𝘖𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴 & 𝘐𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 || 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘭

69. Those Emerald Eyes - Natasha Romanoff & Steve Rogers

Wandering over to the bar, I saw a familiar figure pouring another familiar figure a drink.

"Hey," I greeted, tapping my red painted nails on the counter.

"Hey Y/n," Steve greeted, taking the drink Natasha had poured him.

Natasha nodded her head with a smirk.

"Sooo how's the party for you two?" I asked.

"Eh, been to better, been to worse," Nat chuckled. "Drink?"

I nodded as Steve replied, "Oh come on Nat, you know how extravagant these parties of Stark's are."

She tilted her head slightly then shrugged as she took a glass and began pouring in a cocktail.

"Anyway, any party is better when you're here," Steve commented with a small smirk.

"Oh, well," Nat chuckled. "Debatable."

Although I felt annoyed at Steve's comment, I wouldn't see the red-head say 'debatable' and get away with it.

"Not really, blondie's right," I found myself agreeing with Steve.

"Exactly," Steve nodded. "Y/n agrees."

I held back a sharp comment and took my drink from Nat with a grateful smile.

"That dress looks cute on you," Steve complimented. "You should wear it more often."

Is he flirting with her?

"It's only a dress for parties," Natasha replied, sipping her drink. "Or... other things."

She smirked.

"Damn, no filter huh?" I took a sip of my own drink.

"Nope," Nat smiled, her emerald eyes flitting between my own eyes and... my lips?

Oh heck.

"Wanna go dancing?" Steve asked Nat as a new song came on.

"I'm good, I'll stay here with Y/n," she declined the offer politely. "If... you're staying?"

"Yep," I replied with a smile.

I felt a pang of satisfaction seeing Steve's disappointed face.

"Oh, Bucky's over there, I'll be going," he said, disappearing.

Me and Nat watched Steve leave, until he was out of sight. She rested her elbow on the counter and her chin in her hand.

"You okay?" I asked, sitting on a barstool.

"Yeah, of course, why wouldn't I be?"

Nat blinked, confused.

"Oh, just cause Steve was- Y'know what, nevermind," I stammered, diverting my gaze from her.

She giggled.

"He doesn't mean anything. He's just trying to polish up on his flirting," Nat defended Steve passively. "He really wants a chick."

"I can tell," I muttered. "I just don't want him saying anything to you that might make you uncomfortable."

"You sure it's just that?" Nat asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Well yeah," I replied.

Inside, I don't think I was so sure. The nervousness I got when around the red-head, the defensiveness, the desire to make her mine... Holy shit, it really wasn't 'just that'.

"Okay, you do you I guess," Natasha replied with a shrug. "But stop worrying about me. I can take care of myself good enough."

"I know, I don't doubt that," I replied. "I just don't want you to fall for him."