Who We Are For The Cameras (Wanda X FemReader)

Chapter 18 : She Knows It

Y/n's POV

Sitting in the car just outside the venu, I puff out my cheeks, letting the air escape my lips, my brows darting up as if to expel as much discontent about the evening as possible. Connor looks at me through the rearview mirror, his eyes searching my face for when he thinks I'm finally ready. With a nod, he gets out of the car, rounding towards the back right to open my door.

Thankfully Tony made this a private event so there would be no press, but low and behold, standing at the entranceway doors is a familiar blonde face.

"Miss Carter, I'm starting to think you have a crush on me." I joke, giving her a thinned lipped smile. Her chuckle seems accepting of the insinuation, her teeth capturing her bottom lip as she collects herself.

"Couldn't miss the opportunity to get a comment about your birthday party." She forwards herself, getting right into business.

Sharon Carter was nicer than most tabloid reporters, journalists and dickhead paparazzi I've come into contact with since moving out to LA. She always seemed to know more than she was letting on, but wouldn't ever publish a story until she was certain about the validity of it. I admired her work ethic.

I gesture a wave for her to proceed, "As long as you don't keep me too long." I muster up cordially.

Her eyes assess my face, picking up on something subtle that I seemingly have no control over, "I have a feeling you would prefer it if I kept you out here all night." She comments lowly, certain of her assessment.

For only a second I accept her words, giving a nod with only my eyes, but shake it off as soon as it comes. "What do you want a comment on?" I give a subtle nod to Connor to tell him to go ahead and go inside, that I can handle an impromptu interview, and with little grievance, my brother heads inside, leaving the blonde and I alone.

She narrows her eyes at me, almost wishing I didn't shrug off the feeling bubbling up before she takes out her phone, pressing a small red button to record the conversation. "This is your first Hollywood style birthday, how are you feeling?" She asks in her reporter tone, which is a bit more clear and higher pitched.

I tilt my head, "I suppose a year older would be an appropriate response." I mention with a shrug.

A smirk tugs at the corner of her lip, "Any inappropriate responses?" She asks a forward way, mostly jokingly.

I chuckle at her attempt to get me to say more, "None I'm willing to be quoted on."

Sharon nods acceptingly, "How charming."

With a lick of my lips, take a step forward. "You'll know when I'm trying to be."

Something flashes in her eyes at my action, like it's an invitation to spark up a particular conversation that she's been waiting to have. "Any plans to celebrate the occasion with someone special?"

Taking the step back, clearing my throat. I feel my professional walls being built back up. The last thing I want to do is to accidentally mention Wanda or Yelena, especially not Tony or Connor. So instead, I keep it vague. "Just friends and family."

I guess this was enough information for her as her brows tense up, "Your family is in town?"

I silently curse myself for mentioning family. Although not specific, I've already mentioned in one interview that I wanted to keep my family out of the spotlight. Any references to one might cause people to go looking, and I'm not sure how hard people would have to search to find out Connor is my brother, only a little bit more and the world could find out Tony is my dad. And he's already shared numerous times, maybe a dozen too many that he isn't interested in that being public knowledge yet. So I clench my jaw, amending my comment. "Some people just feel like family, I mean."