Confident

"Get out"

That night I slept like a baby. Nat didn't. I could hear Steve fucking her brains out from my room upstairs. They went 10 fucking rounds. Why couldn't she have just stayed at his house tonight? Ugh. At one point I was ready to just walk in on them and make them super embarrassed but I knew that was too much.

The funniest thing I heard though was Nat screaming his name, but then going silent after she called him Captain. I held back tears as I laughed from the complete silence, but as soon as I felt my bedroom floor start to shake I knew she would be destroyed tomorrow morning. He must've liked that. Kinky.

I started wondering what it would be like to call someone a name like that. Like daddy, sergeant, captain. But I quickly stopped because I was making up weird ass scenarios in my head with some imaginary man I'd never met.

Instead, I climbed out of my pretty navy blue covers, and I headed downstairs to get a drink of water. I was thirsty! No other excuse.... okay so maybe I would have walked in on the two lovebirds cause I was sick of their loud asses, but that's when Nat came in our kitchen. Her cherry red hair was all knotted, and her mascara was smeared. She had a waddle as she walked, and I knew she wouldn't be able to walk in the morning.

"He fucked you good didn't he?" I whispered with a smile, and she pushed me out of her way.

"Get out," she laughed, "he wants another round, and I told his ass to wait cause I needed a rest round first. Jesus that man can go all night without rest. I love it!"

"Of course you do," I said as I rolled my eyes, "I can hear you two from my bedroom. Captain."

She hit me kinda hard, and I made a little ouch sound, "don't fucking be like that Jessie," she said quietly, "he's still here. Wait till he leaves."

"Aye aye captain!" I saluted, running out of our kitchen and up to my room, quickly locking the door and climbing back under the covers.

I let the continuous sounds of Nat's screams lull me to asleep that night cause I had nothing else to listen to. She did wake up once though. There was a loud crash and I heard giggling. I grumbled as I rolled over in bed, and I tried to fall asleep once more. But then there was another crash and even more giggling.

"IF YOU FUCKING BROKE THE BED!" I screamed from my room and the giggling went silent.

"SORRY JESSICA!" Nat screamed back, and I knew that bed was now in shreds just from her voice. She never apologizes. Shit.

I sighed to myself, pulling the covers up and over my head before going back to sleep. I had wonderful dreams that night. Dreams of unicorns on rainbows, and leprechauns dying because they were suffocated in pots of gold.

That next morning, my alarm clock was the intense moaning of Natasha Alienova Romanov. It was like a rooster, at the crack of dawn. I rubbed my eyes as the feeling of sleep crept over my mind again, but I forced myself to let both of my feet touch the ground. I let my arms stretch, and my mouth yawn, and I finally stumbled to the shower to clean my greasy ass hair. I let the warm water soak my body, and I stood there in joy for literally 10 minutes before doing absolutely anything.

I performed in that shower. My fans were cheering the entire time as I sang. Just kidding. I just about slipped in the shower trying to do a superstar spin.... uh anyways... I hopped out of the shower, blow dried my hair into my natural curls, and threw on my expensive pantsuit. I was not one for the stupid pencil skirts or the blouse, I liked feeling powerful in a pantsuit.

I heard my door open, and in walked Natasha with a big tray filled with food. "What the fuck is this Nat?" I asked, "are you trying to make me nicer for the meeting today?"