Hold That Thought (Pietro Maximoff x OC)

Night on the Town

We headed out to the black rental car that was sitting outside the hotel for us, piling into the cramped leather seats in the back of the car. I pulled out my phone to text Pietro who was sitting in the row in front of me with Steve, Nat and I let them have the front row since they needed the extra leg room. I could see Pietro's leg bouncing up and down as he tried to sneak a look at me without looking suspicious.

Elle Quinn: Psst. Speedy.

Speedster: Why are you texting me?

Elle: I told you we would talk. We're talking.

Speedster: Oh, is this what this is?

Elle: Mmhmm.

Speedster: Oh, Sweety. We're talking this one out face to face.

I watched in shock as he shut off his phone and shoved it into his pocket, I scrunched my nose in anger as I crossed my arms and faced out the small window to the side of me. The landscape around us slowly shifted from the rundown town we were staying in to a large and modern cityscape, bustling with the clubbing crowd. Women walking home barefoot in smeared makeup scattered the streets as they returned home, only to get ready for the young night ahead of them. Oh, we are so going dancing. I smiled over at Nat as she admired the city, watching as the sun reflected off of the large windows that decorated the towering buildings. Our car pulled up to the tallest building of the city as valet and busboys swarmed around the cars pulling up, grabbing the bags out of the trunk as we piled out of the car.

Nat swung her arm around my shoulders as we sauntered into the fancy hotel, following just behind the muscular men that made up our team. Steve and Pietro walked up to the large, marble front desk as Nat and I sat down on one of the luxurious couches, grabbing a glass of champagne being handed on a platter by a server. I gawked at the tall, painted ceilings that were decorated with pictures of angels and greek-looking architecture. The lobby was decorated with deep, velvet colors and gold accents, scattered with important looking people and their gorgeous girls of the moment. I felt out of place as we sat in our casual clothing from before, pushing those thoughts away as Pietro walked towards us, shaking a key in his hand. We headed to the large elevator across the lobby, handing our key to the attendant. He pushed the button for the top floor and handed our key back to Pietro as we shot up to the top of the building. The doors opened to reveal a little hallway with a set of double doors at the end, they opened to reveal a large penthouse suite after Pietro swiped the little card across the censor.

"Stark never fails to spoil us." Nat chirped as she grabbed a note up off the countertop of the bar.

Show our newbie a good time. I expect to hear stories of a warm welcome when you all return. Cap, show her what that ass of yours can do on the dance floor. -Stark

"That's Tony alright." Steve chuckled as he read the end of the note over Nat's shoulder. I wandered throughout the expensive room, touching the smooth surfaces of tables and couches as I moved to a closed door. It opened to reveal a large room with it's own full bath, windows lined one of the walls, floor to ceiling, the afternoon sun giving the room a comforting brightness. I moved to the next door of the floor, seeing a similar room that led to the same bathroom as the last, a different perspective of the breathtaking views could be seen as the windows lined a different wall of this room. I crossed the suite to inspect the other bedrooms that seemed to mirror the other two. I also found the door to the large balcony that was fit with its own outdoor furniture and couches along with a bubbling hot tub. I claimed the first room I had walked into as the others bickered over how much they thought Stark paid for this damn room.

"Na-ta-sha." I called out in a sing-song voice, hearing the click of her heels wander towards me as a response.

"Yes Eleanor." She teased back. I drug her into the room next to mine, flopping her down on the bed.