W A N D A x N A T A S H A - R E D

1. The Party

POV Wanda

It's not that I never wanted to go to this kind of parties. It's more that I didn't saw myself around this people in a fun way.

Everything seems to be about doing this missions.
To be in grieve, about the people we lost, the things we see and the mess we made.

And we cry. when nobody's sees it. We cry. Or at least.. I'm crying. But only when nobody's watching, because I don't want them to see me as weak.

The other part of me is just afraid of their opinion of me.
Most of the time I'm afraid they think of me as this weirdo who plays with her magic.
I know they respect me, see me as their equal. But I'm certainly not that popular as Tony, or as Steve.

But it's Tony who invited me over and it was Steve who convinced me to come: 'You should really come by Wanda. It's always fun. And it would be more fun to have you around.'
He told me the other day while smiling friendly. And that convinced me to go.

I feel a little uncomfortable in my short dress, so I cross my legs tight. So tight that it almost hurts.

I'am nervous. I feel the sweat between my crossed legs. I feel my heart beat in places in my body that I didn't know were possible. It's easier to be part of this group while fighting, than to casually have a drink together.

'Here..' Bruce pushes a glass of alcohol in my hand, a type of glass who's expensive by the look of it. With the tip of my index finger I feel the golden edge of the glass. 'Thanks..' I tell him. And immediately I drink a couple of sips.

'Calm down kid..' he says and he winks at me. He points at his glass and says: 'You know how long i've been doing about this? Like an hour or so..' He laughs awkwardly. I smile. Because I feel awkward too.

I try to listen to a story Steve is telling, and I'm laughing when everybody else is laughing.
Bruce takes a seat beside me. On the other side of me is Maria sitting, she laughs out loud when Steve is ending his story with a joke. I smile bright, but to be honest I didn't get what it was about.

'Who needs a new drink?' Steve smiles friendly and looks around to the people sitting beside him on the big black couch. Some guy I don't know stands up and walks away with him.

Maria turns her face to me. 'It's good to have you here.' She says. I noticed that she curled her hair. Her eyes are dark from the make-up she put on her face. 'Thank you..' I respond.

'I know Tony is sometimes too enthusiastic about hosting these parties...' While she says that she looks around in the luxurious room we are in.
It has three bars, big expensive lamps on the ceiling, with furniture that must cost more than thousands of dollars. A big Iron Man statue is standing before the huge windows, it is real gold and recently placed, so tells Maria me.

'You want to grab a new drink?' She looks at my empty glass. I nod at her and smile. We never really had the time to talk before. And it's nice to meet with her, to actually get to know this people. We walk to the bar, and we raise our glasses.

While talking to Maria, I'm suddenly distracted by the woman standing in the doorway.

My eyes focus on the way her black dress is wrapped tight around her curves. I can't take my eyes of the way her hips move perfectly, her stunning red curls who dance up and down with every step. The way her big lips are covered in dark red lipstick. Her emerald green eyes who always speak with a certain dominance.