Heartbeat (Natasha x Wanda + One)

One

The music pulsed around me, lights flashing and bodies move in sync. The club is packed tonight and there's a vibe in the air, giving it an electric taste. I dance with my eyes closed, feeling the music and people all around me.

Occasionally someone will try and dance with me, their hands on my waist trying to pull me closer to them, but I've gotten good at slipping away and disappearing into the crowd. I didn't mind dancing with people usually, but most of the time dancing leads to sex and of that, I am not a fan.

I dance for hours it seems, until there's a break in the songs and I finally open my eyes and head towards the bar. Fortunately for me there's only a few people there, everyone else it seemed was on the dance floor. Sliding into a seat I signal Carl who slides over an unopened can of Coke and I nod at him as I crack it open. Spinning around in my seat I sip my Coke and people watch.

Almost everyone was paired up or in a group, and everywhere I looked there were smiles as people enjoyed themselves. Occasionally I spotted my bouncers walking around making sure everything was going smoothly.

Scanning over the crowd I notice a woman in a skintight red dress trying to politely remove a man from her arm. She glanced around and locks eyes with me, giving me a desperate look.

Setting my drink on the bar I move quickly towards her, shoving my shoulder into the man. "There you are baby," I tell the woman as I wrap my arms around her. Glancing at the man I say, "sorry about that man." He grumbles something that I ignore, my attention back on the woman, "I've been looking for you everywhere. The babysitter called, Tommy isn't feeling well and has requested that we come home," I lie as I pull her away from the man and dance floor towards the direction of the exit. Once the man is out of sight I quickly release her and step back, "you ok?"

She wobbles slightly, obviously drunk, "yessss thank you kind lady."

I smile slightly, "you're welcome random drunk lady."

"Hey!" She says, pointing a finger at me. "I'm not drunk, no matter what the four of you say."

"Right," I say with mild concern as she wobbles again. Reaching out to steady her I ask, "are you here with anyone?"

She gives me shocked look, "I would think my wife would know," she teases drunkenly, giving me a long exaggerated wink. "But no, I'm not. I was! But.... They left."

Her words anger me, who would leave their friend alone and drunk in a club in New York? Pulling her towards me I sling one of her arms around my shoulders, thankful that she's wearing heels or else she'd be too short. Holding her up as best as I can, we slowly make our way to the exit and Gary the doorman looks at me with concern, "everything alright boss?"

"Just peachy," I grit out. "Can you call my car please? I would do it myself but.." I motion to the woman who was already passing out in my arms, her head resting on my shoulder.

"Of course boss," he replies, pulling out his phone.

He calls a number and as we wait, the woman shivers, so I slip out of my jacket and put it over her. A minute later my car rolls up, my driver Janet rushing over to open the back passenger door for me. "Is she ok?" She asks, looking at the girl in my arms with concern.

"She's fine, just drunk," I grunt as I get her in the car. Climbing in beside her, Janet closes my door before getting back behind the wheel.

"Where to?"

"Shit," I mumble. I didn't think this far ahead. Patting the woman gently on her arm I say, "hey lady? Lady?"

"Wanda," she mumbles.

"Ok then, Wanda. Where do you live?" She mumbles an address and I pray that it's a real one, and when I give it to Janet I can tell she does too.

The car pulls away from the club and a quiet quickly fills the car. I don't mind the silence but Janet switches on the radio, only turning it up enough to just be heard. Occasionally she would hum along with the song, but otherwise the car was silent.

It wasn't long before we arrive at a tall, sleek looking building. Janet pulls up out front and gives the building a look, "you sure this is the place?"

"It's what she said," I tell her, uncertainty growing in me. There's a noise next to me as Wanda fumbles with the door handle, trying to get out. "Woah easy," I tell her as I get out and rush to her side, helping her get out. Pointing at the building I ask, "do you live here?"

She looks at the building and smiles, "home," she says happily, pulling my jacket around her.

"Ok then," I mutter as I help her towards the building, up the steps and into the elevator. "What floor?"

She sighs as she lays her head on my shoulder again, "you're cozy, solid."

"Thank you, I think?" I'm about to ask her again what floor she lives on when she reaches out and pushes the button for the thirteenth floor. The doors slide closed and my stomach drops as the elevator climbs. It only takes a second before the doors open again and we stumble out, Wanda reaching for the small purse across her shoulder that I hadn't noticed until now. "I got it," I tell her as I reach in and pull out a set of keys. She pushes off of me and stumbles towards a door at the far end of the hallway, jiggling the knob and pouting when it doesn't open. Sliding her keys in the lock I give it a twist and the door swings open, Wanda stumbling into the apartment after it.

Flipping on the light I can't help but think how cute and homey it looks. An open concept with the kitchen, living and dining room all in one space, a short hallway off to one side with a couple doors that I assume go to the bathroom and bedrooms. Before I can look around too long a clattering comes from the living room as Wanda tumbles over the back of the couch and lands on the cushions where she promptly snuggles up and is snoring not a second later.

Smiling softly at her I grab a blanket from a chair and put it gently on top of her, tucking her in slightly. Heading towards the kitchen I open the fridge and grab a bottle of water and place it on the end table by the couch before going back to the kitchen. I'm searching the drawers when a voice from behind me demands, "Who the hell are you?"