Better For Me

.part one.

"Natalia Alianovna Romanova!" You called out from the kitchen, staring at her never ending pile of dishes,

"You called?"

"Dude, seriously, the dishes." Natasha hugs you, tightly, looking at you with pleading eyes, "No, I am not washing up again, I need to study, Natalia!"

"Fineee." She huffs,

"What'd you get up to anyway? Why didn't you do your chores?"

"I- uh... Steve came over."

"Ah okay, that means you guys were having sex for like 16 hours straight."

"Hey, if you had a boyfriend, you would know!"

"But I don't and I don't plan on it, not just yet at least." You laugh,

"Anywayyy, I have a favour to ask,"

"Oh god, I am not joining in on a threesome, Natasha!" She laughs loudly, remembering the time she'd asked you for that favour, she shook her head,

"No not that favour, Y/N but if you change your mind the offer stil-"

"No! Never! Get on with it!"

"Right, well, Steve's friend, Sam is throwing a party tonight and Steve's friend, James, needs a date, you up for it?"

"Depends, is he nice?"

"You're not gonna ask if he's hot?"

"It's not exactly the first thing that comes to mind when you say you're setting me up with someone for a night."

"Really?" Her eyebrows furrowed, "You're so fuckin' weird... It would've been the first thing I asked you if you set me up with someone..."

"Lucky, I'm not you." You chuckled and started scrolling through your class timetable, checking if you were any type of busy for the next week, "I just wanna know if I'm gonna be treated right for the evening if I'm accompanying this friend."

"I've met him a couple of times, he's nice, really gentlemanly, you know?"

"I'm holding on to your words, Romanoff, I'll kill you if my night is wasted." She begins to jump around in excitement,

"We have to go shopping like NOW!" You rolled your eyes, knowing that this was just another excuse for her to spend copious amounts of money on a dress she would only use for one night,

"What time is it on?"

"It starts at um... eight-thirty..." You stood up from your spot and gasped,

"Natasha! It's already five! This is not enough time!"

"Steveispickingusupateight"

"Excuse me?" You were just about ready to kill her, strangle her if you will,

"I'm sorry!" You grabbed your purse and your glasses off of the bench top, gesturing for her to move her ass if she wanted to get anything done.

You were more organised than Natasha, if not already obvious. You both went around the city looking for your dresses which took her forever but you only twenty minutes. Being Natasha, she picked out a which gripped her most beautiful features perfectly. Steve was going to drool like a dog. While you went with a hoping to poke burning holes through every guy at that party. You both got back home and began rushing through your make up. Natasha went with a that made her blue eyes pop and red lips which complimented her already red hair and you went with a burgundy-

Proud of both of your fairly rushed looks, you took a glance at each other and smirked.

"We. Are. So. Hot." You both said at the same time,