Not A Monster ● Loki × Reader ●

06 - I'm a very modest human thing

Stark parties. Why? I'm not sure. So when none other than Stark himself shoved me in the direction of the Black Widow and Scarlet Witch, telling me to buy some girly things to make me pretty, I was thoroughly confused.

"I have Nat my card. You can go out, eat, shop, get... girly things, I guess. Just don't max out my card." He gave a pointed look to his wife, Pepper, who stood in the front doorway of the tower.

"We won't use it all," Wanda said, rolling her eyes, her accent thick.

"I trust so... Aye, Bond, you think you could handle yourself in a rough situation?" He looked over at me.

I gave a huff and nodded. I still hated that nickname. Surprisingly, he and Clint had managed to get me to watch every James Bond movie. Every. Single. One. Some were good, some not so much.

"Good. Let's go." Natasha grabbed my wrist and led me out of the tower. Once we exited the doors, I promptly removed my wrist from her vice grip, shooting a tiny glare at her.

She held her hand up in a mock-surrender. "Relax, 007. No need to get defensive."

Pepper huffed from behind us. "Now, Y/N, do you know how to drive?"

I look at the blonde and nod. Yeah, I knew how to drive... "Motorcycles," I say.

"Well, we're taking a car. Not motorcycles. Hop in." Wanda gestured to a sleek black Jeep that looked like it'd be in those strange Sci-Fi movies that Clint seemed to like watching only to debunk later with his own skills.

I grumble something in Russian and clamber into the passenger seat, not used to this form of automobile. This was actually my first time out of the Avengers Tower since I got here. So maybe getting to see all of Manhattan would be a good thing... Right?

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Getting to the mall was excruciating. Something that Pepper liked to call 'rush hour' which was apparently when all of the local civilians got off from their usual day jobs an went home to their families or a new concept that I learned was called 'pets.'

The traffic was terrible, but we got to the mall by the time the clock inside the vehicle struck about 13:00.

"Let's go find dresses!" Pepper smiled and Wanda shared her grin, though a little less enthusiastic meanwhile Natasha groaned. Simply from observation, she was not a dressy person, but she would look absolutely ravishing in a pencil skirt if I do say so myself.

I didn't know how to react, so I didn't. I wasn't too sure if wearing an old over-sized, dirt-covered T-shirt counted as a dress, but I didn't draw attention to it because I knew that it make the other three girls uncomfortable to say the least if they knew completely about my past.

We walked through the large halls of the mall, receiving odd looks and whispers from the strangers the four of us walked past. Perhaps it was because there were two Avengers with us. Or the wife of the famous Iron Man. Or the stranger that seemed to prowl behind the three of them like some guard dog.

I contemplated letting my wings free as I hadn't done so since Bruce had helped seal that bullet wound from weeks ago... It was tempting, but I didn't want to draw any unwanted attention to myself, so I didn't do anything to provoke more stares than we were already receiving.

I let out a small shout when I felt Natasha yank me into a pink and black store fiddled to the brim with undergarments and rather revealing sleepwear.

"First stop, undies." She picked up an overly lacy bra and showed it to me. Only to immediately put it back down when I growled at the garment.

Wanda chuckled and grabbed something a little more modest, but still red. "Red suits you. Lace doesn't." She side-eyed Natasha.

"Why red?" I ask and she shrugs.