Wanda looked up as Natasha slipped back into the room. She was wearing a pair of faded skinny jeans that had small rips at the knees and some writing on them, probably just reminders or something because Tasha never had paper. She wore a loose tank, the colour of the sky, that said in obviously hand printed lettering "I'm not gay but my gf is" Wanda smiled. Natasha ran a hand through her hair.
"Ready to go?"
"I'm in my pyjamas."
"I dunno. Maybe you're making a fashion statement."
"I'm not wearing pants."
"I'm not complaining..."
Wanda rolled her eyes, "You dork." She got up and grabbed a flowery sundress from the closet. Tasha grinned.
"Have I ever mentioned that I love that one on you?"
"Maybe once or twice.." she gave her girlfriend a small grin and closed the door to the bathroom to change.
They had an hour or two before the movie so they went for a walk. Natasha had a vague grasp on how to braid hair and she was braiding little daisies they'd collected into Wanda's long, scarlet hair.
Since they still had some time to kill, Wanda practically dragged Tasha to this little ice cream shop she'd been meaning to take her to for a while, and bought her and ice cream. They walked for some twenty minutes, talking, eating ice cream, laughing, although at one point, Natasha pointed out how long it had been, and Wanda was shocked. Apparently, she'd been unconscious much, much longer than she'd thought.
After convincing Tasha she was fine, they walked to the theatre.
They got their tickets and sat down, holding hands and chatting quietly until the movie started.
About halfway through the movie, Tasha got up to go to the bathroom, and Wanda didn't notice the file of people following her out.
a/n: thought I'd give you some fluff before le major angst to come. please don't hate me i'm sorry.
