Fast Lane (Quicksilver fanfiction)

Stark's Style of Party (Part 1)

"How about this one?" Natasha asks me as she holds up a bright pink skirt.

"Bright pink? Really?" I ask as I scrunch up my nose in disgust.

"Ok not that one then." Natasha sighs and puts the skirt back on the rack.

Somehow Natasha has talked me into shopping for the party. I have no idea how, since I hate shopping.

Maybe it was because she got ahold of Tony's credit card, and said we could spend however much we wanted. We were currently in a store called Dressbarn, and Natasha had already managed to pick out a black knee length skirt and a cream colored top. To my utmost horror, she had also grabbed a pair of five inch heels.

I had asked her how she planned to avoid breaking an ankle, to which she replied with a quiet laugh and said,  "Don't worry. I've got plenty of practice."

Darn secretive assassins.

I continued to shift through the rack until I found a dark blue skirt. I held it up to my taller frame. It was just past my knees. Perfect.

"I like this one," I said holding it up so Natasha could see.

"That one will work," she replied. "What if we put it with this?" she held up a light grey top.

"Yeah those will look cute together," I said with a smile as a wave of relief washed over me. Finally we were done shopping and this nightmare could end.

Natasha handed me the shirt before walking over to another section of the store. What was she doing now? I decided to follow her instead of taking the risk of getting lost.

When I caught up to her she was holding a pair of high heels that looked pretty similar to the ones she had picked out earlier. Oh no.

"Sorry Natasha, but there is no way I'm going to wear those," I said as I eyed up the high heels.

"Oh come on! They'll look great on you!" She says making a pouty face.

I looked back and forth between the high heels and her. I sighed.

"Fine. But if I break my ankles I'm going to personally hold you responsible," I say.

"Don't worry you won't," she says and she starts to walk back to the front of the store.

"I'm serious Natasha,"  I say. "You haven't seen me in high heels yet."

"Oh don't worry you'll be fine," she says in a vain attempt to reassure me. "And Amanda?"

"Yeah?" I say uncertainly.

"You can just call me Nat," she smiles.

"Ok then Nat," I say.

We make it to the cashier, and as Nat starts to pay, I start worrying about how I'll blend into Tony's party.

•~•

A couple of hours later, I'm standing in front of the mirror, starting to regret my chose in clothes. Do I look ok?

I'm starting to think that I look like a little girl. Great. Now no one will take me seriously.

I decide it's a lost cause and walk out of my new room. The Avengers have given me a bedroom at their tower, until I've completed my mission. They have no idea exactly when I'll be needed, so they want me close by and ready to respond at any time. I feel like a fireman.

At first I had protested the new living arrangements. I told them that all of my stuff was in my small one bed room apartment, to which Tony had responded with, "Don't worry about it kid. You can go back to your apartment and pick up your stuff tomorrow, and if you need anything else I'll just buy it for you. I am a billionaire after all."