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Warnings: Slow-burny build up? (PART 2 IS SMUT, YO) Slight angsty feels, sass, jealousy, sexual tension

(SORRY THE FORMAT IS BEING WEIRD ON MOBILE. I changed the gif to see if it would help.)

A/N: Dress by TSwizzle (Taylor Swift) just screams Steve to me. I feel like I’ve been trying to write this for like 25 years, and I apologize for working on this instead of other WIPs, but I hope you enjoy it! Unbeta’d and could probably be better, but I’m super sick and just wanted to get it out there.
Also, I ship Clint and Natasha. Get at me.
Also-also, if you’re wondering about the kiss quote at the end, it’s a paraphrase of something from HIMYM (I’m basically the female version of Ted Mosby)

Tony Stark perfectly embodied the phrase “go big or go home.” There was no challenge he took lightly and, much to your dismay, that was especially true when it came to throwing parties. They were always a giant pain in your ass, simply because you were required to attend as an Avenger, but you were especially dreading this one.

It had been ten years since Tony’s “I am Iron Man” moment hit the headlines, which seemed reason enough for him to throw his most extravagant party yet. Tony insisted it was necessary to pay homage to the anniversary because (in his mind) it also signified the formation of the Avengers.

Fury, Maria Hill, Dr. Cho, various politicians–even Cameron Klein, whom you’d only met once on the Sokovia mission– would all be in attendance. It seemed anyone who’d ever had a hand in the formation of the Avengers was invited– except Peter of course, because Tony reasoned the party would go “way passed his bedtime.” You’d offered to hang out with Peter and have a movie night downstairs, but Tony refused to let you skip out.

It wasn’t the party itself you were dreading or the hundreds of guests, or even the fact it was a black tie event. The reason you were fighting tooth and nail for a way out was because of a certain blond agent who’d arrived a day early to catch up with everyone. And by “catch up with everyone” it seemed her only real intention was to flirt with Steve and try to catch his eye again.

It wasn’t like it was any of your business, but you knew Steve could do so much better than Sharon. You liked to tell yourself that you were just trying to look out for your best friend and that you had his best interest at heart, but deep down you knew that wasn’t the reason her flirting bothered you so much.

“I’m not going.”

You knew it was pointless to keep saying it. The team would probably carry you upstairs and tie you to a chair if that’s what it took to get you to the party, but you said it again anyway.

“Y/N, it won’t be that bad,” Nat sighed with a roll of her eyes.

You scoffed, but your argument was cut short when you observed Sharon giggling and playfully brushing her fingers along Steve’s bicep across the room. Nat caught the slight fall in your expression and suddenly understood why you were being extra grumpy about tonight’s event.

“You know what the best part about a party is?” she asked, pushing herself up from the couch.

“Enlighten me.”

“It’s the perfect opportunity to buy a new dress, drink a little, and have guys remind you how smokin’ hot you are. C’mon. We’re going dress shopping.”

Our secret moments in a crowded room
They got no idea about me and you
There is an indentation in the shape of you
Made your mark on me, a golden tattoo

“Stop fussing with it.” Nat slapped your hand away as you readjusted your dress for the hundredth time since you’d put it on. “You look amazing.”

“It’s just– this one is really ballsy for me. I can’t believe I let you talk me into actually buying it.”

“You’ll thank me later. Honestly, you look sexy and you’ll be turning heads all night. Steve’s a little naive, but even he’ll take notice.”

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UGH Yes. This is beautifully angsty and I love it.