Daughter Dearest

twenty-two

The next afternoon came around and Venus was forced to get a head count on who all planned on joining Peter's belated birthday outing. 

She had narrowed it down to three lists, noting each answer she was given. . . And a good portion were either ‘no’ or ‘fuck no’, but a select few said yes to joining the outing. 

The Asgardian Princess already knew the opening time, which Angel had informed her that they would need to be there an hour early, which meant everyone would have to be ready two hours early. . . Because no one could be on time for anything except a mission or an important meeting. 

So she decided to give them a little extra leniency: three hours to get ready.

Venus groaned as she stood, stretching and popping her back in the process. “I'm going to start getting ready, I suggest anyone who intends on going with us begins that process as well.”

“Who's room are we getting ready in?” Wanda questioned, standing up from her seat and dragging Natasha with her. 

“Even better question — Who's room has the better lighting?” Natasha questioned, with raised eyebrows directed at Venus. 

The woman pondered for a moment — it absolutely had to be her, Angel, or Charlie. Regardless of which one they chose, Venus knew exactly what was about to happen and she was just as excited for it as Wanda appeared to be. 

“We should use mine to be safe and not intrude on others.” Venus suggested, beginning the walk up the stairs with Wanda and Natasha right behind her. 

Within ten minutes, the five — Venus, Wanda, Natasha, Charlie, and Angel Dust — were all scattered around in Venus's room with music playing. It was mostly modern and from the living world, but nobody minded it as eyeshadow palettes and makeup wipes were passed around amidst the singing. 

Especially as a song that both Charlie and Angel had learned from Venus, who had learned it from Clint and Natasha, came on. 

Wannabe. A true classic. 

(They'd learn later that they were heard all the way downstairs, in the kitchen, with the door closed.)

“Hey, Vee — you still have all of those extra beauty blenders, right?” Wanda questioned from the floor, where she was sitting in front of a full length mirror, looking expectantly at the foundation color she just mixed up. 

A moment later, a blue one appeared in her hand. “Ooh! Thank you.” She hummed. 

“So, what are we thinkin’ ladies? The pink or the black.” Angel asked the group. 

The other four stopped what they were doing to lean in and look at the palette in his hands. Charlie was the first to speak. 

“Wear what makes you happy, Angel.” The spider demon shot her a smile, but it was clear he was looking for someone to make the choice for him. 

“I'd go with the pink.” Wanda smiled at him before turning back to face the mirror. The eyeshadow was a hot pink that, if blended properly, would look stunning. 

“With that rose gold glitter shadow on the inner corners.” Venus added. Charlie quickly made a sound of agreement before throwing out another idea. 

“Add black in the form of eyeliner to make the pink pop.” She grinned. 

Natasha nodded in agreement, a smirk forming on her face. “And make it sharp enough to kill your enemies.” 

The room was silent for a moment, aside from the song, before Angel snorted and everyone fell into fits of laughter. 

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