(Gif ^^^ is not my oc face claim at all. Just the gif gives off the right vibes with my oc below)
Kara didn’t expect that trying to get her hair untied and down was going to be harder than the mission she had recently finished, but it was.
Beca, Kara’s best friend who was also on the mission, was behind her and saw her friend struggle, "Dude, do you need help?" she asks.
Kara turns her head slightly to her best friend and groans and nods her head and says, "Yes, please, that would be amazing." She dropped her arms down to her side and looked back in front of her in defeat.
She wasn't badly hurt on this mission, but she did get hurt. Most of her body was bruised and a bit cut up; her muscles through her whole body was sore and aching; her head was pounding; and she's ninety-nine percent sure her right hand was fucked up, well not fully fucked up, more as sprained and heavily bruised up. She's lucky it's not broken.
Beca went to work carefully to undo Kara's hair, as Kara slowly unzips and unclips her suit. The two have been best friends for years now, so it wasn't weird when Kara started to strip until she was only in her bra and underwear. Beca was already only in her bra and underwear anyways too.
Kara groans when the two accidentally cause her hair to be pulled a bit too hard. Beca worried, dropped her hands from her friend's hair, “I'm so sorry, my fingers got caught in your hair…, your hair is just so knotted up” she said hastily and worried.
Beca was getting worried about her friend's hair. There were so many knots, and to get it out, she would have to pull slightly, and she knows Kara has a bad headache.
Kara looks over to her friend as she dries her arm off.
A few minutes ago, she had just finished her shower and now was drying herself off. “What?” she asks Beca, confused and curious.
Beca bites her lip and checks her friend over again. “Never thought you could get hotter. Short hair on you is fucking sexy. You totally will be going home with someone tonight," she said.
Kara blushes and laughs, "Thanks. Also, thank you for cutting it. You're amazing at it- wait, how would I be going home with someone tonight?" she asks, confused.
Beca smiles, "No problems. Aren't you coming to Starks' party tonight?" She asks, stretching and yawning out.
Kara shakes her head, "uhhh…. No…" She didn't even know there was one happening tonight.
Beca frowns and looks away from what she was doing and towards her friend, "Why not? Ok, I know you're sore, but I've seen you go biking after a mission, and you were worse than this," She said, pointing all over Kara's body. “And i dont mean biking on smooth grounds, i mean, you going out in the woods and biking over bumpy ass rocks, trees, other fucking shit, things that doctors and i have been telling you not to do.”
Beca wanted Kara so badly to go with her and her other friends to Tony Stark's party.
The party was being held because of the recent mission that a lot of agents and Avengers were on. It was to celebrate their win.
"Come on, please!!!! Please come with me and the others! It will be so much fun," Beca begged.
Throwing her semi bloody suit in her bag, Kara sighs and thinks things through.
The door of the changing room opened, and another small wave of agents came in to get cleaned up. "Please, after it, we can go out to get some food, like-like wings and pizza, then go bring it back to the apartment and watch something" Beca continued on with the begging as her friend got herself ready to leave the shower room.
Kara didn't mind parties, but it's still not her cup of tea. She's ok going to a party for maybe an hour or two tops other than that she can't really handle being at one longer than that.
She thought after the mission and after what her work would want of her, she would be going home and just chill there. Maybe eat something she didn't make, and then watch something to the point she has to stumble down her shared apartment hallway to her room, and just flop on top of the covers because that's only how far she could have gotten before passing the fuck out.
Now, it seems her plans are being changed, and she hates it, but working for Shield, she has slightly had to get used to her plans being ruined.
"Please, please, I promise I won't leave your side at all," Beca pleaded out once again.
Waving her hands to cut her friend off, she speaks. "Ok, ok,” Beca stopped speaking fast and stood still. “if I go, you promise you won't leave me alone? And I get to pick what we are watching," she said, sticking her hand out towards her friend.
Kara was so fucking mad, annoyed, frustrated, and over all disappointed!
She was promised not to be left alone. They shook hands and made a deal, and that deal was broken. She was fucking left alone at a party she didn't want to even be at.
She hardly knew anyone here in a way. Most of the people who are here work for Shield, and the other part are just people who were lucky enough to get in.
The people from work, she really only works with them, they only talk with each other when they are working together and needed to, other than that, nothing from each other: meaning she nor them consider each other friends.
Maybe a good solid twenty-five minutes of getting into the party and getting drinks with her friends. They were together, having fun, talking, laughing, and semi dancing together. After that twenty-five minutes hit though, she didn't know what the fuck happened, but her friends that were in front of her, disappeared from her sight.
She was left sipping from her root beer by the wall where there's only a few people there, awkwardly looking around the room, trying to hide how furious she was.
At this point, she wasn't even tired but tired of being crowded.
She was great at parties when she really wanted to go to a party. She didn't drink because she just doesn't drink any hard or any alcohol whatsoever.
Other than the taste, she has a fear of throwing up, and if she got drunk, she would throw up, and she's not going through that. Plus, she never understood the fun of drinking.
Smoking weed, yes, drinking, no. It's just not for her.
So most of the time, before parties, she would smoke or eat an edible to feel something else.
Today wasn't one of those days she did that and now she fucking regrets it so fucking much. She wished she did or didn't agree to go to this party.
Kara turned her attention from looking around the room to a new person who had just come over to her and just started talking to her. "Sorry, what!?" She asked him.
To her, he sounded like the parents of Charlie Brown.
To him, he took that as a sign to get closer. So he moved closer to her, very close to her. So close to where his lips even touched her cheek and then ear, "I said, you having fun!?" His hand went behind her back and held her waist.
Kara's body jolted so fast away from him. She wiped her cheek and ear off, "What the hell man!" She snapped out of control.
He was so loud but so close to close for comfort for her.
She wasn't expecting him to get that close to her. She thought he would have just shouted louder to her if he really wanted to talk to her. Not him grab her and literally place his lips on her body.
To him, he's drunk and thought he was being cool when really he was being very creepy. He was also very confused about her reaction to him.
Kara leveled herself out quickly, though she still kept her guard up. "Sorry, just… just stay there; as I stay here!" She said, taking a step away from him again.
She was making some space between the two, hoping it would work for her.
He didn't get the memo that she wanted space from him and just got closer to her again. He once again placed his hand on her, this time on her very lower back.
He was so close to her ass, all he had to do was lower it a few more inches and he would hit a home run.
"What's your name, beautiful?" He asks.
Kara grabbed his hand fast; squeezing it a bit tight before pushing it away from her. She once again took more steps away from him, "Faith!" she lied to him.
She wasn't going to give him her real name; even though he was drunk, she still didn't trust anything with him. She looked away from the drunk agent and looked around for her friend or any way to escape out.
The room was crowded with so many people talking, laughing, flirting, dancing, and so on. It was impossible to see her friends if they were between the crowds.
Kara feels heat on her side again and knew he had just gotten closer to her again. "You want to dance?" He asks her. He was pointing to a couple of agents who basically rubbed right up to each other.
She shook her head, "Nope, he'll no!" she said. "No, thank you."
He was not taking that, "Oh, come on, it will be fun," he said, placing his hand on her lower back again.
"No, it wouldn't- well, it wasn't nice talking to you, so I'll be leaving now to find my friends," she said blunt and forward at this point.
She takes a sip from her drink and walks away from him. At this point, she wasn't just going to stand there and continue to be harassed by him. She didn't see her friend, but her thoughts were to look for someone who works here and tell them that he needs help out of here.
"Whoa, whoa, wait, wait, Wait!" He jerked her arm back.
I’m sorry for any short chapters.
I'm also sorry for any bad grammar or spelling errors.
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