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WANDA AND I stand watching the scene unfold in front of us. Carol stands with Sharon by the bar, Natasha tending to their drinks while flirting endlessly with Maria. Wanda looked back-and-forth as I watch Carol's movements, the way her hips swing side to side, and how her hair falls just after her shoulders, glowing in the light of Stark's LED strips that line the countertops.

"Carol looks great." I say, non-committally, dredging up the spark of jealousy Wanda buried after I stopped flirting with other women and said yes to being her girlfriend.

A small, shaky breath hovers in Wanda's throat, which she clears as she ignores my comment. She takes hold of my wrist. "Come on. I need a drink."

I roll my eyes. "Quit yanking. You'll pull the skin from my bones if you pull any harder."

She looks at me and I quieten down. Nat passes over to us, smirking at me as she takes a bottle of vodka from below the counter. She knows. Typical Natasha.

Romanoff passes me a bottle of beer before she and Wanda start chatting it up, something about one of their recent missions. I'm trying to listen intently, but it's hard not to get bored when they get into weapons and the scientific stuff. So, I plant a small kiss on Wanda's cheek and take my drink over to Carol and Sharon, who open their arms to me.

"Damn, Y/N! You really had to out do me again." Carol winks at me and I feel my cheeks heat up slightly.

"No one could out dress you, Danvers. You look amazing."

"Amazing? Try stunning."

I roll my eyes. "I thought you were trying better to be humble."

Sharon scoffs. "Really? And you believed that?"

I laugh lightly. "I see your point."

Carol throws her arms up in exaggerated offense, taking a long drink from her glass. She jabs a finger at my ribs, making me jump away from her in a free-for-all.

"Don't you do that. You're lucky I didn't have my beer in my hand." I hiss harmlessly. I can feel eyes on me, Wanda's eyes to be specific. I excuse myself from Carol and Sharon to head back to my girlfriend, who luckily hasn't yet killed anyone.

"Don't look at me like that, Wands. I'm allowed to talk with my friends." I say, leading her to the sofa. She scoffs, "Didn't look like talking to me."