Scarletwidow One Shots

Flirting

Description: Every time Wanda goes to the coffee shop, the barista flirts with her, and she's finally getting the game.

Warnings: Fluff, Explicit Smut (Top!Wanda, Bottom!Natasha)

Words: 9671

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Third Person P.O.V

There's a relatively new coffee shop on the corner of the block. It's tucked in between the dry cleaner and a fancy cake shop, and it's one of those shops that just prides itself on the fact that it isn't a chain.

The decor is eclectic, mainly natural woods and mismatching furniture. The menu consists of those boards with plastic lettering, and still, to this day, at the mature age of twenty eight, Wanda kind of wants to fuck with the lettering and spell something inappropriate. The board is like, right there, on the counter, and it would be so easy. But it's always packed with people, so she has refrained this far.

The coffee is fantastic. She kind of wishes it wasn't, because then she wouldn't frequent the establishment as often as she does. She may be financially independent, but there is no way any grown woman should spend this much money on coffee. And her colleagues are notorious for stealing her credit card when it's their turn to get the order.

But alas, the espresso is brewed just right, not burnt or acidic like the coffee shop she used to frequent. The coffee is so good that she's got half the office hooked on it. It works out in her favor, because now she's only responsible for going on the coffee run on Tuesdays and Fridays. Hope and Maria have the other days of the week covered, which, thank fucking God, because the barista on shift is hell bent on flirting with her customers like her life depends on it. And Wanda has a tough time keeping up.

Here's the thing. Wanda doesn't mind being flirted with. Not at all. She knows she's a good looking woman, and dating with her job isn't the easiest. So she'd be lying if she said that the attention doesn't thrill her.

It had taken her a few visits to figure the barista out. At first, she had hovered at the back of the line, just to see if the barista was equally as flirty with other patrons as she is with Wanda. She had gotten so invested in this little observation experiment that she had let various people cut her in line. It was for science, you know? And definitely not her best moment.

And here's the thing: the barista doesn't flirt with everyone. At first, Wanda couldn't figure out a rhyme or reason to her flirting. It didn't take her long to realize that she only flirted with women, seemingly not interested in men, but even then, the barista was selective with her flirting.

But when she did flirt, she laid it on thick. It was almost as though she kept pushing with each patron, seeing how far she could take it. For a moment Wanda wondered if it was one of those niche coffee shops. A themed one, but instead of being insulted or being served by women in bikinis, it was a place where the baristas flirted with you. But no. That wasn't the case, either.

Most of the patrons who were subjected to the barista's flirting spluttered something in response, flushing beet red and scurrying off while she looked way too pleased with herself. On a rare occasion, she'd get someone who flirted back, but mostly, her victims were reduced to being completely speechless. But they kept coming back for coffee, so it clearly wasn't too off-putting.

After about four weeks, Wanda had a hunch about the barista's methodology, but she hasn't quite been able to prove it. But she has a plan, and she expects to test her theory next week when Carol Danvers is back in town.

Today, though, she's late. She normally makes their coffee run after lunch, making sure they can stay caffeinated enough for their afternoon meetings, but it's closing on 3:00 pm, and they've got a long night ahead of them.