The Soldier's Luna: Reclamation (Bucky Barnes x OC)

Chapter 9

As soon as I got into the car, Steve drove off. "So, what's the plan?" I asked them.

"We're just going to get some cocktails for your birthday," Natasha replied. "But before we do that, we need to get you dressed up. It's not a casual attire place."

"I don't have a cocktail dress."

Natasha held up a garment bag. "Yes, you do."

I rolled my eyes, "Always a step ahead."

When we got to the tower, Natasha had me go to my room immediately to get ready. I didn't even get a chance to say hello to the others. She told me that helping her get ready was more important at the moment. So, I helped Natasha with her makeup. I went for a soft smokey eye look. For lips, we decided to go for a matte red lip color. I also fixed her hair and pinned the right side of her hair to show off her gorgeous profile. The dress she had was a very classic black cocktail dress with white short sleeves.

"I think I want to cut my hair," I said as I stared at my reflection. Natasha looked at me through the mirror as she laid out my dress on the bed. My hair was almost to my hips and my black roots were nearly at my ears because I'd been slacking on keeping up with dying my hair to the honey-brown balayage look. "You think it would look good just below my boobs?"

"Do you want me to cut it?" She walked up to me. "I think it'll look cute with some layers, a little face-framing too. It's going to take out some of the brown though."

"Yeah, I know. I miss the black hair sometimes."

"Let me get the scissors. You sit down and let me work my magic."

I shouldn't have been surprised that Natasha knew how to cut hair. She was already skilled at so many more complicated things than cutting hair. "Can I ask you something?" She said as she continued to cut my hair.

I nodded at her, "What's wrong?"

"It's about last week when I touched you. What did you feel?"

I swallowed the lump in my throat. I should've expected this conversation to happen sooner or later. "It was everything I expected you to feel while you were in the Red Room. I saw images of what you went through." I gazed at her through the mirror. "I felt the hurt and emptiness you felt when the graduation ceremony was done. You were sad that you couldn't have children, but you were also relieved because that meant your children wouldn't have to suffer knowing the kind of killer you were."

"Killer I am," she mumbled as she brushed through my hair.

"Aren't you always the one who tells me I'm more than what Hydra made me to be? If you expect me to believe that, then you should believe it for yourself too."

Natasha's jaw clenched but nodded. "I'm trying just like you." She set the scissors down and ran her fingers through my new hair. My new hair reminded me of how girls cut their hair during the 90's. She made sure my hair was evenly cut before she squeezed my shoulders. "Alright, let's finish getting ready."

Natasha helped me curl my hair into loose waves as I did my makeup. I decided to go for a timeless makeup look by using a taupe brown for my crease, a light peach shimmer on my lids, and subtle cat eyeliner. Because my cocktail dress was a dark blue shade, I went for a lipstick that was very close to my natural pink lip color. I slipped on gold hoops and wore nude strap heels. My fingers and toes were painted a soft nude pink shade too. I readjusted the mesh-ruched sleeves of my dress to see that the scar was still visible. I grabbed the gold bracelet and slipped it on so that the scar would disappear.

When Natasha and I were done getting ready, we cleaned up all the hair that was on the floor and made our way to the elevator. Steve was already waiting for us. He chose to wear a nice blue dress shirt tucked in black pants. He had his sleeves followed up to show his forearms. My head tilted to the side when I saw Thor next to him. He was wearing a gray shirt with a maroon color coat with the collar of the coat raised. His golden locks were tied in a low ponytail, but two sections on the sides were out.