No Feelings Attached [N. Romanoff × Female Reader]

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑇𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑒

Running my way to the bathroom was the first thing I did as soon as I got to the kitchen, the vomitting didn't really went away, it stayed there, waiting for me everytime that I get drunk.

"Another hangover." I could see Wanda's face while she shook her head in disbelief.

"It's — ew, gross." I cringe while flushing the toilet.

I walked back to the kitchen and continue my breakfast.

"Ugh." I groaned in annoyance as I feel the room begins to spin. "It's spinning." I added, 'causing Wanda to giggle so cutely.

I stood there, holding on a chair to keep me steady, my vision was good but everything was spinning, it was like the globe was like a ball of apple that was being tossed in the ceiling, up and down.

"What happened to her?" I heard Natasha's voice in a muffled tone but I could still understand it perfectly.

"Just give her a few minutes," Wanda wiggled her eyebrows at the assassin, finding the situation funny like always.

Then, nausea.

I looked at Wanda in horror as I felt the sickness kick in.

"Here we go again." As soon as the words came out of Wanda's mouth, I came back running to the bathroom.

Natasha was confused at that time but she followed me same as Wanda.

"It's nothing serious—" I cut off myself, another puke coming in. "Really not that serious at all." I sarcastically chuckled to myself.

"You're really gross." Wanda stated, giving me a yucky look.

Natasha was handing me a tissue and so I accepted it. I sat on the floor, squeezing my middle just to relieve the sensation.

"You should stop drinking." Natasha demanded heavily, making me glare at her.

"That's the problem, I cant." I replied firmly. "And you know what I don't get? I can't get immune to alcoholic drinks." I shook my head in disbelief to myself.

"Maybe alcohol isn't for you." Natasha offered her hand for me to grab onto so I could stand up properly.

I eyed her hand, doubting it, contemplating whether to accept it or not. Were we okay? I don't know. Was I okay? Certainly not. And so, I sighed, accepting it and she gently pulled me up. She guided me back to my seat as if I was an old grandma who can't manage to walk by its' ownself.

"Sweets," I mumbled like a little kid and Natasha furrowed her eyebrows, who was sitting next to me.

"What?" She asked.

"The aftermath is that you do or give her the things she says." Wanda answered for me, and I pleaded my look on the assassin.

"I want sweets." I repeated shyly, making her lift her chin when she heard what I wanted.

"What kind of sweets?" She asked, trying not to look at Wanda for help.

"Anything, just sweets."

"Okay." She smiled softly, "I'll get you your sweets." She rose up to her feet, turning away from me so now she was facing Wanda.

They both started whispering to one another which left me out of place, and so, I took the opprtunity to escape, and made my way to the training room.

"What day is it today?" I asked Bucky while wrapping my hands to keep it safe for punching.

"Saturday, why?" He asked, panting slightly without stopping what he was doing.

"Nothing," I replied and made my way to one of the punching bags.