Author's Note: I really need to stop getting plot bunnies in my head. I've been watching Marvel movies to survive this semester at school and damn me, but I got an idea for a fic. These characters are mostly based off their movie counterparts but they should resemble their comic book counter parts too at times. I hope you enjoy and please leave a review.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the Marvel Universe. Movie or Comic it belongs to the writers and creators of the characters whether from the movie or comic books.
Hope sighed and tossed the papers she'd been grading down on the coffee table they'd bought from a yard sale the previous week. "We need a girl's night," she stated to her two friends and roommates who were in the living room with her.
Rory looked over at her. "Why?" she asked quirking her dark eyebrows.
"Because we're totally stressed!" Hope replied brushing a strand of bronze colored hair out of her face.
"Speak for yourself," Katrina muttered from her bean bag where she was typing up a report for her grad course.
"Oh come on!" Hope whined. "You can't tell me with all that work you do for graduate school you aren't exhausted."
Katrina finally looked up at her and shrugged. "Okay, fine," she admitted. "I'm a little stressed."
"I am too," Rory added. "I know my job isn't as demanding and time consuming as Hope's or your school work, Kate, but at least you two like what you're doing."
"Oh yeah," Katrina snorted. "I love trying to balance the boat load of work I get for grad school and my shifts at planet fitness."
"Yeah, but you're working towards something you like doing," Rory argued. "I'm stuck in some publishing building that is completely unheard of all day. There are days when the only people I see are the people I work with."
"So?" Katrina questioned. "You basically get a free day. I mean, you complain because you don't have enough time to write, but you literally have all day if you have no customers."
"I would have all day if the head editor didn't breathe down my back," Rory shot back. "If I even pick up a notebook to start writing he runs over and yells at me for not being attentive to our customers. All I want to ask him is 'What customers?!'"
"Okay, so fine," Katrina replied. "Basically, our lives suck right now and only Hope has it easy."
"Oh, yeah, easy," Hope scoffed. "Try working with teenagers and then tell me they're easy to work with. At least none of you get attitude all day."
"Well, maybe if you were nicer to them," Katrina said.
"What are you talking about? I'm nice to them," Hope replied.
"You told us the other day you flipped out on your third period," Rory pointed out.
"They were being disruptive!" Hope cried in defense and then suddenly all three girls were arguing at once, their voices filling the room in an angry barrage.
"Okay! Okay! Enough!" Rory finally shouted after a few minutes. "Hope's right we need a girl's night out."
"Meet back down here in an hour," Hope said quickly, practically running from the room before anyone could protest.
An hour later, and she met Rory and Katrina in their tiny living room. They were decked out in their most sexy attire, although they varied on the sexiness scale. Hope, with her bronze hair, looked like a flame in her tight fitting red dress. Rory wore a more classic look with her dark brown hair half pulled back and wearing a fifties style blue polka dot dress. Katrina wore a black knit skirt and white tank top. She kept it as casual as possible, being the closest of the group to being a tomboy.
"We all ready?" Hope asked slipping on her leather jacket.
"Yeah, although how we're going to pay for our drinks is beyond me," Katrina replied flipping through her wallet.
"Kate, you're pretty," Hope replied. "I'm sure you'll find someone to pay for your drink."
"Or I could let you borrow twenty dollars," Rory said quickly slipping Katrina a twenty. "The last time someone bought you a drink Hope and I were stuck in our rooms the entire next morning."
"You could have just let them use your bed rather than make them do the do on the pull out couch," Hope commented.
"The only one having sex in my bed is me!" Rory snapped wincing at the idea of anyone else messing up her clean sheets.
"Contrary to appearances," Katrina muttered under her breath and she and Hope both laughed.
"Excuse me for wanting to be in a relationship with someone before I make love with them," Rory grumbled as they left the apartment for the bar down on the corner of their street.
"No one's making fun of you for wanting to be in a relationship first," Hope placated her. "But you're so picky about men it'll take you forever to find one."
"Well, when a nice guy asks me out, I'll say yes," Rory replied.
"Plenty of nice guys have asked you out," Katrina said.
"Oh really? When?" Rory asked.
"That guy last week at the baseball game," Hope suggested.
"Please! He was covered in tattoos and had huge gages," Rory scoffed.
"That doesn't mean he wasn't a nice guy," Katrina laughed holding the door open for her friends to walk into the bar.
"He probably does drugs," Rory said.
"That is such a stereotype," Hope replied. "You really need to lower your standards. You expect all guys to be like Prince Charming."
"There's nothing wrong with having high standards," Rory argued.
"No, but there is something wrong with setting your standards so high it's impossible for any guy to reach them," Katrina responded as they sat down at the bar. "Not everyone's a super hero, Rory."
"No one's a super hero," Rory replied rolling her eyes.
"Hey, don't insult Dave like that," Hope cried in mock outrage, smiling flirtatiously up at their favorite bartender.
Dave smiled brightly back at her. "Just for that, you three get your first round free," he said. "What do you ladies want?"
"I'll have a banana daiquiri," Hope ordered.
"That sounds good," Rory said. "I'll have what she's having."
"You still have to ask, Dave?" Katrina teased.
"What was I thinking?" Dave replied shaking his head. "Two banana daiquiris and a Blue Moon coming right up."
The girls were enjoying their night, laughing raucously at the horror stories they told each other about work. About two and a half hours after coming in they were pretty lit up, and also almost out of money. Hope opened her wallet to realize she had just enough for one more drink and Dave's tip.
"I don't think you should have anymore," Rory commented grabbing Hope's wrist before she could flag Dave down.
"What?" Hope asked frowning slightly. "I'm not that bad."
"You've had three drinks already," Rory told her. "And without any breaks between. I know how you are. You'll be under the table if you have another."
"I usually have four!" Hope protested.
"Yeah, but you haven't had anything to eat in a few hours and you didn't break up your order with water like you usually do," Rory said. "I can't force you to stop drinking, but I don't think it'll be a good idea."
"Let me make my own bad decisions," Hope complained and flagged Dave down for one more drink. Rory sighed but didn't comment. Of course, after finishing her last drink she was beginning to think maybe it hadn't been such a great idea after all. Her glazed eyes couldn't focus and the room seemed to be spinning. She felt herself swaying slightly on her bar stool.
"You okay, Hope?" Katrina asked.
Hope turned her head and frowned when she saw two of Kate. "I have to pee," she stated bluntly.
Katrina laughed. "Then you better get to the bathroom," she chuckled. Hope furrowed her eyebrows as she turned to look at the sign for the bathroom. They looked so far away. Still frowning, she shoved herself off the bar stool only to feel the floor tilt beneath her feet. She was steadied by a hand on her elbow.
"Let me have your purse," Rory said gently keeping her hand on her friend's elbow. "I'll pay your bill while you go to the bathroom and then we'll go. Can you get there on your own?'
"Yeah, I'm good," Hope replied her words slurring slightly. "I just got up too quickly."
"Right," Katrina snorted as she and Rory watched their friend stumble towards the bathroom. "You should have stopped her. She's such a lightweight."
Rory shrugged. "She's an adult. She can make her own decisions," she replied. "It will be her who suffers tomorrow."
"You will too," Katrina said. "You always take care of her hangovers."
"Only when they're really bad," Rory responded. "And at least she doesn't become homicidal when she's hungover."
Katrina smiled. "Oops," she replied.
"Yeah, oops," Rory grumbled as she tried to flag Dave over. Unfortunately, it was now the bars busy hour and he was too busy to notice her.
"We're going to have to go over to him. C'mon," Katrina sighed. They slipped off their barstools and began to sidle through the crowd to the other side of the bar. Unfortunately, they managed to walk into a scuffle. Rory shrieked as a man twice her size was thrown into, and she toppled to the floor, landing in a pile of broken glass. She held her hands palm up and stared at the shards of glass poking out of bleeding wounds. Beside her she heard Katrina yelling for help. Suddenly, the man that had been thrown into her was blasted across the bar. Rory looked up and her jaw dropped. Standing in front of her was Iron Man. She glanced over at Katrina, who looked like even more amazed than she was.
"Are you alright, miss?" a low, soothing voice asked her and she turned to see Captain America extending a hand down to help her up. She carefully took his hand and climbed shakily to her feet.
"How is this real?" she murmured.
"Rory, you're bleeding!" Katrina's cry caught her attention and she felt her hand being pulled over in her friend's direction. "Dave, get me some water and a clean rag."
"Will she need stitches?" Iron Man asked, the mask of his suit sliding up to reveal his face.
"No, I don't think so," Katrina replied gently pulling the glass shards out of Rory's hand. "But if you have any Neosporin or something to clean out these cuts that'd be great."
"There's a first aid kit in the car," Captain America said. "I'll go get it."
Meanwhile, Hope had finally managed to get to the bathroom and after shoving open the door she quickly shuffled over to a stall. "Gotta pee. Gotta pee," she muttered as she pushed open the stall only to freeze in shock when she saw a guy in red spandex sitting on the toilet while simultaneously polishing a katana. The man glanced up at her, and she could see his eyebrows raise behind the black patches surrounding the eyes of his mask.
"I think you're in the wrong room," he told her sounding amused rather than angry. Hope turned her head to stare back out into the bathroom and saw what she'd missed on her way in. A line of urinals on the opposite wall. She blushed bright red and turned back to face the guy.
"I'm so sorry," she blurted out. "I'm drunk and…I'll just…I'll just…Please don't stab me!" She turned and fled as fast as her unsteady feet would carry her out of the bathroom. She didn't stop to head into the bathroom next door, the women's bathroom, she just wanted out of there. She fought her way across the room to the bar ignoring the way the room was spinning faster and faster. Finally, she caught sight of her two friends and ran the last few feet over to them. "Guys, we have to get out of here!"
"Hope? What's wrong?" Rory asked concerned.
"You look totally freaked," Katrina commented. "Did someone hurt you?"
Hope shook her head. "We need to go," she insisted grabbing onto Rory's arming and pulling on it. "We have to get out of here."
"Hey! Hey! Slow down," Rory replied tugging her arm free. "Why do we have to get out of here?"
"Someone bad is here," Hope replied glancing back towards the bathrooms.
"What do you mean someone bad?" Katrina asked looking concerned.
"Miss, what happened just now? Who did you see that's bad?" a deep voice asked her. Hope turned her head and stared in shock. She was hallucinating. She had to be. There was no way Captain America was standing in front of her asking who the bad guy was. Maybe she'd hallucinated him as well.
"Miss? What was her name again?" another voice asked. Hope whipped her head to the side and saw Iron Man was there as well. Definitely hallucinating. She guessed Rory was right about the fourth drink being one too many.
"Hey guys!" a familiar voice rang from behind her. "You're never going to guess. This young girl is so drunk she went into the guy's bathroom. She thought I was gonna stab her." Hope spun around to see Deadpool walking towards them. The room began to grow blurry.
"I think someone spiked my drink," Hope whispered and then the room went black.