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Sometimes he hates Erskine's super serum. Steve looks around at the people surrounding him. They’re all armed to the teeth with cigarettes and glasses filled with expensive looking champagne. Music thumps wildly from invisible speakers; music that sounds unlike anything he has ever heard before. He begins to feel the inevitable start of a headache, thumping along to the beat of the music from the invisible speakers and in that moment he really wishes that be could become drunk. He spies Natasha and Clint dancing suggestively with each other beneath the chandelier and he grimaces. He takes another drink of the terrible stuff in his glass, a mojito, Tony had said as he pushed the drink into the Captain’s hand. He looks around for Bruce, this, after all does not seem like something Bruce would even care for. Steve’s heart falls when he realizes that Bruce, dressed as a pirate, eye-patch and all, is lip locked with Tony, dressed as a mad scientist. Steve spies the door to the outdoor balcony and decides to get some fresh air. There is someone already out on the balcony. She has her back to him and he smells smoke.
“Getting a little crowed in there,” Steve says. He walks up to the balcony and looks over the edge.
The woman does not respond and continues to smoke in silence. She flicks her stub over the balcony and blows out a final stream of smoke.
Steve glances at her and he is mesmerized. She is beautiful. Her skin is golden, and shimmers unearthly. Her dark hair hangs loose and falls to her shoulders and she wears an emerald green gown that looks far too grand for the occasion. She finally turns to him and he notices that her eyes too are green. Her lips curl up into a smile and she reveals a set of pearly white teeth.
Steve smiles back at her but he is unsettled. Something about this woman is strange yet familiar.
“Can’t handle it in there, Captain?” she asks. Her voice is smooth as silk.
“I don’t like parties much. What about you? Why are you out here all by yourself?” he asks.
“Cigarette?” she offers.
Steve shakes his head. “No thank you,” he says.
The woman shrugs and lights up another one.
“So, you know me, but I don’t think I know you,” Steve says.
The woman smiles at him again. “I know a lot about you, Captain.”
“So, why don’t you tell me something about yourself?”
“What do you want to know?”
“Your name?”
“Now why would I tell you that?” she asks. She blows smoke into Steve’s face and he blinks.
“Because I asked nicely?” Steve says with a grin.
The woman bites her lip and closes the space between her and Steve. She tosses her cigarette over the balcony’s edge.
Steve inhales her perfume; it’s something light and intoxicating, something that reminds him of pomegranates. Before he knows it, her lips are attached to his and her breasts press eagerly against his chest. Steve allows the woman to kiss him and he kisses her back deeply. He wraps his arms around her waist and she pushes herself onto him. She moves down to his neck and she licks his skin lightly.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met,” he murmurs into her hair.
The woman giggles and bites Steve’s neck gently. She pulls back from him and stares up into his eyes. “I wasn’t invited to this party you, I just showed up. Stark didn’t invite me because he’s an asshole,” she says.
“Why wouldn’t he want to invite you?” Steve asks. She reaches up and adjusts the collar on his Dracula cape.
“Well, I guess it’s because he hates me,” she says.
“I don’t see how that’s possible,” Steve says.
“I should probably go,” she says. She kisses Steve one more time and then heads toward the door.
“Wait. What’s your name? Do you have a telephone number? I’d like to see you again,” Steve says desperately.
She shoots him a smile. “I’m afraid we don’t have telephones on Asgard,” she says before disappearing in a puff of smoke.
Steve’s face falls and suddenly he wishes he had taken that cigarette after all.
“Fucking Loki?” he says out loud.
He nearly jumps out of his skin when he hears her or his voice right at his ear. “Don’t pretend that you didn’t enjoy it, Captain,” she whispers.
Steve buries his face in his hands and groans.