i'll be yours forever
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Y/N Y/L/N is ok with her life. She kills those who deserve it, and she protects those who can't protect themselves. Nothing can beat it.
Yet, when her latest recuse mission lands her on the Avenger's radar, she gets dragge...
I closed my hotel room door and knocked on Nat's. I knocked on her door again before he answered it, hair all over her head. I smirked at her. Then, I shook my head.
"I need a dress." I mumbled. Nat squinted at me before looking down the hall and back. "You need a dress?" I nodded.
"Y/N," Nat sighed. "Why can't you get someone else to help you? I'm tired." Nat yawned and leaned against her doorframe. I rolled my eyes, "Do you honestly want me to take style advice from any one of the Three Stooges? Steve came out in cargo shorts and socks and sandals." I complained.
Nat giggled and welcomed me into her room. I sat on her bed and watched as she pulled multiple things out of her bag. I gave her the side-eye. "What," She frowned, "You have to be prepared for every situation." I sighed and looked at the dresses she laid out.
"That's hideous." I said, pointing to one of the dresses. "Wanda bought it for me." Nat mumbled.
"Oh, in that case," I sent her a look, "it's still hideous." I moved the dress and looked at the other four. Eventually, I picked up a yellow sundress that had a deep V and a split on the side. Nat paired it with her red heels and gave me matching jewelry.
"Where are you going?" She asked. "Bucky's taking me to the tourist side of Turkey. Told me to dress nice." I mumbled, taking everything and walking to the bathroom. Nat hummed and followed me.
"So, you like him?" Nat questioned. I squinted at her and said, "I'm just going on a date with him." I mumbled. Then, I pushed her out of the bathroom to slip on the dress.
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Damn, I'm fine.
I took my hair out of the braids and used my hands to pick it out. Then, I styled it, trying to leave the curly texture.
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I walked out of the bathroom to see Nat picking out makeup. I shook my head and clear my throat. She turned around and gasp, "Holy fuck. You know if Bucky doesn't work out." Nat trailed on, laying a hand on her hip. I chuckled and motioned for her to do my makeup.
Then, Nat said, "It's nice to have another girl to help me deal with the idiots."
"What about Wanda," I mumbled. "Aren't you guys friends?" Nat nodded and sighed. "Yeah, we are, but she can't really go on missions after Sokovia," Nat explained. "I don't think she wants to come either. She's too busy with Vision."
