Let Me In {sequel} ━ ✰ Natasha Romanoff ✰

Chapter Two

Y/n wanted to look pretty.

She felt like a girl getting ready for prom, obsessing over how she looked in the mirror and if she accomplished her goal of looking pretty enough. Later that night at the hotel after running into Natasha, she realized she had nothing appropriate to wear to dinner. She was not expecting this to happen to her as it all occurred on her first day back in this city. She didn't want to show up in something shoddy, so she grabbed Kennedy from the daycare center and the two went downtown for Y/n to find something. The price tag on the dress she settled on is going to be felt next month when she's budgeting, but she doesn't pay it any mind. She feels like it's worth it and maybe in the future she will feel like she was stupid for buying that dress and going through with the dinner, but not right now. She had been thinking about how tonight will play out for the past 4 days. This is either her revenge or the funeral for her 20 year old self.

"You look pretty," Kennedy praises as she turns away from her stuffed giraffe for one second.

"Thank you," Y/n huffs as she straightens her dress out. She was so nervous that even the little girl could feel it, but she interrupted much differently.

"Why do you have to get so dressed up? Where are we going?"

"We're going to see my friend."

"Is it that lady from the frog store? She was kind of weird, she kept looking at me funny."

"She's not weird. She's just an old friend of mine and was surprised to see you with me."

"But, if she's your friend why would she be surprised to see me with you?"

"Because she's an old friend, Kennedy. I haven't seen her in years," Y/n finally stops looking at herself in the mirror so she can turn to face the five year old, "go put your shoes on and then we'll be ready to go. And don't forget your socks; it's warm now but it's going to get much cooler tonight."

Kennedy sighed in annoyance which made Y/n laugh in disbelief. Sometimes she feels like she's raising a teenager. Kennedy is a smart and normally a good kid, but she is the opposite of Y/n as a young girl. She's not timid or overtly obedient, she's one of those kids who doesn't have a filter and it doesn't help that she's too young to read the room. Y/n purposely didn't tell her much about Natasha because she knows the little girl will snitch on her somehow. But, she did feel a bit guilty about not telling Kennedy more while they're in a big city together for the first time. Although Y/n has her personal problems with Natasha, she knows that her ex-girlfriend would never ever do anything that would lead Kennedy to harm. Y/n trusts Natasha with a small child, just not her heart.

Y/n takes one last glance at herself in the mirror, admiring the gold earrings she found in the discounted section of one of the stores and how the black dress she found just fits her perfectly. She was dressed more for going out to one of those nice restaurants like Agwi or that one with the statue outside that scared Kennedy. She was dressed up as if she was going out on a date, but she can't admit that to herself, at least not right now.

"You ready?"

Kennedy gives her a nod, her little backpack hanging off of her shoulder, and Y/n takes her hand and holds onto it tight.

She's so damn nervous that she feels like she's going to throw up. Kennedy talked the entire drive over to the new address Natasha gave Y/n. Y/n tried to engage with her to take her mind off of the butterflies bumping intensely in her stomach but it was hard for her to find anything to say besides "oh" and "hmm."

Y/n noticed that her GPS was taking her to the area of the city with the more expensive apartments. She felt like an imposter just driving through the streets of this district. Natasha's last apartment was probably pricey simply due to location but there was nothing super fancy about. Stark Industries has to pay someone with a position like Natasha well, but it was just so surprising for Y/n to be coming around these parts to visit Natasha. Just because Natasha had a nice job and rubbed elbows with upper-class entrepreneurs and Silicon Valley tech workers doesn't mean she was like them. Or at least that's what Y/n thought. She doesn't really know anymore (and she isn't sure if she ever knew), but she isn't going to judge her. Y/n's sure that once she moves up the ranks in her job she's going to buy something better than the small 2 bedroom apartment she has back at home.