Pietro leant against the bar, looking awfully bored. For such an extroverted person, he was being very quiet, because he felt out of place around all of the heroes and rich people.

Wanda had stuck by his side for the first two hours or so, before Vision approached her and asked whether she would like to dance. Pietro told her to go and enjoy herself, and that he would be totally fine stood here.

He took another sip of his beer, still not quite used to the taste -- but he just wanted to drink something, to look like he was supposed to be there. He looked down at himself, at the smart-casual suit that he'd chosen to wear. If he was wearing something cheaper, he would have ditched this party and gone for a run -- but he didn't want to seem rude, so that meant he was stuck there.

He ran a hand through his hair, turning around to look at all of the different types of alcohol that Stark had on display behind the bar.