A Spider's Web ll Natasha Romanoff

Unworthy

"You do realize the party started, right?" Natasha asked. I glanced at the redhead through the mirror as I applied mascara to my lashes. Her arms were crossed over her chest and she leant on the doorframe with a small smirk on her face. More importantly, she was wearing that black and white dress I loved so much.

"It's called being fashionably late." I retorted, putting the mascara wand back in its tube and twisting it shut.

"Fashionable or not, you're still late." She said, coming up behind me and grabbing the zipper on the back of my dress, dragging it up to the middle of my back where my dress ended.

"Thanks. I was getting to it." I said.

"No you weren't. You can't reach it. You always need me to zip you up." She said, fixing my hair.

"I don't remember that." I lied. She 'mhm'd' me as she fluffed out my hair.

I felt her fingers run through my hair until they touched the base of my neck and traveled down my spine to in between my shoulder blades.

"You didn't cover it." She said, gazing at the HYDRA symbol embedded into my back.

"I'm letting my hair do that." I said, moving my hair to cover it. "You look beautiful by the way. I love you in this dress."

"I know you do." She smiled.

"I wonder -" She cut me off by lightly hitting my shoulder.

"Don't start." She laughed.

"You're missing the party. You should go down. I'll be there soon." I said.

"Alright. I'll see you soon. And by soon, I don't mean in an hour." She pulled away. "Love you."

Once she closed the door, I turned back to the mirror and stared at myself. I took a breath and ran my hand down my face. I wasn't looking forward to tonight. All I wanted to do was stay home with Natasha and watch a movie, but I was stuck at one of Stark's fancy parties with a bunch of people I didn't know.

Sure, the rest of the Avengers were here, but they would all be doing who knows what on their own and mingling with the rest of the people there.

A few more minutes in the bathroom wouldn't hurt...

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A few more minutes turned into 45 minutes later.

It was well into the party by the time I decided to leave the bathroom and head towards the party floor at the top of Stark tower. I stood in the doorway entrance and glanced around trying to find anyone I knew that wasn't deep into conversation with someone.

I found Steve, Sam, and Thor, but that was it so I turned my attention to the bar and mentally kicked myself for not checking there first. Natasha was standing behind the bar by herself and I hurried my way over towards her before she could leave her spot.

"How'd a nice girl like you wind up working in a dump like this?" I asked as I got closer to her and leaned my elbows on the bar counter.

"Woman done me wrong." She said, pouring a drink.

"You got lousy taste in women, miss." I said.

"She's not so bad." She said, sliding a drink to me. "Well, she's a little reserved, but deep down she's all fluff. Fact is, she's not like anyone I've ever known. She's a temperamental, secretive fighter, but it's all an act. So what do you think? Should I fight this or run with it?"

"Run with it, right?" I asked. "What did she do that was so wrong to you?"

"Not a damn thing." Natasha smiled. "But never say never."