The Other Stark

Chapter 11

Sometime after everyone finished eating, Tory went to her room to take a shower, change into clean clothes, try to relax. She was laying on her bed, looking at the boring ceiling, when a knock came from the door.

"Come in!" she shouted and sat up, turning to look at Nat who had just opened the door.

"Sooo... what's happening between you and Rogers?" Natasha asked throwing herself on the bed. She wasn't going to let the subject go. Not ever.

"Nothing! Why is everybody asking me that?" Tory exclaimed in exasperation. It was the third person to assume there was something with the two of them.

"Oh don't lie to me. Steve doesn't open up to anyone like that. We are long term friends too, but not even close to you. There's more than you're letting yourself see," the ginger declared with a smile on her face. She would love to see the two of them together. Natasha Romanoff, the deadly assassin, liked to play cupid sometimes.

"I wouldn't be surprised if some random day you appeared holding hands and talking fluff to each other."

"Okay, that's too much for me. Let's get drinks. I need drinks," the Stark woman said annoyed, running to her closet to change and get away from that conversation.

"Oh, you're not going to run from me forever. I'll still talk to you about him."

"Go get ready Nat, we are going out."

...

Thirty minutes later, both women were making their way to the bar, after informing everyone they would go out.

Entering the establishment, they walked straight to the bar, ordering their drinks as they sat on the stools.

"Whiskey on the rocks," Tory said then looked at her friend, waiting for her to order hers.

"Now let's talk about Steve," Natasha said with a diabolical grin.

"Oh no. Even if I liked him, Steve is up for the perfect girl. Let's face it, I'm not his type. I slept with almost half of New York and you know it," the brunette recalled, taking a sip of the alcohol.

"I don't think he would care. He's not one to judge."

"Nat, he wants someone to spend lazy mornings with. To go out on romantic dates. Give her flowers, feel safe in her arms. Meanwhile, I can't really sleep, I have my problems and it's crap. Don't know if I would like too much of romance in a relationship," Stark continued her tray of facts.

"You've never been in a serious relationship before! How can you know what you like? I think you would be plenty happy with him for the first time in years if you wanna know my opinion," Romanoff insisted on making her friend's mind, but Tory wasn't really getting it. She turned to get the bartenders attention again and requested shots of tequila.

"Why are you trying to get drunk? You're burying your feelings, aren't you?"

"Don't know what you're talking about. Let's drink please, or I'll go talk to that cute guy that's staring at us," Victoria stated, taking one of the shot glasses, glaring at the man she just talked about. She threw the shot back with Nat, then got up with a flirty smile on her lips.

"Actually I think I'll talk to him right now."

"You're crazy," Natasha singed, before following Tory with her eyes. The guy was playing pool with some friends and seemed happy to teach his new company how to play, even though she could easily win from all the men standing there.

The redhead got up and took the car keys. She already knew what was going to happen in some hours, and she just wished to be in her bedroom, far from the noises.