Can I please have a Tony stark x reader or Scott lang x reader or Vision x reader ZombieAU? Either one works! Thanks:) take your time babe!!
omg yes, I'm so sorry this took a bit to write, I wanted to make sure I got down Scott's personality hehe <3 I absolutely loved this concept, and I hope you enjoy where I took this! big shout out to @atlaese and @theyear1980 for help :)
Zombified - marvel
*lets pretend this gif is from the mcu lol*
Pairing: Scott Lang x Zombie!Tony Stark x Zombie!Vision x reader
Prompt: While camping out in a convenience store, Character A watches as a frightened Character B bangs on the glass, trying to make it past the blockade that Character A put in front of the door. Character A can just barely tell what Character B is saying: “Help! Let me in! They’re coming! [ pretty sure this one is from @deity-prompts ]
Word Count: 3.5k
warnings: descriptions of violence and gore, horror story,
this story is apart of my house of horrors event!
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Silence filled the musty air as you leaned against the wall, rifle in hand. There was a shifting outside and in the atmosphere surrounding you. What was once peaceful was now unnerving, shadows dancing out of the corner of your eye. Your heart raced as footsteps were heard outside. They were running, gaining speed and getting closer to where you sat. You closed your eyes, trying to steady your breath before making sure the rifle was loaded and cocked, waiting to be used. Your hand rested delicately next to the trigger as you aimed the gun up towards the front doors of the convenience store.
You had already blocked the doors off with heavy furniture left behind and cut the electric cords so the automatic opener feature wasn’t working. This had eased your mind, knowing you had the upper hand. Now all you had to do was wait, wait for the perfect shot… whoever was outside was getting closer… and closer… until a figure appeared disheveled in front of the door. His fists rose and he began banging on the door furiously.
“Hey! Let me in! Please! There’s this... god, what is that? This thing after me. What are we calling them? Zombies? Yeah that!” He shouted. You recognized his voice- it was Scott Lang, otherwise known as Ant Man, one of the newer Avenger recruits. You lowered the gun, staring at him in disbelief.
Okay pause- you’re probably wondering what he’s talking about. Zombies? Seriously? Get real, right? Unfortunately, his description is very, very accurate.
The world had changed since the reverse snap and the fall of the Avengers. After Thanos had accomplished his self-deemed destiny to eliminate half of the universes’ populations on every planet, in every galaxy, what was left of the Avengers worked tirelessly to figure out how to reverse engineer the snap. After a long and grueling battle they succeeded in defeating Thanos’ army, and bringing back the half of the population that disappeared…
… but at what cost.
Biologist Ellie Mae had come back to find the love of her life Linda Gahle had died in the 5 years she was gone. Her grief was instrumental in the events that led to where you were today: holed up in an abandoned convenience store that, by some miracle, still had its windows intact.
You see, Ellie had been so distraught over her wife's death, that she spent days, weeks and months trying to bring her back. Ellie succeeded… kind of. What she created wasn’t Linda, it wasn’t even human at all; it was a monster. Skin as ashy and pale as a decomposing body, eyes dull and lifeless, skin haphazardly stitched back together from Ellie’s surgical procedures to reinstate Linda’s organs- she created a zombie. A zombie that was hungry for meat, thirsty for blood. Ellie died at the hands of her very own creation that soon was let loose on the streets.
Others weren’t as lucky as Ellie. Many that came in contact with the, now, zombified Linda survived… if you could even call it that. More and more Zombies came to life, popping up out of the freshly dug dirt in graveyards, morgues, and even on the street just mere hours after they were found deceased. The time it took to turn always varied, depending on just how much of the disease got in through the bites before the zombies moved on to better looking meals.
When the outbreak had occurred, you had lost everything all at once. Your home wasn’t safe to stay in, and the small little family you once had was infected, leaving you to do the hardest thing imaginable: end their suffering. The kickback from the shotgun you used left a dark purple bruise on your shoulder after multiple shots were fired to end it all. The tears had stained your cheeks, making their way through the blood splatter that had landed on your face.
Without giving yourself a second to process what just happened and what you just did, you threw some clothes into a bag, as well as some survival tools your dad had prepared after the news broke of the infections.
The world had turned upside down. More and more people were turning daily- the Zombies now outnumbered the humans. But things turned dark when the infections reached the heroes-the New Avengers- that were left after the snap.
No one knew how, assuming they had the technology to shield themselves from it. In fact, that’s what everyone was hoping for: that the New Avengers could stay safe long enough to find a cure. But everyone was mistaken.
To everyone’s surprise, Tony Stark was the first to go- or, rather, come back zombified. It was a giant conspiracy as to how he got infected after his sacrifice- as far as anyone knew he was dead and buried.
The world was slowly running out of humans and as far as you knew, you were one of the few left alive in your town. No one had even tried to break into the convenience store you had bunkered down in. It was an eerie thought.
You had just lit a candle for the night next to your makeshift bed. Lucky for you, no one decided they needed pet beds in a zombie apocalypse, so you took the seven pet beds the store had in stock and made yourself a comfy place to sleep.
It really wasn’t all that bad given the circumstances. The store still had plenty of food, water, and other things. You assumed more people were focused on fleeing the city rather than stocking up on essentials, which left the convenience store nearly full.
After making your rounds to each entrance and then settling in for the night, you were caught off guard by a sound off in the distance: yelling.
That led to where you were now, staring Scott Lang down as he continued banging on the door, pleading for you to help him. Suddenly, as if someone flicked a switch in your brain, you got to work assessing the situation.
“Meet me at the back door, it’s easier to get you in that way!” You shouted, hoping he could hear you over his incessant banging.
“What?” He yelled back, stilling his fists. You rolled your eyes and pointed towards the back of the store.
“Back! Door!” You yelled back. He nodded and took off.
“Fucks sake,” you muttered under your breath as you followed his actions and jogged towards the back door. This one you didn’t feel the need to block as much save for a large heavy box. It was a heavy door that locked automatically so no one outside could enter.
You grunted as you slid the box away from the door, and quickly opened it. Scott Lang stood there, looking around anxiously as the noises of hungry zombies filled the outside air. You waved him in, and shut the door tightly as soon as he stepped inside.
“Thank you, I’m so grateful,” Scott whispered. He was currently waiting for his eyes to adjust to the dark stock-room.
“Anything for an Avenger,” you responded, winking- even though you knew he couldn’t see it.
“Follow me, I’m set up in here.”
You led him into the store, bringing him to the corner where your makeshift bed was. You had a small box next to it with a kerosene lantern from your home sitting on it.
“Nice place you got here,” Scott said, chuckling to himself. “No, really though, this is insane that this place isn’t ransacked more than it is.”
“Yeah, I got lucky I guess,” you chuckled. “Uh, so, there aren't any more pet beds, but I can break mine down and set one up for you…”
“Oh, that’s not necessary. I can sleep on the floor,” Scott responded with a bright smile.
“The floor? Jesus, Scott, no. I’m not going to make you sleep on the floor,” you said. You began to break down your bed, pulling 4 of the pet beds out and setting them up on the other side of the box night stand.
“I never got your name,” Scott responded, watching you make his bed for him. He felt awkward and unsure of how to act and respond.
“Oh, it’s y/n.” You said, simply. It made him chuckle, the way the two of you were able to make small talk amid a zombie apocalypse. He looked around, and grabbed a box of crackers off the shelf next to him.
“So, what kind of supplies do you have, y/n?”
“Guns, knives, plenty of food and water clearly, and that’s about it, aside from what the store offers.” You responded, finishing laying out the blanket atop the pet beds for him. He silently thanked you with a nod of his head, before moving to sit down. You took him in as he was sitting, wondering what he was doing all the way out here.
He had a large bruise on his upper cheekbone, a small slit in his eyebrow. You assumed he must have fallen and hit his head against a rock or something. As you moved your eyes down, you noticed a lot of blood on his shirt, and then his sleeve. Without thinking, you knelt before him and moved his shirt up, exposing his toned stomach.
“Oh, shit!” You muttered, seeing a deep gash slashed across his abdomen. He brought his gaze down to where your hands were already carefully inspecting it.
“Oh that? You should see the other guy,” he winced. Even in pain he was attempting to keep up his comedic act. You smirked.
“I’m sure, tough guy. Here, I’ve got some supplies to help clean the wound.” You reached for a small red bag perched near the box nightstand. In it contained a few antibiotic pills known to help cure the infection, as well as hydrogen peroxide and other wound cleaning solutions, some gauze and some stitching equipment.
“Here, take this and lay back,” you said, gently pushing him back down onto the bed, handing him one of the antibiotics. The kerosene lantern casted a glow on the wound making it shiny and look even more grotesque. He drew in a breath as you poured the hydrogen peroxide on it; his abs flexed in response.
“So, what brought you out here?” You asked, attempting to distract him from the pain.
“I honestly didn’t know anyone was out here, but man, I’m glad someone was. Tony and Vision- well, zombie Tony and Zombie Vision teamed up, and you know, the two of them as humans were unstoppable together… let alone as Zombies. So-ow,” he winced as you began to stitch the wound together. You muttered an apology before he continued.
“- so, I led them out here, hoping to distract them from civilization, but that was a bust. I’m not sure where they are now.” He finished. You glanced up at him. The way he just brushed off the fact that both Tony was alive and that he was now loose as a zombie made your heart drop.
“I’m sorry… what?” You asked, your hand hovering over his wound. You were two stitches away from closing the wound shut.
“What part did you not get?” He asked, a confused look on his face. He forgot that not everyone was aware of the situation regarding Tony. You raised your eyebrow at him as you finished stitching him up.
“How did Tony come back?” You asked.
“Oh, right, not everyone knows. Well, after Tony’s sacrifice, Pepper lost it. She couldn’t wrap her head around him being gone, no matter how hard she tried. She put on a brave face, I’ll admit that as well; she had us all fooled. When she heard of the experiment Ellie performed, she reached out immediately to get the information on what she did to bring back her lover. She paid an ungodly amount of money for the secret, and then performed it herself. Tony was back, but within a matter of minutes the disease had spread through his body, turning him into a zombie. Pepper was able to send an alert out before… before…” he couldn’t even finish his sentence, but he didn’t have to. You know what he was trying to say. Before the inevitable happened before Pepper ended up just like Ellie; lifeless on the floor.
“And Vision?” You asked.
“We’re still not sure. We think Tony somehow managed to infect his harddrive- or something- with a similar infection. I don’t even know how that is possible, but here we are,” Scott answered. You had finished your stitching job, and were about to cover it with a bandage to keep it clean, but Scott moved your hand away.
“Wow. Brilliant stitching job, are you a doctor?” He asked, inspecting your work.
“No, just sewn a few costumes here and there,” you smiled brightly, happy for the recognition of your work.
He caught your eye, and returned the smile. A feeling of butterflies fluttered in your stomach, making your heart stop in your chest for a second.
“Alright, you can finish bandaging this up. Let's hope this antibiotic kicks in soon,” Scott said, wiping a few beads of sweat from his brow. He laid back down and you placed the bandage over his wound, and began to tape it up.
A sudden clatter outside made you stop cold, a shiver running down your spine. Scott had leaned up suddenly on his elbows, looking around the shelf blocking his view from the door. An electrical buzzing filled the air.
“Shit!” Scott said loudly, pushing himself up to his feet. Another clatter came from the direction of the door. “Where’s the gun?”
“What do you mean, what is - oh my god!” You said, turning to view the door. A zombified Vision was slicing through the door with the stone in his head.
“y/n, where is the gun?” Scott asked again, more firmly this time. You passed him one of the rifles you had.
“Stay here.”
“What? No, I’m helping you!” You said, picking up the second rifle and loading it. Scott shook his head, but didn’t stop you. He had a feeling he wouldn’t be able to stop you unless he tied you up. As enticing as the idea was for other reasons, he knew right now wasn’t the time for those thoughts.
“Oh wait,” he started, running back to the back door where he had dropped a bag he forgot to pick back up. You hadn’t even noticed he had a bag on him ever before he came in. “My suit!” He exclaimed, quickly stripping his clothing and slipping into the suit.
“Are you kidding me? You, an actual superhero, forgot you had your suit with you? Why weren’t you wearing it?” You yelled frantically.
“I didn’t want it to get damaged!” He responded. You shook your head at the ridiculousness, and watched as he picked up his rifle and came back into the main store.
A loud bang came from the front doors, and you realized it was the sound of the furniture toppling over as Vision and Tony made their way into the store. They didn’t move like you thought Zombies would, all wobbly and slow. No, no. They were fast, almost faster than before.
Your heart rate sped up as you froze, absolutely shocked at the sight before you. Tony’s skin, unlike the other zombies you had seen, was a blueish green with red blemishes all over. Vision looked the same, but he didn’t talk. You noticed that Tony didn’t either.
Scott didn’t hesitate though. He fired the rifle at Tony, hitting him in the arm. In the next second, Vision had sliced the rifle in half.
“Great, you wanna play dirty? We can play dirty,” Scott said, activating his suit and shrinking down to the size of an ant. You watched as he attacked both Tony and Vision, growing in and out of size, shrinking and growing, punching left and right, taking hits here and there. You were unsure of what to do, it seemed like he had the upper hand.
Thn, as if suddenly aware of your presence, Tony turned to face you, his eyes dead and lifeless. Your eyes grew wide as you realized he was headed towards you. You raised the rifle and went to pull the trigger…
Nothing happened. It was jammed.
“Fuck!” You yelled. Of course this would happen. Of course the rifle would jam right as Tony was about to strike. You stumbled out of the way, smacking right into the shelf behind you. You quickly remembered the knife you had strapped to your thigh above your jeans. You grabbed it, slashing quickly at Tony’s arm as he came up to strike.
“y/n!” Scott yelled out, growing large and squashing vision under his foot. It was just a temporary fix to the situation. He turned his attention to Tony, lunging at him. In a split second he miniaturized right before your eyes, and landed on Tony’s shoulder. Tony flicked him off at record speed, and you took the split second he was distracted to your advantage. You leaned out with the knife, stabbing Tony in the head. He fell to the ground, writhing around. There was no blood at the stab wound, only a green ooze that poured out of the wound.
Scott returned to normal human size, wiping his hands off on eachother.
“That was easy,” he muttered, and you looked at him like he was crazy.
“Easy? That was the most terrifying two minutes of my life,” you muttered. He flashed you a smile. You couldn’t help but smile back, and for a split second, it was as if the two of you weren’t standing next to the corpses of the once greatest heroes of all time. As if the world wasn’t deteriorating around you. It was a nice distraction.
It was a distraction you couldn’t afford. Lost in the gaze of the other, no one noticed that Tony had withered his way to Scott. He popped up suddenly, taking a giant chunk of skin out of Scott’s arm.
A blood curdling scream left your lips, as you watched horrified as Scott’s blood sprayed everywhere– on you, on Tony, and on the floor below. You leaned down to pick up the knife you had dropped before, and lunged at Tony.
But you weren’t fast enough. Tony had turned, backing away from where you were aiming. Scott stumbled backwards, his breathing labored as he held his arm to his chest.
“Go!” You screamed, wanting him to run and find help. He didn’t listen. He couldn’t hear you over the sound of blood rushing to the wound site. His ears began to ring, and suddenly a bright light appeared before him.
You were unaware he was dying, too busy fighting off Tony. Vision began to twitch from his original position on the floor. No, no no, you thought to yourself. You could handle Tony, at least for a little while… but both Tony and Vision? That was nearly impossible for an average human like yourself.
Suddenly, the fighting stopped. You dropped your arms that were raised to block a blow from Tony that never came. Taken aback by the lack of violence, you felt your heart rate increase at the growing silence.
The silence didn’t last long. Behind you came a deep groaning and grumbling. Your blood ran cold, and your heart stopped in your chest. There was only one person that was behind you last you knew. Only one person who had the capability to make the grumbling sounds you were hearing now.
“y/n…” it came out raspy, and grunted, as if he was choking the words out.
Chills ran up your spine, and you slowly turned to look behind you. As much as you didn’t want to, your brain was moving you without your permission.
Behind you stood a zombified Scott Lang, blood no longer dripping from his wound. His skin was now a pale and ashy color, his eyes an infected greenish-yellow. He was no longer holding his wounded arm, instead it hung a good two inches lower than the other one, the upper bone sticking out of the open bite.
“No…, no, no, no!” You cried out, knowing it was now too late for you. There was no escaping this. No escaping three bloodthirsty zombies that stood before you, eyeing you like you were their last meal.
A blood curdling scream filled the air of the convenience store, before the sloppy sounds of biting and tearing of flesh followed, blood staining the linoleum floor below your body, and then, finally, the satisfied grunts of the zombies.
Warnings: none really just more angst and swearing but less than last week because i wanted to do a more light hearted chapter (this is just that by my standards lmao) I hope you enjoy … there is going to be smut VERY soon
The last week had been harder to manage than any ‘villain’ or threat to humanity that your friends had faced. Of course the physical and global destruction was lacking but your heart felt broken beyond repair. It had been a fucking disaster from start to finish and was not getting much better.
‘Come on Y/N, it’ll be okay.’
But Thor was wrong, it wasn’t. You had had to form a set of strict rules to get through each day. Number 1 (pretty obvious) :avoid Scott like the plague. Number 2: drink less and Number 3: try and stop crying over IT. None of them were proving easy and not at all fun but they did make you look a little less unhinged to your friends. Of course Thor and Tony knew how upset you were with Nat not far behind. The constant sympathetic ‘poor you’ looks were growing patronising and getting old. If they couldn’t treat you like a stable person how could you act like one?
Contact with Scott had been incredibly brief and tense to say the least. You just missed him. Who were you meant to fool around with? Who was going to hold your hand while you slept or make fun of Parker or drive you home to keep you safe? When you were alone and closed your eyes you could hear him: ‘I’m sorry if I’ve lead you on in anyway.’ But by Friday it didn’t make you cry anymore to recall it. It wasn’t sad it was frustrating. ‘Lead you on’ of course he’d lead you on and you wanted to call him out for it. Call him what your heartbroken self wanted to, a-
‘Prick!’
It was Monday: Thor’s weekly game night with ‘Noobmaster69’ and he was losing. Horrifically. Asgardians weren’t exactly fond of losing and there was, you had to admit, a lot of joy in witnessing someone so powerful fail so badly. Well you had to find relief in something. Although you did have one thing to be proud of: finally washing your greasy hair only to hear Peter singing as he got out. And you didn’t poke any fun at him because Scott wasn’t there to hear.
After deciding to stay on the couch with Thor, watching him being competitive, you continued your silent ‘soul searching’ that was so tiresome. You had become an expert on analysing every Scott interaction you had and without new ones to ‘study’ you were spent. Bored. Bored of waiting for nothing. Occasionally, you’d press pause on your self pitying to smile at Thor. Being so preoccupied with Scott had made you more neglectful of his friendship. All of your friendships really. You couldn’t remember the last long conversation you’d had with Tony that wasn’t about Scott.
‘Die! Die! Oh come o-ah Scott!’
You tried not to turn to look but it was unavoidable. Scott was stood beside the tv all of a sudden, looking dishevelled and out of place. It had been torture not to ask anyone and everyone what exactly he’d been doing the last week. ‘He’s out.’ ‘No ones seen him much today.’ ‘I dunno, maybe he’s partying.’ Fucking torture to hear. Although it was probably best he was out doing ‘things’ and away from you. At least you wouldn’t have to try and make eye contact without fighting tears. Except for that night. Of course he had to be in that night.
‘Thor…Y/N.’ Scott was almost worse than you for subtlety, his green eyes darted from Thor gaming happily to your pained eyes. And his were pained too. There was a guiltiness pressing down on him but Nat would have thought that was good. You didn’t want to be awkward around him or continue this ‘avoiding each other at all costs’ thing so you tried to end it the best way you knew how.
‘Did you hear Peter’s singing?’
It was the first thing you’d said to Scott that wasn’t ‘er’ or ‘hi’ in so long you could see relief wash over him. And you felt it wash over you in a smooth satisfying wave because his reply was:
‘Yes! It was Britney, so I had to listen.’
You both laughed, still feeling the need to to stay on opposite sides of the room for safety reasons. Thor looked amused for a moment but was invested in his game. Sweet.
‘Well,’ you leaned across the couch craving your neck closer to Scott. ‘If you like Britney maybe we should have a 00s themed party!’ Was it out of pocket? Probably. Did it feel forced to say? Yes. Did Scott look confused? Absolutely but he played along for both your sakes. It felt silly to suddenly be discussing pop star icon: Britney Spears to the man you’d been crying so heartedly over for so long. You couldn’t help feeling that he knew this wasn’t the two of you going back to ‘normal’. Not really. You had admitted far too much to ever have a ‘normal’ friendship. However it was a start.
‘Can the two of you discuss whatever nonsense Britney Spears is somewhere else?’ Thor looked as annoyed as you could be over something unimportant. Still the two of you shared a look meaning ‘Let’s leave him to it’ and walked together out of the living room. It didn’t hit you that this was the first time you had been alone with Scott since the car ‘incident’ until Nat saw you both and walked away.
‘Wow.’ You both scoffed at his strong words against Britney. ‘To speak of our lord and saviour in such a distasteful way.’ Scott dramatically put his hand on his heart and ‘fell’ backwards in agreement. ‘The horror!’ He exclaimed before you both chuckled.
‘Hey guys?’ It was Peter and he looked confused at the sight of you and Scott laughing. But who wouldn’t be after all the avoiding? You were just as confused as a participant. ‘Everyone’s kind of busy and I wanted to see B-‘
‘Back to the future playing in IMAX yes I’ll take you.’ The look in Peter’s face- bless him- he looked so pleased. Such a child. ‘Pff.’ You couldn’t help but laugh at how much of a dad Scott had just become (and the twisted part of you brain did find it a bit hot).
‘There’s a showing at 2:45-‘
‘Right. Well we’ll go to that one.’
‘Um,’
Whilst Scott was buying tickets he didn’t notice Peter’s anxious eyes flitting towards you in hopes you would offer to come. The truth was you didn’t know if one brief Britney discussion guaranteed an invite. It didn’t seem like enough but Peter looked concerned for you. Did he not want to be alone with Scott or did he not want you to feel left out? Which was it?
Your eyes moved from Peter’s to Scott’s but he chose not to give a verbal response so you let it be. ‘Enjoy yourselves,’ you smiled, overly enthusiastic as you walked away backwards. Something that didn’t escape your notice as you left was the sign of relief from Peter. There was your answer.
Mirroring Peter you let out a sign of your own, that Scott probably heard, and went to your room- but not before passing Wanda. ‘What’s wrong?’ Before you could think of a response she grinned and grabbed your hand. ‘Tony’s taking us to his pool. He’s had it redone- come on let’s go, come with us.’ Hmm. Swimming. Interactive. But she looked so excited- bless her- so you caved and returned her smile before getting changed.
Less than 15 minutes later you were sat in the passenger seat of Tony’s favourite car (you’d called shotgun of course) listening to Eminem. Poor Wanda was crammed in between Sam and Thor behind you, probably wishing she had just flown there. ‘Sam why couldn’t you have flown- to make room for Wanda?’ You asked. ‘I’m not gonna risk getting them wet. Do you know how difficult they are to re-‘
‘Look at her she’s squished though.’
‘I’ve not had enough sleep for this.’
‘I’m not arguing with you I’m just say-‘
‘Children children!’ Tony commanded the car, to no ones surprise. ‘This is not about flying. This is about getting Y/N to cheer up and for all of you to appreciate my architectural skills.’ He was driving over the speed limit but who was going to tell Tony to slow down? The man was overly caffeinated and overly theatrical.
Another 15 minutes later and you were in the ridiculously fancy changing rooms Tony had had built. ‘Why did you build so many if it’s private?’ You yelled over the door.
‘It was a strange week! Inspiration struck!’
Thor seemed to be struggling with the term ‘modesty’ because-
‘Jesu- fuck! PUT PANTS ON!’
The sound of Wanda being flashed by a God was enough to make you almost pee from laughing. They were all such children. That was a clear explanation for why you had admired Scott as soon as you’d met him. Yes he was silly but he’d actually been married. He was mature in other ways. You tried not to picture him in the cinema with Peter because what did you have to be jealous of? Peter was still dating MJ as far as you knew and Scott saw him the same way you did. You still wanted him there with you all even if it was going to be uncomfortable.
And then sadness clung itself to you like a rope with no slack. You forgot why you were even where you were in the first place. Why had you come? Oh for Wanda. But Tony said this was to cheer you up? You’d even forgotten how to swim properly, it had been so long. It had been too long since anything normal.
Chapter 7 of the slow burn I am writing at snail pace
Sorry this is a short chapter. I should make a master list. Please let me know if you want to be added to my taglist , enjoy :))
Warnings: none
After feeling sorry for yourself for a while and listening to Scott’s mither you caved.
‘Good there’s no queue.’
You yawned as Scott inspected the empty McDonald’s with too much energy for your hungover self to deal with.
‘Because it’s like 9am.’
‘It’s nearly 11.’
Oh.
Earlier Scott had left the room while you’d gotten ‘dressed’, which just meant you were in a hoodie and sweatpants. In fact the two of you were almost matching except he was in all black and your hoodie was green. Was that cute or was it embarrassing? You weren’t sure. It didn’t really matter. What mattered was how quickly your fries were going to arrive.
The moment they did you had to fight the urge to eat like an animal. You felt gross enough already.
‘Do you rememb-‘
‘No.’
Scott looked taken aback at your ‘defiance’. ‘No we’re not doing this, not the guessing game.’ Every moment the two of you didn’t speak was filled with Stephen’s face. You hadn’t spoken to anyone since, except Scott. What was going to happen when you saw him again? Did Scott even know? Everyone saw the two of you leave.
‘Why because you’re filled with regret?’
Oh he knew. His expression said it all, until it didn’t. Until his frown and sad eyes transformed into an easy going smile you didn’t expect. He looked as if what he was going to ask you was hilarious to him. You ate your fries and watched Scott experience what could only be described as ‘rebooting’.
‘Okay I have to ask,’ he looked gleeful and you wanted to down whatever drug he must have just taken. Hangover brain was kicking you in the ass. ‘Does Stephen do sex differently cos he’s a wizard?’ For a split second you thought your plan was to stare at Scott in shock and feel offended but you just...didn’t. You started laughing and Scott did too. His laugh was adorable.
‘No!’ Your sudden exclamation earned you a dirty look from an employee, ‘He’s not a wizard Scott he’s ...he’s-‘ someone you had not slept with. You’d only kissed Stephen. It was all coming back to you-oh fuck! You hadn’t even done anything.
‘Exactly!’ He continued to point at your puzzled face and explain why Stephen was 100% a wizard. Not a sorcerer. ‘If he was a wizard he’d have a hat. Like Fantasia.’ You rubbed your eyes and continued eating, wanting to bathe in your relief. For once you were happy to have blacked out and woken up confused. ‘Now you sound like Sam.’
‘Oh thank god.’
Scott stopped eating and talking just to stare at you. Now he was the confused one. You stared at nothing in particular for a moment, feeling a sudden urge to be completely transparent. ‘Okay,’ you turned to look in Scott’s pretty face as he waited for your explanation. ‘Stephen’s not a wizard and I didn’t sleep with him.’ It felt good to say. Before Scott could speak you cut him off to quickly add ‘We did make out I think I can remem-not important. Point is :it didn’t go further than that...I’m sorry.’ What were you sorry for? As you said it it felt right to but you hadn’t actually done anything wrong.
To maintain some level of normality and avoid an awkward silence, you took an overly long sip of your milkshake. Scott was clearly processing your words and then he said what you feared. ‘Wait- why are you sorry?’ And he chuckled. He was amused, not full of relief that you hadn’t fucked Stephen Strange after holding his hand. He didn’t seem to have any hint of jealously that you kissed someone else. What did it matter?
You both finished eating what little food you had left, which did not take long, before Scott raised his eyebrows at you. ‘He’s a bit old for you.’ There was some judgement in his voice. Ironic.
‘He didn’t take advantage, don’t worry. Plus that’s my type.’
As you stood up and grabbed your belongings Scott wiped his mouth and smirked. ‘Yes I know.’
