Royalty | ~Scarletwidow~

Chapter 10.

|❁ Are you okay ❁|

Wanda lay on her bed with a wide grin on her face. Bucky was lying on the floor of her room, with Sam on his right.

Steve had gotten drunk and was currently somewhere else with Tony Stark. Sarah lay next to Wanda. Bored out of her mind. She was also complaining about her dress.

Vision had disappeared, no one knew where he was.

"Sarah, if you complain about that dress one more time I will hide the dogs from the park so you can't pet them." Sam threatened. Sarah and Bucky gasped.

"You wouldn't dare." Sarah narrowed her eyes at him.

"Sarah if you hate the dress so much, why don't you just take it off." Bucky smirked and winked at her. Wanda laughed knowing what he was doing.

"Hey, don't flirt with my sister, Barnes." Sam pointed his finger to Bucky. Bucky just raised an eyebrow as if to somewhat accept the challenge.

"Okay then. How about I flirt with you, doll." Bucky's smirk widened as Sam's face flushed red. He got up and walked out of the room. Before he left you could hear a low chuckle come from him.

"I am going to die right now." Sam said, still flustered.

"Okay okay. I'm going to get changed then sleep so I'll see you guys tomorrow. Also I agree with what Bucky said, Sarah." Wanda shot her a wink as she closed her bedroom door. She couldn't help but laugh.

"Hey! Not you too." Sam's muffled voice shouted. Sarah was also laughing at him. She then heard their footsteps getting quieter as they walked away from her room.

Wanda let out a sigh of relief. She undid the zipper of her dress only struggling a little bit.

It slid off her body with ease, allowing the cold air to touch her skin. A chill was sent down her spine.

Her door was opened which caused her to panic and scramble to put on a dressing gown.

"Oh my gosh I am so sorry. Fucking hell, this night is a catastrophe." She recognized the voice.

"Natasha I thought you went home. Are you okay? You look like you've been crying?" Wanda's voice was laced with concern.

Natasha frowned and shook her head. Wanda gestured for her to come over to her bed and sit down. She did so, after closing the door.

As she got closer to Wanda, Wanda could see the red marks on her wrists. She hesitantly reached out and when Natasha didn't back away, she gently rubbed her thumb over them.

"Who did this to you?" Wanda's voice was barely above a whisper. If you weren't paying enough attention you would barely have heard her.

"My dad. I confronted him about your family." Natasha choked up. She wiped a tear from her cheek.

"But he's dangerous." Wanda was worried for her friend. Her eyebrows creased.

"I know. But I thought since I'm his daughter that he'd never ..." She paused, "hurt me." A sob left her mouth as more tears streamed down her face. "H-he said. That he killed th-them because they support Gays. I'm sorry."