Y/N POV-
We were far on into the game. Steve went in with Tony and they both ended up coming out all rough, ties messed up and hair sticking out. Wanda and Yelena got picked to which they both came out flustered and sweaty granting a smirk from myself and Carol. Danvers was one of my closest mates in here. We had similar humour and we were both very gay. Natasha and Clint had been in together but came back contained and completely normal. I'd have figured since Clint is literally like her brother.
Now it was my turn. I spun the bottle which decided our partners. Please don't land on Natasha. Please. I watched the bottle intensely as it slowed. Fuck.
The redhead looked up at me and began to get up. I clenched my teeth, accentuating my jawline, and followed her into the closet. For the first minute we stood there in utter silence, pressed up against on another closely. We heard the click of a lock and muffled laughs from outside. "You're not coming out until you sort your differences." Shouted someone. I heard the sound of footsteps retreating which suggested that now there was no getting out of this. I was stuck with her.
"Sorry," this was the first word that had been said since we were forced in here. "For what?" I replied pretending to be completely oblivious whilst not making any form of eye contact. "What you had to see" She replied. I said bluntly, "Nothing to do with me." "I wore the dress." She attempted to make conversation. "Well it doesn't matter now anyway, would've been better if we arrived together right? But no, you were too busy getting it on with Bruce." I spat out harshly. She gulped and said "That's not fair." "No listen here Natasha, what's not fair is the fact that you continued to let Bruce fuck you knowing that I could walk in any second, who does that? Oh, let me answer, someone who is trying to prove something. So tell me Natasha, what the fuck are you trying to prove?" She was left speechless until she said "I don't want him Y/N." "That wasn't my question." I replied. "I only did it because I wanted to feel something, the person I really want makes me feel things that no one else has, better yet, they hate me, I craved that sort of affection from them but they would never give it to me because we're supposed to have this underlying hatred for each other, deep down I know I don't hate them, I want them so bad. I hate that I want them."
I listened carefully to everything she was saying, trying to figure out who this person could be. "Must suck" I said carelessly, "I still had to see you and Bruce going at it like fucking rabbits. That's a sight I will never get out of my head." "Oh Y/N, stop being so jealous, it's kind of showing" She attempted to take control and belittle me but it failed.
I shoved her into the wall of the closet behind her and pinned her hands above her head, my breathing was heavy and veins were popping out all over me. "Why would I be jealous of you and shrek?" I asked as she was staring up at me with wanting eyes. "I know I was jealous of them two women." She admitted still holding my gaze. I looked between both of her eyes searching for a sign of a lie. There was no hint of it anywhere. Truth was written all over her face.
"Natalia, you have something with Bruce." I told her. "Y/N-" She started before I cut her off. "This is inappropriate for me to be in here, you should be with him." I said firmly. "Y/N I told you, I don't want Bruce, and I am in here with the person I want to be here with" She said slowly and hesitantly. Before I could say anything back the door opened.
"I hope you sorted out your differences, now you can leave" Tony winked at us. Everybody had gone to bed, Tony headed there too. I exited the closet and the party room as fast as I could and went straight to my room.
NATASHA POV-
She was so close to me right now. If only she would believe that it's not Bruce I want. She's got to know, she has to. I teased her by saying "Oh Y/N, stop being so jealous, it's kind of showing" in which she responded with pinning my arms above my head. God that was sexy. Natasha be quiet. Her aggression made me really hot. I closed my legs to contain my heat and just as before, she noticed but decided against mentioning it this time and embarrassing me.
At one point, she started to accuse the situation to be inappropriate thinking I was with the wrong person. I had to confess now or she would never know. "Y/N I told you, I don't want Bruce, and I am in here with the person I want to be here with" I admitted. She had just opened her mouth to reply when the door opened. Before I knew it she was out of there. I followed her down the corridor since everyone else was in bed now and turned up at her door.
It was left open ajar and I walked in to find a shirtless Y/N getting changed. My breath caught in my throat as I saw her perfectly sculpted abs, Her upper torso was covered with a black sports bra. I waited until she had got a top on until I walked in. As she did, I pretended I had just got there and entered her room.
Y/N POV-
I felt a presence in the room and turned around to see the same red head, that I had just shared a far-from-wonderful moment with, stood in the centre of my bedroom. "Natasha why are you in my room?" I asked. "Y/N, I have to tell you something."
