"What are you? Twelve?" Thor asked while laughing. I stopped for a while without turning. In a quick move I grabbed the knife from the table in front of me, turned around, and threw it. Everyone went silent... "It was just a joke, but fair enough" T...
I looked at the time on my phone. It was almost 17.00, and the charity event started at 18.30. I had to start getting ready. I turned on the shower, and started washing myself. I turned off the shower after maybe seven minutes of hot water running down my body, and grabbed my towel. After drying off my body, I wrapped the towel around my hair, and put on the bathrobe that hung next to my bathroom mirror. I decided to do my hair first, so I removed the towel, and started blowdrying it downwards. I usually have a lot of curls and use a diffuser, but I decided that I would go flat tonight. I straightened, and did a teeny bend at my front hair. It looked amazing.
After finishing my hair, I put on my makeup. It was a simple look, but I must admit I looked really hot. I walked out to my bedroom, and dropped the bathrobe to my feet, opened the top drawer and picked up a black thong. It was necessary because of my dress. The dress was strapless, so I didn't put on a bra. I slipped on the black high heels, and stood up. I walked over to the big mirror beside my bed, and checked myself out. Damn girl you really did bring your a-game, I thought to myself, kinda proud of the look.
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I grabbed my little black purse that matched my dress, and pulled out my phone. It was 18.26. If I go now I'll make it just on time. I walked out my door, and locked it. I started walking, and finally entered the party through the big double doors. I was greeted with some smooth jazz music, and a lot of different conversations going on. I looked a little around, hoping to spot someone I knew, or maybe Peter, but gave up when no one came in sight. I headed to the bar, and sat on one of the fancy stools.
"What'll you have?" The bartender asked, while opening a beer for the guy who was sitting at the other end of the bar.
"A martini please." I said. He nodded, and started making the drink. I looked out at all the dressed up people, but my attention was quickly caught by a woman placing herself on a stool next to me. It was Natasha.
"Your martini." The bartender said, and placed my drink down in front of me.
"Aren't you 17?" She asked, and pointed at my drink. I took a sip, and looked at her.
"Yeah, but I'm gonna need alcohol to get through tonight." I answered, and took another sip. She chuckled at what I had said, and turned to the bartender.
"The same as her. Thanks." She said, and the bartender started making yet another drink. That sentence, out of context, sounded a bit harsh or maybe arrogant, but her smile and her polite manners could manipulate any of her sentences into intriguing and sweet ones. I glanced at her dress. It was a gorgeous long, cream colored dress. She was beautiful in it.
"Can I ask you something?" Natasha said.
"Sure." I said, and smiled at her. She straightened up, and looked at the drink that was placed down in front of her.
"How did you end up here? Like... with Tony? And who trained you?" She asked carefully. I looked away from her, and down at my drink.
"Well... My dad used to be very abusive, and trained me ever since I can remember." She nodded understandingly. "One night he beat up my mom so bad, that she had to get help, so I snuck out and drove her to the hospital... But um... She died there... And I was so mad at my dad, that I drove back home, and ended up fighting with him... Physically... fighting." I took another sip of my drink, my hand lightly shaking. Not enough for me to not quickly control it though. "It went so far that I... I uh..." I looked down, and swallowed a big lump in my throat. "I snapped his neck." I said, and looked at her.
She looked completely shocked. I looked back down at the drink in front of me. "I had to get away from there, so I took the car and I crashed it, just a street away from this place, and walked here with blood and bruises all over me. I think that's why they let me in. I was really vulnerable." I said, at last looking up at her.
"I'm so sorry... I had no idea." She said, I smiled down at the table.
"Don't worry. Tony really helped me through it... I know a lot of people see Tony as arrogant and a jerk... But I don't see that at all. He may be an ass sometimes, but when he sees someone in true need of help and hope... well he at least didn't let me down." I said, and looked out at Tony, who was laughing with some people I didn't know.
"Tony might not be the only one... Someone can't keep their eyes off you." She said while leaning in closer to me.
"What do you mean?" I asked, and smiled. She turned around, looking out at the party, with her drink in her hand. I did the same.
"I think Peter has a thing for you." She said, and pointed at Peter. He was looking straight at me, but smiled and continued his conversation with Bruce, when we made eye contact. He looked both cute and hot in his tux. I chuckled, and turned to Natasha, who was now looking at me.
"What?" I asked, and laughed. She laughed too, and looked back out on Peter.
"You like him. Don't you?" She asked and turned back to the bar, and sipped out of her drink. I took one last look at Peter, and turned back to the bar with her.
"Maybe a little." I said, and gave her a small smile. She looked down at her drink, and chuckled. Then she got up, and leaned in to whisper in my ear.
"Good 'cause he's coming over now." She whispered, and walked away. Fuck! No. Keep it cool. The sudden panic he gave me felt weird. I think it was that damn tux that made me so nervous. He looked so good.
"One beer please." Peter said to the bartender, standing next to me. I bottomed the rest of my drink and turned to him.
"Hey Peter... You look really good in that tux." I said, looking him up and down, fiddling with the olive stick, in my drink. We both did a light chuckle, and smiled. He then looked down at my leg that was on top of the other, sticking out from the dress. He then looked back up at me.
"You look... absolutely gorgeous tonight." He said with a stunned face. I looked down, and smiled.
"I mean that dress is just..." He said while staring at my body, in the beautiful black dress. "Incredibly...perfect." I slowly pulled him in by his tie. He was still standing, but his head was tilted down so our lips were only an inch apart.
