𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 || 𝐁. 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒 ||

14

[ yes, instead of sleeping, here I am at 1:19 AM writing a double update for you guys 😃.

this chapter is quite dramatic and quick paced, so put your seatbelts on. ]

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"You think this will look good on me?" Natasha spins around, showing you her outfit for the night.

"Are you kidding?" You scoff, eyeing her up and down. "You're wearing this."

"Thanks, babe." She smiles at you. "What are you going to wear?"

"I don't know." You sigh. "Nothing too fancy, I guess."

"Specify." Natasha asks, brushing her hair.

"A shirt and jeans?"

"Are you out of your mind?" She asks, putting her brush down. "There is no way in hell that I'm letting you go out there in a shirt and jeans."

"What am I supposed to wear?" You chuckle. "C'mon Nat, I'm sinking here."

Natasha digs in her closet for a while before she pulls out a simple black dress.

"You can't go wrong with a black mini dress, can you?"

"No, you can't." You grin as she throws it at you. Since the both of you are the same size, this dress should fit you like a glove.

As soon as you put it on, you feel your confidence boost all the way up. It's amazing what a little black dress could do.

Natasha helps you do your hair and makeup, and you help her get ready too, the both of you engaging in mindless chit chat and gossip for about an hour.

"Guests are here." Tony says, opening Natasha's door slightly. This is probably the first time you've seen him in a few weeks, he already looks a lot happier.

"We'll be there in a second." Natasha turns her straightener off and gets up from the ground, brushing her outfit down.

"I can already tell this is going to be a great party." You gush.

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The two of you head downstairs where the party is in full swing. Tons of people flood the main hall so you and Natasha have to hold hands to prevent being lost in the crowd.

"Let's get some drinks!" She says over the noise.

"What?"

"Let's get drinks!" She repeats, dragging you over to the bar, where an array of free drinks sit on a table.

"I thought we had to pay for this shit." You say, picking up a cocktail.

"Not us." Natasha picks up two shots. "Since we live here, we don't have to pay a dime."

You catch eyes with Bucky, who's speaking with Steve and Sam. The both of you stare at eachother for a long while, his gaze sending a pool of warmth between your legs and butterflies in your stomach.

Not now, Y/N. Time and place.

"You really like him, huh?" Natasha asks, snapping you out of it.

"Yeah." You look down. "I mean, he's probably the realest guy I've dated before."

"What do you mean?"

"We don't keep things from eachother." You take a few sips of your drink.

At your comment, Natasha looks away from your face and moves her gaze towards the floor, clearing her throat before she takes another shot.