Broken Hearts Club

Chapter 5

Steve Rogers' peaceful, dreamless sleep had just ended. In a way he did not desire, unfortunately. By the sound of a woman shouting his name and throwing pillows at him.

"Steve! Steve! Wake up! Steve!" The sound started to get louder and louder, but sleep was still haunting his mind.

"Gahh, Natasha, shut up, I slept late," he groaned.

Then the shouting stopped.

"Natasha? Who's Natasha?" Okay what? Not Natasha? His brain told him to wake up instantly.

"Awww, you got yourself a girl! I'm so proud of you, Steve! Who is she? Tell me!" Ahh, of course. This wasn't Natasha. She sat down on his bed and patted his arm.

This, is a person that should never be missed when telling Steve Rogers' lifestory. No other than his beloved Wanda Maximoff, his adopted- gosh he hate to use that word- sister that he loved as his own, the person who have always slapped some senses- occasionally literal-back into him. She was equally famous as he is, TV actress and a cooking show host.

"Wanda?" He woke up and scratched his head, voice still thick with sleepiness, "what are you doing here, it's still early."

Then she made a face at him, "don't you know what day today is?" She asked giving him a questioning look. Then the gears in his brains starts shifting one by one. Yeah, okay he gives up, his brain doesn't work until coffee.

"It's my engagement party, remember?" She gave him another look and everything clicked in his mind.

"Clean up. You're coming with me. Oh, and bring that Natasha girl with you," she smirked. He remembered about a month ago, Wanda was beaming brightly at him saying Visz, her boyfriend, had proposed to her. With all excitement she prepared everything for the engagement party and she made Steve promise her that he would bring his own date, well partially because she pity him and the other part because she doesn't want him to look so single and lonely in an event that would be the centre of attention of medias and paparazzi. Now here she is, beaming just as brightly thinking that her brother had found himself another girl. Not his, though. But, she'll have to though, he thought, just for the day, because Steve would hate to disappoint Wanda, who seemed very excited he found a girl.

As much as he hates it, Natasha Romanoff needs to be his pretend girlfriend for the day.

Steve opened his mouth to defend himself but he remind himself not to disappoint Wanda, then the doorbell rang. Romanoff. He inwardly told himself. As if Wanda could read his mind, she smirked at him, "that's her isn't it?" and she raced to the front door.

"Hey! Hey! Wanda! I'll get the door! Hey!" He shouted as he raced behind her towards the door, unfortunately she reached it first and opened the door. Then he saw that familiar glint of red hair. That is her.

"Hi! You must be the girl!" Wanda greeted warmly and as cheerfully as ever, happy to see 'his girl'. Natasha on the other hand was completely confused, what is going on?

"Huh? Yes, I'm the girl," she said reluctantly not completely sure what she was saying. She gave Steve a look and she opened her mouth but then Steve cut her off.

"Yes! Yeah, Wanda she's the girl," he said, "Natasha, this is Wanda, my sister and Wanda, this is Natasha." He introduced them both and they held out their hand and gave it a shake.

"I watch your cooking shows, I love it," Natasha said politely.

"Thank you. That is an incredible shade of red by the way," Wanda said as she complimented the redhead.