to avoid her, you then snuggled deeper to the God, "Hide me, please."
"Yelena, Wanda, Kate, Thor?" Natasha asked again, "What's going on here?"
"Guys!" Yelena gasped, "Shush your mouth, keep quiet, duck down, or whatever! My sister's coming here and I don't wanna be dead!"
"Yelena!" Natasha scolded, not having the patience to deal with her at 3:30 in the morning, "Didn't I tell you already not to let Y/n have too much alcohol anymore?!"
"Oh, my god!" Yelena widened her eyes as best as she could because her eyes had become heavy due to the large amount of alcohol she took, "I think she's here, go hide!"
"Fucking hell!" Natasha exclaimed in annoyance before sauntering to where your small frame was cradled by the sober Thor. "Y/n, come on."
"Nooo!" You whined, trying your best to resist her gaze or touch, "I want my normal life back!"
"Me too." Natasha mumbled, "I want my Y/n back."
"I'm Y/n but I'm not your Y/n." You sulked, turning to face her but then you saw her hurt expression which broke your heart and you don't know why you feel this way when you don't even love her. "Natasha, I'm sor-"
"Let's get you to bed." The redhead forced a smile, not wanting to upset you as much as possible because she knew you weren't in your right headspace to even say straight things like that. "Can you walk?"
"I guess." You shrugged before trying to stand up on your own and take the first step but only to regret it once you land your butt down on the hard, cold floor of the room. Natasha was soon on your side, helping you to stand up but you shook your head with a giggle, "I can do this."
"You can't, you're too drunk." Natasha sough, "Come on, stop being stubborn."
"I'm not stubborn." You glared before closing your eyes once more as your head started to spin annoyingly. "Wanda, can you remove my spinny head?"
