Do You Love Me?

The Dare

I insisted that we watch my favourite movie of all time, White Chicks, and after a while of convincing Natasha, she finally agreed.

We were halfway into the movie when Natasha's eyelids started to close for long intervals. She allowed her eyes to shut for just a second before she had fallen asleep.

I hadn't realised until her head dropped onto my shoulder which made me jump. I couldn't lie, I was almost asleep too. I didn't try to move her, instead I tried to continue the movie and keep myself awake with great difficulty.

I couldn't process anything happening in the movie due to my tiredness so I switched it off and settled Natasha in my bed. Pulling the covers over her and putting her head on a pillow.

I decided to set an alarm for 8:00 so we had at least an hour to get ready for the party. While Natasha rested I decided to log onto my laptop.

I sent a message to my group telling them about my situation and what I was planning so not to freak out. They trusted me enough since after all, I'm not capable of loving so there was really nothing else that could foil this plan.

Time skip

The alarm went off and Natasha shot up abruptly.

"Hey there sleepy." I said, a smile on my face.

She rubbed her eyes and blinked hard, realising she was in my bed.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry. What time is it?" She asked.

"About 8:00, you fell asleep during the movie so I put you to bed and set an alarm so we could still go to that party. It's totally fine." I reassured her, a gentle look sweeping across my face.

She didn't reply instead she stared at me and smiled.

"What?" I laughed.

"You're kind of sweet Y/N." She answered.

"Not what you expected from the leader of 'Satan's house'." I said, throwing up jazz hands at the reference to my gang.

"Not what I expected at all." She told me, a side smirk plastered on her face.

The duvet was pulled up to her waist, her legs were tangled in it and her hair was a little messy from where she had been sleeping. She was in fact more attractive than when I first saw her.

"Come on, let's get ready." I said.

Natasha headed back to her room to get changed while I changed in my own.

By 9:15 I was finally done. I assumed that she had already headed down to the party as she wasn't in her room.

I wore a green shirt with sleeves that came to my elbow. A few of the buttons were undone revealing my necklace underneath. I didn't particularly know what to match with the shirt so decided on just some baggy blue jeans. Not too formal, not too causal. It was a mix of both. I also couldn't forget my rings, silver, obviously.

I let my hair fall about my shoulders, it wasn't too long anyway so it wouldn't get in my face.

I made my way towards the party, even 3 corridors away, I could hear the music booming, of course Tony Stark hired a real DJ.

I entered the room and walked through the crowds. Girls pulling at my shirt and clutching my waist. I could see Natasha from afar, her eyes following my every move.

She was wearing a white dress and her hair was styled so that it looked shorter than usual. Still, it was hot.

I reached the area where everyone was sat and found myself a seat across from Natasha.

She wasn't even trying to be discreet, eyeing me up and down. A drink in her hand as her eyes focused on the skin of my chest. It might have had something to do with the alcohol consumption as to why she wasn't able to keep up her usual discreet facade.

"Anyone for Truth or Dare?" Tony asked.

Everyone seemed to agree despite the fact the game was quite childish.

A few people went before me.

"Y/N, Truth or Dare?" Sam asked.

"Dare." I replied immediately.

"I dare you to hold eye contact with Natasha while she performs a strip tease." He said.

"Natasha, you up for it?" I asked to which she nodded right away.

"Alright then, let's do this." I said.

The challenge had begun. My eyes locked with hers as the music began.

She let the straps of her dress fall down her shoulders as her body rolled and moved to the rhythm of the music.

I bit my lip lightly. My eyes began to travel down her body as her dress piled at her feet.

"Focus Y/N." Clint told me.

"I'm focused." I replied, meeting Natasha's eyes again.

She began to make her way towards me. Now just in her bra and tights. The fact that she had the confidence to do this in front of everyone without a second thought made me admire her. No matter if I was going to kill her at some point she deserved some respect for that.

Natasha swung her leg over me and straddled my lap, she began to slowly and discreetly grind on me. No one else could notice it but I could feel her moving on me.

"Horny or something Natasha?" I said lowly so only she could hear.

She put her hand atop mine and moved them onto her body. She ran my hands up and down her sides as we still remained staring at one another.

"Alright, that's enough." Steve said as he inferred that we should move on.

Natasha lingered on my lap for a second, looking into my eyes, before removing herself and getting back into her dress.

We had a few more rounds of Truth or Dare before we decided to call it a night and all headed back up to our rooms.

I got changed out of my shirt and jeans and into my sleeping attire- the tank top and the joggers, and freshened up in the bathroom.

I walked back into my room and climbed in bed.

I hadn't had much sleep in the last few days. Something was troubling my mind. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. No matter how exhausted I was, I couldn't fall asleep as easily as I once might have.

I stared at my ceiling, my hands behind my head. Thinking about nothing in particular, just staring.

I looked at my clock, it was around 2am. Time has flown by even though it felt like I had been staring at my ceiling for only a little while.

I was just about to try to go to sleep when my door opened.