The Prophecy

Gin

Dressed in a pair of oversized pin striped trousers and a matching waist coat, the shirt underneath unbuttoned low enough that the valley between my breasts was clear as day, I stood in front of my full length mirror applying the final coat of mascara before fluffing up the curls I had pattered in my hair. I was on drink number 4 already in an attempt to stomach this event without giving away my small tiny amount of feelings for my team member. I had no romantic interest in the girl until I found out she was interested in me but now that I knew, the signs started to make sense and everything clicked. She was a good few years younger than me and I did have a connection with Nat but neither of us wanted it to be anything more than meaningless sex so there wasn't a sense of guilt when I quickly started to think about Wanda the way I used to Natasha.

Since coming to join the Avengers, it had been my mission to seem tough as nails so the fact that one girl has had this much of an effect scared me to my core; Maria could see through my little facade and obviously Nat knew me very well but this crush was something I was determined to push down so no one else would catch on. Least of all Wanda because if I thought anymore about her, I don't know what I would do. It was bad enough that she was the only thing on my mind as I was getting ready tonight and maybe thats why I had drunk so much. Maybe it was to dull the humanity seeping through the cracks of my cold, cold heart.

"Friday?" I spoke aloud, grabbing my cigarette case and slipping it in my pocket, "who's downstairs ready?"

"Everyone apart from you Miss Y/L/N," the AI replied.

"Please stop calling me that," I sighed, making my way down the hall toward the elevator that would bring me level with the rest of the team who appeared to think they were at some college party.

Stark was way past the point of drunk as Pepper kept sliding him glasses of water while he made use of the cups to set up a game of tequila based beer pong. Wanda was sat next to Vision engaged in a conversation that seemed to require his hand on her knee at which I felt my blood boiling. Clenching my hand into a fist and twisting it slightly, his wrist popped out of place and he removed it from Wanda's body. I caught Natasha's eye from across the room as I did so, a disappointed shake of her head before I shot her a wink and took my seat next to Thor, who despite not being able to get massively drunk was already eating his stupid pop-tarts out of the box.

"You know they taste better warm," I smiled slowly, taking one from his box and taking a bite.

"I like them cold," he informed me with his mouth full, making me chuckle slightly and nod my head along.

Steve was sat on the adjacent couch next to Clint and Maria whose eyes remained fixed on Natasha at the bar where she was talking to Bruce about god knows what in a dress he couldn't rip his eyes away from.

"Beer pong!" Stark announced, walking toward us as Pepper buried her face in her hands, "who's game?"

Wanda, dressed in a slinky dark red cocktail dress and socks, looked straight to me as if for approval as I smiled slowly and nodded.

"I'm in," I decided, "I need a drink first though."

"On it," Nat shouted, clicking her fingers as Clint stood up too.

Wanda I'm convinced only decided to play because I was playing but when the teams got chosen, she was on the opposite side of the table which visibly was not what she wanted. It was myself, Nat, Stark, Thor and Vision on one team which left Wanda, Maria, Clint, Bruce and Steve on the other. Everyone else opted out, having already know the competition was going to be tough.