Marvel Women Oneshots

Mischief Managed *WN*

Natasha was at a loss for words; stumbling into the party late with Wanda, her long term girlfriend, to find you—their muse, twerking on a table for all to see was not on her list of things to expect. Then again, she reminds herself that you are meant to expect the unexpected at an infamous Stark party, so she shakes her head, then makes her way over to maybe preserve your dignity., "How is she already this drunk?!"

Tony slowly looks from your inebriated form to Nat's in acknowledgment, the glaze on his eyes an indication to her that he's just as far gone., "Two. Words.," the billionaire hiccups loudly., "Asgardian Ale.," and as the words leave his mouth with a giggle the redhead surveys the rest of the crowd. On the dance floor she sees Mr. Virgin with cheeks as bright as her hair dancing with, and grinding all over an equally flushed Bucky who's metal arm is missing, and when she shifts she sees it's in Sam's hands, being waved around like it was a pool noodle. Clint is passed out on a recliner with markings all over his face, and a box of fruity pebbles held tightly to his chest. Tony, who'd been at her side only twenty seconds ago was on the dance floor attempting to do the worm, but his attempts fell as flat as his body, as he was not moving at all. It's not funny, but she still chuckles thinking about how embarrassed they'll be come morning time.

Thor is in a corner, dreaded flask in hand, and with a proud smirk befalling his face. Natasha cringes upon seeing the guests with their phones out recording the Avengers in all their states of drunken stupidity., "Thor, care to explain?," the man's eyes glint with mischief as he slowly peers down at her., "Where is he?," of course she'd be the one to catch him., "Don't worry, my brother is safe on Asgard.," he sighs., "Well, as safe as one can be when they're dangling over a pit of vicious crocodiles.," he lowly mumbles while shifting back into his true form, and before he could upset the glaring redhead more he passes her the flask., "Good luck with the clean up there Natasha.," and with a wink, and unsettling cackle the raven haired man vanishes in a cloud of green.

"She's like really out of it Natty, poor thing.," Natasha jumps back when Wanda's suddenly at her side instead, a drunk you in her arms, the both of them look to you fondly, and for a brief moment they forget their current predicament, then they're quickly reminded, your nervous giggles pulling them from their infatuated fog., "Natty, Wands, it's time to party—let's go!," you tried to pull the witch and assassin along with you, but strong arms that you were never much of a match for wrapped around your waist, holding you in place, and causing your body to freeze, and heart to still in your chest.

Natasha has hugged you before, this was not new, what had bothered your nervous system in this situation was her closeness, and the duration of the embrace., "Now, now detka.," as soon as the Russian word you never knew the meaning of left her lips your body shivered as if it knew the direct translation., "I'm going to do what we like to call damage control, and you're going to let Wanda take care of you.," even in your inebriated state you knew to listen to the woman, to your hearts delight it even came with a reward, because as soon as you nodded she pulled you in closer to gently kiss your forehead., "There's our good girl."

The couple shared an amused glance at the soft gasp that leaves your parted lips, the one you likely didn't even realize you emitted. It's just a bit strange to witness, usually you're better at holding up your indifferent facade to their flirting, but it seems that the ale has left you with very few defenses. This much they knew when you smiled dopily, tracing your fingers over the skin her lips only just parted from, all while giggling like a schoolgirl who just got asked to the prom via an elaborate proposal.

They've always known you were interested in them too, but they very much enjoyed this slow chase they've been orchestrating, it's so much more exhilarating in comparison to the simple, and traditional way of courting you; flustering you is their favorite pastime. However, seeing how cutely you just reacted to Nat's peck made the women's hearts melt, and the game they were running felt a bit overdone now.