Fearless-An Avengers Fan Fiction

Chapter 8-Dinnè Cuisinè pt. 1

A/N: the dress attached is the first dress Christy wears:)

Chapter 8-Dinnè Cuisinè pt. 1.

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Two hours, thirty minutes, ten seconds. That's how long I have until my dinner with Steve.

I havn't done anything today, except eat Cheetos and read this really good book called Divergent. It is dystopian book that Hill gave me last week. Also it was the only thing I saved back at the old base. I stood staring at my closet, attempting to find something to wear, with no avail since I only have like three outfits. (Most of them were destroyed when Loki first made an appearance. Thanks, Loki.)

I have a pair of jeans and two t-shirts, my S.H.I.E.L.D uniform, and my special mission suit. That is all. What? I haven't had time to buy new clothes. I am currently wearing my unicorn rainbow pajamas that I salvaged from another agent.

I'm pretty sure I stood staring at my empty closet for about ten minutes before I heard a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" I ask.

"Hill," I hear the reply.

I quickly sprint to the door and open it.

"Christy, Rogers told me everything. Do you have anything to wear?" she asks, smile wide.

"Unless you count PJ's as clothing, no," I say.

"Come with me," she says taking my hand and dragging me out of the room.

"Wait, so Steve told you?" I ask.

"Yup. Everything. I can't believe you two..."

"Hill, we are going to dinner. D-I-N-N-E-R," I say interrupting her.

"Yeah yeah. Whatever. Well while you have been hiding in your room all day eating bags of Cheetos's and watching TV in your PJ's, I have been helping Rodgers plan this dinner," Hill says.

I roll my eyes,

"Uh yeah, it was one bag of Cheetos's. And I don't have a TV in my room...do I?"

"Look behind the picture in front of your bed," Hill smirks.

"What! I have a TV?"

All Hill does is laugh.

I let out an aggravated sigh.

"Look, Agent Cara agreed to let you borrow one of her nicer outfits," Hill says.

"You told Cara to?" I ask.

"I knew you didn't have anthing to wear and you know that I don't have any nice outfits. And since Cara is around your size..."

"You should buy some," I say to her.

"What?" she asks.

"Some nice clothes. I'll put in a request to Fury."

"Um no," she says.

I decide to keep my mouth shut until we reach Cara's room, where she is already waiting for us. On her bead, she has three dresses, a skirt, and a really beautiful top. Agent Cara Thompson is about an inch taller than me and has gorgeous red hair and blue eyes. Today her hair is in an elaborate braid down her back. Her S.H.I.E.L.D uniform looks a little big on her tiny waist.

"Which one do you like better?" She asks hapily.

I look down at the three dresses. The first one is a knee length light pink with gold trimming. The second is a blue knee length dress with black cap sleeves, and gold trimming in the waist. Really really really fancy. The third is a blue sundress that has thick spaghetti straps. And last but in my opinion not least, a knee length jean skirt and a green jeweled top.