Cracking An Enigma (a YJ fanfic) COMPLETED

Chapter Thirteen: Anniversary

"I'm floating around in ecstasy."
Queen, Don't Stop Me Now

"WAKE UP, EM!" A loud recognizable voice yelled in my ear.

I pushed my duvet over my head and murmured, "Oh, go away Natasha! It's eight!"

"Get up, Emilia! Today is the day!"

"What day?" I moaned, sitting up in bed, and scratching my head deliriously.

"Unofficial, official, anniversary of the burning warehouse!"

My eyes snapped open. "Oh my God! Already?!" I whipped my head towards the calendar and sure enough, it was the twenty fifth of August. "Anniversary of the burning warehouse!" I laughed delightedly.

"I got one heck of a day planned, so get your ass outta bed, and come eat ice cream!"

"Ice cream for breakfast?" I asked quizzically.

"Anniversary of the burning warehouse," Natasha reminded me, as she skipped into the kitchen. A stupid grin spread all over my face, as I jumped out of bed.

The Anniversary of the burning warehouse was the day when Widow had found me, and rescued me from my Dad. I had a feeling we were going to be doing some crazy stuff today, but that was how it was every year.

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"Why are we here?" I questioned, as Natasha and I stepped out of her red GTI Volkswagen.

"Ah, Gotham park!" She said, flinging her arms into the air, totally ignoring me. "The place where memories are made, and ice creams are dropped on concrete!"

I stared at her, as she took a deep breath. A few chirping birds flew above us, and for approximately six point nine seconds, there was an almost quiet moment. I looked at a nearby clock, and made a mental note that it was nine.

And now an interlude, for a wholesome, yet awkward, moment.

"Right!" Natasha determinedly, and stormed down the steps to the park, and I followed.

"Nat... Why are we here?" I asked again. "Nat?" I turned to see her, but she'd disappeared.

"Ta da!" She appeared out of nowhere, and produced...

"Roller skates?" I said skeptically, eyeing the two pairs of shoes.

"Put 'em on Shades!"

With an annoyed huff, I sat on the floor and pushed them onto my feet. She did likewise.
"Onwards!" Natasha yelled, as she stood up shakily, and walked forwards. She rolled on one foot, wobbling, before she landed in her behind. I burst into righteous laughter. "Tch, stop it!" She snapped, getting up and dusting down her jeans. "Like you can do any better!"

I gingerly rolled forwards, to test her statement. Then, like her, I fell straight to the floor. She started to laugh at me. "Alright, your point has been proven," I grumbled, getting up dejectedly. "Now let's skate!"

The next hour was spent falling over or, in my case, smashing right into a tree (which was painful). After that, we went to the mall, where we criticized fashion, and had lunch at Subway. Then, on one hilarious occasion, we went into a stationary shop.

"What the hell?!" Natasha yelled, picking up a pencil. "Five dollars for a piece of wood with some lead in it? Is this really where America's economy is going?!"

I stifled a laugh, as she stalked to the cashier.
"Lady, what is this?!"

"It's a pencil," replied the person behind the counter calmly.

"For five dollars! What do you do with all the money you make, buy televisions?! Or do you use five dollar bills to wipe your expensive asses?!!"

I leaned against a display table, clutching my stomach, doubling over with silent laughter.
We spent four hours there. At five, Natasha took me to a bustling club, which was a little weird.

"I'm pretty sure it's illegal for me to be in here," I muttered as she dragged me through the crowd of half drunk people. The place smelt of cheap alcohol.

She motioned at a guy who was running a bar, then said in a low husky tone to him, "Hey chuck, can you get us on the karaoke?"

"Y-you have to pay," the poor man stuttered.

"I could pay... In a different format," Natasha slipped him a piece of paper, and winked at him. "Here's my address, gorgeous."

I took a quick glance at the paper, and saw the address was Gotham harbour. Good luck to him. The idiot grinned at her, and said, "See you tonight." Then he disappeared backstage.

"Oh, I love my job," Natasha sighed.

"I'm rather worried right now," I mumbled, leaning against the counter, arms crossed. The guy came back, and Natasha jumped over the counter, and made a head jerk at me to follow. We ended up behind a curtain.

"Alright, what song to you want?"

"You were being serious?!" I spluttered.

"I'm always serious."

"Quite the contrary. Anyway, you decide. I don't mind, as long as I know it and I don't end up having a heart attack on stage."

"Alright," she shrugged, then nudged the guy on the decks. "Don't Stop Me Now, Queen."

My face turned whiter than usual. "I'm going to die," I stated, as Natasha pulled me into the limelight.

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Surprisingly, I didn't die. It was actually quite fun; after that, we both went home for a movie.

"Best unofficial, official, Anniversary of the burning warehouse ever." I stated, grinning at her as I sat down on the sofa.

"It'll be better next year," Natasha spoke, handing me some popcorn. "What did ya pick?"

I smiled. "The Avengers."

She groaned. "Really, Em?"

"Yes. Really."

Bonus bits from the avengers scenes.

First scene with Natasha Romanoff

Natasha: "I never said that! I swear I never said that!"
Emilia: "Nat, it's just a movie."
Natasha: "But you know, I forgot how long Steve's hair was."
Emilia: "Ok, we get it, you're having throwbacks. Now watch the bloody film!"

Natasha fighting Clint

Natasha: "Yes! Look at me! I look so damn awesome!"
Emilia: "... Why did I pick this?"

Agent Phil Coulson dying

Natasha: "Nooooo! Why is Phil dying! Shades, bring me the tissue box!"
Emilia: "I prepared for this, they're right next to you. On your left."
Natasha: "Oh,"

End credits

Natasha: "Scarlett Johansson?! Who the heck is she?! That girl thinks she plays me with so much style, but have I got news for you! I am nothing like that, you little bi-"
Emilia: "Language!"
Natasha: "I am going to murder her, I swear to God, that motherfu-"
Emilia: "Nat, take a chill pill. Please."
Natasha: "Chris Evans?! Ok, he's got the muscle, but heck, Steve is so much more gentlemanly than that! And Bruce needs more curls! And why doesn't Clint have his hearing aid?! Can he not hear anything anyone is saying?! And Thor's hair was never that long!"
Emilia: "... Maybe I just should have picked Star Wars."
Natasha: "Nah, we've watched that like sixty times."
Emilia: "... I beg your pardon?"
Natasha: "... Which there is nothing wrong with! He, he."