Promises

Chapter 3

It's been over a month since the party and you this time you had promised Tony to attend the party that he was throwing. In return, he had promised you not to throw you a big party when it was your birthday in a couple of weeks. So here you were walking into a party again. You had on a simple black dress, with quite daring slit in the side that run up to your halfway your tight. Nat had insisted that this dress was perfect for you and you did not have the energy to fight with her. You just wanted to get this party over with so you could crawl into your bed and watch Netflix. You had painted your lips bright red, the same colour that your nails where. You felt fierce and had to admit that Nat had been right about the dress. Black and red was your favourite colour combination. You saw a few men staring at you when you made your entrance to the party, alone this time. Wanda and Nat were already in the room talking to Sam and Bruce. Your eyes scanned the room for Clint. He had asked you for the first dance at the party and you had agreed. You saw Steve coming towards you, but you did not look at him. Or at least you tried not to. How come the man looked like a model with his black suit, with a black tie and white shirt, you thought in your head. You felt how a flutter in your stomach and tried your best to seem indifferent to him. Steve had kept his distance to you since your talk in the hallway. Which you were grateful about, but you knew from Nat and Wanda that he asked them about you almost daily.

"Y/N" Steve was now standing beside you. "Would you like to dance?" He looks at you with hopeful eyes. He was not giving up on you to becoming friends again. The butterflies in your stomach made their presence known, even more. Fuck, fuck.

"No" you answer and Clint walks up to the two of you. He smiles at you with one brow lifted and you smile back, giving him a wink. You silently thank Clint in your head for finding you so quickly. You did not want to talk to Steve tonight.

"Ready for our dance?" Clint holds out a hand to you. You nod and you walk out on the dancefloor, without sparing Steve a look. You could feel his eyes boring into your back, still standing where you left him, but you don't care.

"You look beautiful tonight, Y/N" Clint says to you. You smile at him and thank him.

"Black and red is your colours" he continues. You laugh at the statement.

"I thought that myself when I walked in" you explain when he raised his brows at your laugh.

"How are you doing?" Clint mumbled in your ear as he drew you in a bit closer. You know that he asked about Steve. You smiled and said you were fine.

"You know..." Clint said and looked over at were Steve stood. "Sometimes the best revenge is to smile and move on." You laughed at this and Clint dropped the subject. You spend the rest of the dance talking and laughing. He always made you feel at ease.

After you had danced with Clint, you danced with Tony and then with Sam. Then one of the men that had asked you at the last party asked you to dance and you accepted. Steve stood with a drink in his hand looking at you. You could feel his eyes on you, but you did not look at him at all. You were going to have fun tonight, and not let Steve ruin another party for you. Even though you wondered if he would ask you for a dance again before the party was over.

Steve looked at Y/N. It hurt him to see Y/N in the arms of the different men at the party, but he knew that she was not trying to make him jealous. He understood that she did not play games. She was just having a good time. Steve could not keep looking at her dance anymore so he went to the bar. Even though he could not get drunk, he something with a burn to drink. He told the bartender what he wanted and when he got a drink in his hands saw Y/N come up to the bar with Sam laughing. She did not even look at him. It was as if he was invisible. She got a glass of champagne from the bartender and Sam and she went away again. Steve looked after her.