He walked with an aura of arrogance. This world, this planet was so primitive, the people were so tiny and weak he could crush them with his pinky. He didn't understand why his brother loved it so much, the people, humans. Weak. "Hey" He heard and spun around.
Stood there was an even tinier human then he was used. Maybe five foot, she had artificial purple hair that cascaded down to the top of her breasts. She was lean in shape, strong and fit, a small waist with hints of muscles. She was still soft though, like a woman should be. But it was her face that caught his attention, bright blue eyes that gave away everything about her. Her straight nose with a slightly upturned tip, it looked like a button and he had an overwhelming desire to press it. Her mouth was thin, with the hint of a cupids bow. It was red and irritated in the middle, like she'd been chewing on it. Her skin was tanned unevenly, like she spent most of her time in hot climates, but not for a good time. Probably for work. He thought she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He couldn't believe she was an ordinary human. "Yes?" He said, the arrogance and confidence dripping from him.
"Wanna dance?" She asked, outstretching and small hand.
"Why, it would be my pleasure." He took that small hand in his and walked her to the middle of the floor, surrounded by other humans. He placed his hand on her waist, perfectly. It was like his hand was made to be there, that her frame was made to fit him. He pulled her a little closer and they began to sway. Her head rested on his jaw and he could smell her shampoo, peaches. His hand moved to her back and he pulled her to him. This was weird to him, he didn't even know her name. She just asked him to dance and he felt like she was the only one who mattered. How was that possible in five minutes. He looked down at her, her beautiful blue eyes were all he saw. He stopped dancing, he pushed her away and cleared his throat. "I'm leaving." and he turned and left.
He didn't know what kind of magic this human was doing, but he didn't like it. He walked out of that place, angry and as hateful as ever. He'd have to do something about that human.
"Nora?" Yelled Steve. I spun around and smiled at him.
"Yup, Cappy?" I said as I skipped towards him.
"Who was that?" He nodded in the direction the guy I was dancing with took.
"No idea. You told me to go dance with someone else, so I did." I chuckled and pulled myself onto the bar stool.
"Not with some random idiot in a bar. That guy. He looked evil." Steve took a sip of his drink, scowling into the distance.
"You think everyone is evil, Steve." I took a sip of my own drink.
"How's your stomach?" He nodded at me.
"Fine, I guess. It doesn't hurt any more." I shrugged at him. It had been three months since I'd been shot, this was the first time I was allowed out to drink since. I still had another week before Fury would let me go back to work.
"Well, I still think you should have stayed home tonight." He added.
"Yeah, yeah. C'mon. Dance with me." I offered him my hand for the third time that night. He paused with his drink half way to his mouth, he downed the rest quickly and took my hand.
"Fine, kid." He laughed and walked me back to the middle of the floor. He spun me and placed his hand on my waist. He smiled at me and we danced. He was my best friend and I loved him very much. "What?" He asked.
"Nothin', I was just thinking that you're my best friend." I smiled.
He laughed "Are you drunk?"
"A little." and we laughed.