[2] Just A Lost Girl | Avallone the Avenger

CHAPTER TWELVE

~ Three Weeks Later ~
Finally, the relationship between Natasha and I is strong. Over the past four weeks, we have been struggling with being friends; we fought and struggled and screamed at each other. One time, we even took to throwing punches.
I don't know what happened, but we fixed it. Maybe Clint talked to her about it. I know they skyped a little while ago, and I often poured out my heart to Barton. He was really sweet and gave great advice. But, I normally didn't follow it.
Lately, I haven't been myself. I've been the whole new me. The one who isn't sad, the one who isn't moping over a lover who could as well be dead, the one who isn't self-centred. Instead, I'm always happy, and I can do anything that I set my mind to.
"Hey Avallone, how's ya?" Ronnie asked, flopping himself down on my cream couch. I smiled and poured hima coffee. He sure had lost the side I first came across when I met him. He was either shy, or unconifident. Now, he is neither.
"Great. How's you?" I asked. I really didn't know how I was at the moment, and I didn't dwell on it often, otherwise it got me down. I don't want anything to get my down anymore.
He nodded and took the offered hot drink. "Thanks. I'm good." I nodded and started pouring another coffee. I know that Natasha would be coming pretty soon, and she always has coffee. It's just a typical thing for her.
"I'm here! The party has started!" Natasha yelled, bursting in through the door. "The party don't start till I walk in...." I sang, handing her her coffee. She laughed and sat down on the couch.
I looked around and smiled to myself. We had just made a major breakthrough with Harrison and his company, which was cause for celebration. That was why we were all so happy. All.
"Are we ready to paaaaaarteeey?!" I questioned, swishing my hips slightly. Hips don't lie. Natasha almost jumped up and down on my couch as she excitedly said, "Yes, yes!"
I laughed, along with Ronald and led the way to the ballroom. Yes, there was a freaking ballroom in this mansion. It has literally everything. I know that somewhere, in the deep recesses of the darkest corners, there was a mancave. I shuddered.
"Thinking about the mancave?" Natasha whispered into my ear. I laughed and nodded. She understood me. Well, most of the time.
"Don't. I swear the thing is cursed or something." She said quietly, but just loud enough for Ronald, who was in front of us, to hear. "What's cursed, Natasha?" He asked, looking over his shoulder.
Natasha didn't answer, but laughed instead. Ronnie was very protective over his mancave, since he helped build it. Well, that was what I guessed, since things always disappeared around him and suddenly appeared in the mancave.
We swaggered into the ballroom and our arrival was announced. "Natasha and Avallone," Our friend, Paul greeted annnounced us cheerily. The whole crowd, which was about thirty people, clapped loudly, and their smiles were large and geniune.
Out of the crowd, I could clearly see Hariison, even though he was slightly hidden by a group of men and women. He was smiling crazily at me, and I gave him a small grin back, even though I felt sick to the stomach.
"Grab a partner, and let's dance!" Paul said, before motioning for the DJ to pick a song. Harrison slowly came over to me, and I watched him, unable to move.
He offered his hand to me, and I took it without hesitation, even though my mind was screaming no. We walked to the dancefloor, and waited for the music to start.
I smiled to myself as the song Dirty Paws by Of Monsters and Men stared playing, and we danced to it. It was a pretty song, and I'm glad that I danced to it with Harrison. I didn't want to dance a romantic song with him, otherwise I would feel even sicker.
When it ended, I faked being sad as Ronald swept me away, but in reality I was super ooper happy that he did that. I did not really want to dance with Harrison.
"No." I whispered to myself as the song Thinking Out Loud came on. I glanced over at Natasha, who was looking at me worriedly. "I - I'm sorry, Ronnie, I have to go. I'll be right back, Next song, okay?" I said, excusing myself and running out of the room.
The heels I was wearing made my dash harder, but I still went pretty fast. I knew that Harrison attempted to follow me, but I heard Natasha stop him by asking him how his dance was. Not that subtle, but it worked.
As I ran, the tears streamed down my face. My facade was gone, and I was back at the sad, little helpless girl I was.

"Avallone?" Natasha asked, peeping around the corner of my door. Hours ago, the last guest left, and I was still lying in my bed, crying my broken heart out.
I looked up, knowing my make-up was smudged, but didn't care. I must've looked a mess, but that never matters when you are crying. "Hey, are you okay?"
Did she seriously just ask me that? Can she not see that I'm broken?! "Y- yeah I'm fine." I lied through my teeth. Holy freaking crap. She bought it.
"Good," She said, sitting down on my bed and handing me some tissues. I took them with a faked laugh and blew my nose. After that, I wiped my eyes, and didn't bother to put any make-up on again. It was like 1 in the morning.
The room was silent for a few minutes. "What happened back there? You just freaked when that song came on, I saw it." I sighed and didn't respond for a little bit. I was searching for the right answer.
"I - I guess I was just a bit overwhelmed by all the people in the room, and the song reminded me of the time that we had your goodbye party, and I just got all sad, and I couldn't take it." I replied, taking a shaky breath.
She nodded and the room went quiet again. "I know what you mean. It braught back memories for me too. You're not the only one who danced with the guy you liked to that song." She added, with a wink.
I stared at her, shocked. "You danced with Bruce to that song?"
"B - Bruce? What are you talking about? I - It's not Bruce." She said, blushing. Holy crap. I didn't even realise the mistake I made. Shit, this could get messy.
"Oh! I'm sorry, it's just that Clint and I thought -"
"What?!"
I took a deep breath to steady myself. "We thought that you and Bruce liked each other. Clint was broken, and I didn't know what to do. I'm sorry Nat, it just seemed that way."
"Avallone, you're insane. Bruce has feelings for you." Natasha said, shocking me utterly out of words.
Silence, again.
"Fuck. I just want to go back to normal."
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Song for this chapter: Dirty Paws by Of Monsters and Men