Several Nightcaps Later // WandaNat Bartender AU

8

"You're late," Natasha teased as Wanda rushed out of the hotel in a flurry, slinging on her worn denim jacket.

"I'm sorry!" The other woman apologized, dashing across the street to where the spy waited, though Natasha dismissed that with a laugh.

"I'm joking. You look nice."

"Picked out my favorite Henley," Wanda winked, spinning to show off her red shirt under a light denim jacket. "You weren't kidding about the motorcycle, huh?"

Natasha gave the seat a pat, zipping up her leather jacket. "No, I was not. Now come on, we've got a lot to do."

"You're treating our date a lot like an errand," Wanda poked, climbing on behind the redhead, wrapping her arms around the woman's waist. Natasha's abdominal muscles flexed as she twisted to hand Wanda a helmet, and the bartender thanked her, slipping it on.

"Sorry, Maximoff. My life moves fast and I have to keep up. Not much time for smelling roses."

Wanda moved one hand from Natasha's waist to her cheek, forcing eye contact. "You can relax tonight. It's just you and me."

Natasha chuckled with a relieved smile. "God, you're good at that."

"At what?"

"Reminding me of the little things."

Once more wrapping her arms around the spy, Wanda said, "alright, now do what you do best and show me a good time."

"You got it."

Natasha revved the slick motorcycle, then sped out onto the city streets. Wanda had no idea what the other woman had planned, but she would've been content to simply hang on for dear life as Natasha expertly zipped through traffic and city lights passed in a yellow-white blur. The speed and rush of wind was overwhelming, so Wanda focused on the sensation at her fingertips. The cold leather of Natasha's jacket, the muscles rippling in her abdomen, the sight of red hair whipping through the wind. Finally, the motorcycle slowed, and Wanda gazed up at the high rise above.

"What is this?" Wanda asked, pulling her helmet off.

Scratching the back of her neck, Natasha chuckled, "it's a botanical garden with a rooftop bar. I'm realizing now it may have been an inappropriate choice given... you know... you're a bartender."

"As long as I'm not serving drinks, this is a wonderful idea."

With a relieved smile, Natasha held out her hand, and Wanda gratefully took it, following her into the front door. On the inside was a gorgeous atrium, high ceilings and more windows than Wanda could count. A bubbling pound housed koi who swam gracefully under the walkway. Violin music poured in from somewhere; Wanda half joked it came from heaven.

"Don't fall in," Natasha whispered, not wanting to interrupt the serenity of the garden.

"Come here." Wanda suddenly tugged on their intertwined hands, leading her date to a sprawling expanse of planters past the pond, each one growing a different kind of plant, from herbs to flower to fruits. "Now's your chance to smell the roses, Natasha."

Natasha smiled broadly, and took Wanda's advice to heart. For what felt like hours, the pair hopped from plot to plot, savoring the smell of the different rose varieties, listening to the soothing melodies of the birds above, sneaking a blueberry or two (Wanda tried to sneak a lemon off of a tree, but the employees were privy to that).

After the pair had their fill of fruits and flowers, they leisured over to the opulent glass elevator, Natasha leading the way with an arm around Wanda's waist. The spy pressed the button for the penthouse, an almost giddy smile playing on her lips.