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Your heels clicked on the polished stairs. Blasting music started filling your ears as you neared the hall. Reaching the bottom of the staircase, you noticed people start to stare. You felt yourself becoming more uncomfortable as you took small steps to Wanda who was on the dance floor. You noticed Bucky who was at the bar talking to Natasha. Nat hit his arm and nodded in your direction, making Bucky look up and drop his mouth to the floor. You blushed and turned away. Bucky got up from his seat with his drink in his hand, making his way over to you.
Over by the pool table with Clint and Sam, Pietro looked up to see you making your way over to his sister. He noticed Bucky walking to you and felt his stomach begin to knot. He didn't want him to talk to you, he believed you were perfect for him. He put his stick down on the table and excused himself from the guys.
You began making small talk with Wanda where it mainly consisted of her flipping out over how beautiful you looked. You blushed and swatted her compliments away.
"You look drop dead gorgeous! If no hotties try to talk to you tonight, consider them gay." Wanda screamed across the dance floor. You laughed and swayed your hips to the music.
"Speaking of hotties, 4 o'clock; don't make it obvious." Wanda said as you slowly turned around in a seductive manner. Low and behold, Bucky was strutting over in his gorgeous blue tux, a drink in his hand. You felt butterflies in your stomach as you tried to stay as calm an relaxed as possible.
Before Bucky could make his final stride to you, a blue light corrupted your vision. Before your vision cleared, a strong smell of cologne filled your nostrils making you melt.
"Hey Y/n, I just came over to tell you that you looked beautiful this afternoon." You recognised that accent anywhere; Pietro.
"Oh, why thank you!" You blushed and giggled. Wanda's mouth dropped as she saw Bucky's eyes darken before he turned around and stormed off. He went back to sit at the Bar with Natasha as he ordered another drink.
"Princessa, would you care to dance with me?" Pietro asked smirking.
"Of course," You said smiling as Pietro took you into his arms. Tony saw you two dancing and told the DJ to play something more fitting. A slower, more romantic song began playing and you smiled. Pietro made you feel so nervous, he had the power to swipe you off your feet in an instant. His grip on your waist was gentle but secure, your arms were hooked around his neck.
"I like what you've done with your hair, it matches mine." Pietro chuckled pushing a loose strand behind your ear. The truth was, he inspired you to colour your hair platinum. You blushed so hard you thought you might've become a tomato.
