look at those goddamn cheekbones-

there's going to be more gifs at the end if you want to see em ;)

Y/N's POV

Tony sighed, knocking back his...fifth? glass of bourbon. I grabbed the bottle out of his hand, and poured myself some before tossing it at Nat. She smirked and topped off her glass, then downed the rest of the bottle right there.

Steve and Bucky were currently in the closet, which, unfortunately, was soundproof. Thor was downing shot after shot, Loki smirking as he watched him. The rest of us were in a sort of stupor, talking or lazily looking through our phones.

Suddenly, a loud fizzing noise burst from the kitchen, causing everyone but Loki, Natasha and I to leap back into their chairs. Loki and I calmly pulled out our knives, palming them as I stood up, Nat pulling a handgun out of her belt.

I walked closer to the kitchen door, Loki in front with Nat following closely behind me. Loki popped the door open, having his knives up, and creeping closer in. I heard him give out a loud sigh. "Damn wizard!" I heard him yell in frustration. "I thought I'd be able to get a distraction." I sighed, sliding my knives into my belt. There was only one person who it could have been.

I heard Nat retreat back to her seat, and followed Loki inside, relaxing when I saw who it was. Loki sighed and tapped his foot impatiently, creasing his full black suit. I patted Loki on the shoulder, reassuring him. I walked closer, finally getting a good glimpse at who it was.

It was Dr.Steven Strange. Or, as Tony called him, "Magic American Sherlock." I sighed. Finally. Someone who wasn't completely insufferable. He stepped out of his portal fully, closing the sparkling golden ring behind him. He dusted off his red cape and blue suit, adjusting the Eye of Agamotto into the frills.

I considered the fact that he was the only one that I liked in the group, and sighed. I walked closer, standing right in front of Strange. "Why are you here, Strange?" He cleared his throat, and gave me his signature smirk/smile. "It was a dull night at the Sanatorium. I might as well visit Stark Tower. Plus, I heard a certain Assassin was in town." I let a slight blush show on my cheeks, and led Strange out of the kitchen.

The rest of the Avengers looked up as Strange walked in. Tony's eyes narrowed, sighing in recognition. "So! Sherlock! You're here! Good, another one to add to the bag!" Strange cocked one perfect eyebrow in question. "What are you doing, Stark?"

Tony laughed, standing up drunkenly. "Seven minutes in heaven. You have to have heard of this." Steven's face didn't change. I mentally started praying, hoping that he wouldn't join into 'these childish games.' "I'll join."

My head turned to face Strange, who looked at me with his usual smirk. Tony smiled. "Then hand over an item, wizard!" I turned around while Steven gave Tony his item, dropping it into the bag of items.

Steve and Bucky weren't in the closet anymore.

God knows where they went.

Steven slung his cape off, swinging it around his chair. He picked up a glass of whiskey from the table, looking at it before taking a careful sip.

He looked...even better without the overkill of his cape. The simple blue suit fit his lean frame, tightening in areas where it helped the most. I felt like he was missing something, though. But before I could figure it out, I noticed Tony giving me his signature smirk, and sighed, knowing exactly what was going to happen. Why did I have to be looking at him for so long?

Tony smiled. "So! Y/N! You haven't gone in a while! Pull an item!" I looked at Tony, my face flushing lightly. I knew very well that he was doing this just to fuck with me. And because Steven fucking Strange was here. I rolled my eyes, and dipped my hand into the bag.

I felt the golden chain of...something...brush against my fingers, and I grasped it, pulling it out of the canvas interior of the bag. I pulled it out fully, and let out a gasp of shock when I saw it.

C'mon, really?

It was the Eye. Or a copy of it, at least, since I knew that Steven wouldn't trust anyone for a second with the real thing. I gave Tony a glare, nursing a small feeling that Tony had something to do with this.

"Well! Y/N! Strange! Time to get in the closet!" Clint leapt up from behind Tony's sofa, from where he was...passed out, I guess. "Go, you two!" I sighed and met Steven's gaze, as we both nodded.

I followed Strange into the closet.

part one! This was long enough without the smut;)

~L