Several Nightcaps Later // WandaNat Bartender AU

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Harsh morning light roused Wanda from her sleep. Upon realizing the other side of the bed had gone cold, she squinted through the daylight to see Natasha yanking the curtains open.

"Up and at 'em, soldier," Natasha said, slipping off her white tank top in favor of a skin tight black shirt.

Wanda rolled over with a yawn. "How could I do anything when this view is so nice?"

"Glad to see you're so relaxed." Natasha sat at the foot of the bed, lacing her boots. "Not having any second thoughts, are you?"

Sitting up, Wanda rubbed at her tired eyes and stretched. "Sounds like you are."

The spy twisted to face Wanda, climbing up on the bed to kiss her. "I just want to make sure you are one hundred percent on board. I'm not gonna give you this lecture again, but you know what's at stake."

"It's gonna be fine." Wanda pointed and fired finger guns at the other woman. "Have a little faith."

With a reassured smile, Natasha sat up, throwing Wanda's Henley at her. "Get dressed."

"Aye aye, captain."

Wanda threw on her clothes from the day before and hurriedly shoved her feet in her shoes in an attempt to keep up with Natasha, who was halfway out the door by the time Wanda could sling on her denim jacket.

"God, miss Bond, wait up!"
Wanda called, shutting the room's door.

Natasha stopped her rapid walk to the elevator, crossing her arms. "Sorry. I just wanna get this over with."

"You do? What about me? I'm the star of the show today," Wanda said, reaching for Natasha's hand as she caught up to the redhead. "I don't know how you walk so fast with those short little legs."

"I'm not short!" Wanda nodded in feigned agreement and Natasha huffed. "If I'm short, then you're humble."

On the outside, Wanda laughed easily, swinging the pair's intertwined hands. She looked carefree, like she was going on a nice picnic with Natasha instead of prying her brother for information on the city's most notorious gang. But on the inside, the bartender was a hurricane. Thoughts of how every little thing could go wrong prodded her, like a hundred little warriors banging at the doors of her psyche. It was everything she could do to hold it together. She had to hold it together.

"So," Wanda continued as the pair walked through the lobby. "Where are you taking me for breakfast?"

"What?"

"Oh come on, Nat, you're not gonna treat your girl before her first field mission?"

Natasha winced. "Please don't call it a field mission. It's just a... conversation."

"A conversation that involves you sitting across the street with your gun drawn."

"If I get you breakfast, will you settle down?"

"Promise."

Natasha tugged Wanda by the arm toward the lounge. Realizing Natasha's plan, Wanda stopped in her tracks with a pout.

"Seriously? Free hotel breakfast?"

"Take it or leave it, we don't have time."

"You really know how to make a girl feel special," Wanda groaned, trudging into the breakfast line.

After Wanda downed two yogurts, a banana, a piece of toast, and a bowl of fruit loops, and Natasha sipped a black coffee, the pair finally made their way to Natasha's motorcycle. Natasha tossed Wanda her helmet, and the two were off to rendezvous with Clint near the meeting site. All that was left was to hook Wanda's wire up, send her into the agreed upon bistro, and wait.