Anastasia Romanoff always looked up to her older sister, Natasha. Ever since they had left the Red Room and joined S.H.I.E.L.D. with the help of their good friend and partner, Clint Barton. Though, the two troubled young women never expected to join...
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"Looks like breaking all those laws is treating you well," Sam comments as we follow Sharon through her house.
The first floor we're on consists of fancy technology. I stare in awe at how well she's doing here in Madripoor. I probably should've moved here.
"At some point, I thought if I had to hustle, might as well enjoy the life of a real hustler," Sharon says. "You know how much I can get for a real Monet?"
"Deactivate your hustle mode," Sam tells her. "You sell fake Monets."
"No, she means real," Zemo corrects. "This gallery is specialized in stolen artwork. Monet. Van Gogh. Classics."
"It's true," Bucky nods, purposely staying near Chase. "You know, half of the artwork in museums like the Louvre is fake. Real stuff sits in places like this."
"It's the Louvre," I correct, having spent enough time in Paris and the beautiful museum to have memorized the pronunciation.
"Okay, guys, I see what you're doing," Sam says. "You're more worldly than good old Sam."
"Come on guys, you need to change," Sharon tells us. "I'm hosting clients in an hour."
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I remove the shiny, purple dress from my body in the guest room of Sharon's place. I grab the beautiful dark red spaghetti strap lace cocktail dress off of the bed, slipping it on carefully. I then sit on the bed to put on nude heels, wanting the attention solely on the dress.
I stand up and go to the full-body-length mirror to look myself over. I smile to myself with a proud nod, resting my eyes on the red garnet necklace on my chest.
You better not lose that thing, I can still hear Steve's voice in my head. Red suits you.
"Time for red lipstick," I mumble, making my way out of the room.
I turn the corner and walk down the hallway toward the bathroom where Sharon said she kept her makeup I could use. I turn right, putting my hand on the doorknob and entering the white-tiled bathroom.
I feel my whole body react when James turns to face me in nothing but a towel. I make sure my mouth is shut as he just stares at me blankly. I don't feel shame when I blatantly look down at his abdomen and back up to his face. I catch him checking me out too.
"You could've knocked," He eventually tells me.
"Where's the fun in that?" I smirk, thinking I can have some fun. "I would've missed this. What do you think?" I twirl, showing off my dress.
"It's..." He looks down at it again. "More clothing than the last one."
"So you like it more or less?" I inch closer to him. "Covering my body more or less like the last one?"
