50% Human

Wolves Don't Wear Crowns

Natasha had her hands on her hips and was walking to her closet. The door beeped and opened before her arrival.
"What is your favorite color?"
"Blue." I murmured to her. I haven't spent to much time with her.
"Just blue." She answered not looking at me. She was deep in the closet searching through clothes. The sound of hangers sliding against metal rang through the room.
"Light blue."
"Ha!" I jumped from my spot transforming as Nat came running into the room.
"Oh I scared you. Sorry, I'm just kinda happy I never have anyone to dress. It's okay when I go back out there I'll be the spy again." I nodded to her and transformed. She had a light blue T shirt in her hand and undergarments. Grabbing it and the garments I started to change.
"Grace! Bathroom then change."
"Oh," I walked over to her bathroom which was very similar to Steve's. Shutting the door and quickly slipped off the running clothes and put on the new clothes. I came out and Nat was smiling she herself had on a black dress, but hers was more fitting than mine.
"Do you have a brush?" I looked back in the mirror. My curly hair was every where's strands going across my face. Nat walker over to a drawer and pulled out a brush. Quickly I took my hair down and brushed it. Nat was looking at me in a dreamy stance.

"Would you like some pants instead of a dress?" She shifted her weight against the wall.
"Why?" I looked down at my legs. They didn't look wrong... oh.
"You mean my scars." Natasha did a small nod.
"No I am fine I am proud of my scars. I once was a blank canvas and now life has painted on me." She did a quick nod and walked toward the door.
"You ready?"
"Yep." And we walked out the door together.
Everyone else had changed as well. Bruce had some khakis on with a purple dress shirt. Tony with black dress pants and a creme button up. Steve also had black dress pants on but with a grey button up. And Clint had on jeans with a black dress shirt.
Walking in everyone glanced over us smiled and went back to there conversations. Steve lingered his gaze but continued his conversation. Only Clint came over to us. 

He sauntered over to us with a goofy grin on his face. His hands behind his back. I smiled softly at him but Natasha would have nothing with it. She crossed her arms and gave him a frown. 

"Hey Snap."

"Hey quart-" Clint attacked me from above he landed a  crown on my head.

"Clint!" I yelled at him grabbing at his arms, "Wolves don't wear crowns!"

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Thanks for the wait Darlin's! Its short but oh so sweet.

Love,

The Wolf