"Fuck Y/N," Nat moaned beautifully as I collapsed down next to her, a proud smile on my lips.
As we both lay there catching our breaths, sweat drying on the space in our hairline, I looked up at the ceiling of her room in the tower and lightly closed my eyes. Nat and I had been sleeping together for a while now but it was never anything more than that. It was a release more than anything. Today she had cut her hair a little too short and was left frustrated so called me into her room and let me take that stress away. It wasn't that I didn't want more from her, it was simply never that deep and it never will be. We agreed years ago that it was all surface level and the second something serious happened for either of us then we would stop sleeping together. The team couldn't care less, I think the boys were just fascinated with the idea of two women sleeping together in the tower to be honest.
"Don't look so proud of yourself," Nat smirked, climbing off her bed naked and slipping on her T-shirt again.
"Oh shut up," I laughed out my nose, holding my hand out as she pulled me up too, passing my hoodie back over to me.
"You can fuck off now, I need to meet Clint for training," she informed me, brushing her short red locks behind her ear before she slipped on some leggings.
I laughed out my nose again, grabbing my cigarettes from the bedside table and slipping one between my lips before putting the rest in the pocket of my jeans which had not come off this time around.
"Don't smoke that inside, Stark'll kill you," she smiled, passing me a lighter as I shrugged my shoulders and sparked it up, throwing the lighter back on her bed and walking toward her smug face, blowing the smoke in it.
"Starks not my dad," I smirked.
"You're a wildfire ... get lost so he doesn't think it's me making the tower smell," she chuckled, pushing me out the room with her hands on her chest.
"Always the charmer Romanoff," I teased with a wink before walking off down the hall, the cigarette still between my lips.
"Miss Y/L/N," Friday spoke as a smile grew on my lips, "Mr Stark has requested that you put the cigarette out."
"Yes ma'am," I giggled, licking the ends of my fingers to put it out but instead being met with the taste of Natasha Romanoff as I dimmed the end of my smoke.
The tower was pretty quiet for a Saturday afternoon especially considering tonight was one of Starks unbearable team parties which always ended up being bigger than just the team. Steve was inevitably training the new recruits and I knew that Clint was waiting for Nat in the gym so that meant the rest of the team were either pre-drinking for tonight or soaking up the last of the New York summer in the pointless pool attached to the top of the building. As I made my way back to my own room, the door was slightly ajar which is not how I left it an hour ago when I went to find Nat. Furrowing my brows, I put my half smoked cigarette in my pocket and pulled out the knife attached to my upper arm before I quietly kicked it open with my toes, finding Maria rifling through my wardrobe.
"Fucking hell," I sighed, her head turning to face me with a smile, "I almost stabbed you, stop being mysterious."
She laughed out my nose and held out one of my old dresses, "can I wear this tonight?"
"Yeah," I shrugged, closing the door, "why are you in my room?"
"You were going to stab me with that little knife?" She smirked, nodding to my hand as I laughed slightly, attaching it back into its holster under my sleeve, "I knew what I wanted to wear tonight and I knew you owned it."
"I hate you," I chuckled, pulling out my cigarette and lighting it again before pushing the window open, "what time for the party?"
"Stark said 8," she replied.
"For us or for the thousand other people he's invited?"
"For us," she smirked, "what time is Nat getting there? Do you know?"
"Why would I know?" I smiled slowly, tucking my loose hair behind my ear.
"Were you not just with her?"
"We weren't exactly talking Ria," I laughed out my nose, stubbing out my cigarette as I pulled my hoodie over my head, "you know it's not like that."
"I know ..." she nodded slowly, "it has been years though."
"It's casual, you need to shoot your shot," I pushed, passing her a small bottle of vodka from the bottom of my wardrobe.
"She doesn't want me, she very clearly wants you," Maria shrugged.
"I can assure you she doesn't, we're mates that's all it is; if you don't make a move tonight I'm going to do it for you," I decided, "do you want me to do that?"
"No," she smiled slowly, "I'll use this as liquid courage on one condition."
I rolled my eyes slightly but eventually nodded, "hit me."
"You'll talk to Wanda, get to know her without sleeping with her right away?"
"The new recruit?" I checked, images of Wanda in Sokovia running through my mind, her red whisps wrapping around me.
Maria nodded quickly, "she's got a thing for you, I've seen the eyes she's been shooting your way since she got here. Just speak to her and I'll speak to Nat."
"Deal," I chuckled, holding my hand out toward her, "you've got two weeks to get in Natasha's pants before I get there first."
"Yeah, yeah," she smirked, "I'll see you tonight."
"See you tonight," I smiled as she opened my bedroom door again, the both of us locking onto Wanda walking past the door with clearly no direction where she was going with a towel in her hand.
Maria gave me a wriggle of her eyebrows and walked off in the opposite direction mouthing an exaggerated 'h e l p h e r.'
"Maximoff!" I shouted after her as she turned around quickly, her dark hair flicking as she looked at me curiously, a small blush on her cheeks from her training, "you look lost."
"I'm so lost," she giggled, walking back toward me as her eyes traced down my body before looking back to my face, "my showers busted, I was trying to find um- I don't know actually."
I felt myself smiling a little at her clearly flustered state as she danced between her feet and looked past me at my bedroom.
"You can use mine, I was just about to get in but I don't mind company," I teased with a proud smirk.
She bit her cheek and searched my eyes, "um- I-"
"I'm taking the piss darling, just use the god damn shower," I giggled, moving aside to let her in as she looked around my bedroom before I placed my hands on her hips and I directed her in the direction of my bathroom, "take your time, I need to eat before later so I'll be in the kitchen," I told her, dropping my hands from her body as she turned around and smiled softly at me.
"Thank you," she whispered, eyes not so subtly dropping to my sports bra.
"Toast?" I asked, walking backward.
"Mhm?"
"Do you want some toast," I smirked, "to line your stomach."
"I'm okay," she exhaled, shaking her head before walking into the bathroom and quickly closing the door behind her.
I felt my lips curling back into that same smile with a feeling I can only describe as excitement with the new knowledge of Wanda's little crush. It's not like I've never noticed her before, of course I had, she's gorgeous and lights up every stupid little room she walks in but now that I knew she felt the same, I had the dyer need to know more, it was like I could finally see her.
Wanda fucking Maximoff.
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