Runaway

Chapter 15

It's now Saturday and I have two hours to get ready for the party. I still have no clue what I want to wear so I'm currently standing in my closet staring at dresses hoping one will just jump out and say "pick me!" I sigh as I realize that's not going to happen so I walk out of my room and go down to the kitchen to get some caffeine. 

I haven't been sleeping much lately and I knew that I would need as much caffeine as I could drink if I wanted to make through this party without killing anyone. I walk out of the elevator and walk into the kitchen, walking past everyone in the living room. 

"What are you doing?" Steve asks as I walk past him. I turn around and continue walking backwards. 

"Getting coffee." I say, turning back around and grabbing a coffee cup, filling it with some coffee from the pot I made earlier. 

"How many cups does that make?" Bruce asks me as I sit down next to Natasha and Clint. I think for a moment. 

"Ten. I think." I answer, still not quite sure. I shrug at the shocked looks of my teammates. "What? I didn't get much sleep last night. Or the night before." 

"That's not healthy." Steve says. I shrug again.

"Yeah. Well, that's my life." I say. "And if you guys want me to make it through this party without killing anyone, I need coffee." 

"You know what you're wearing, right? You just need to get ready now?" My brother asks for the millionth time. I roll my eyes at his need to be prepared. Why can't he ever just wing it?

"Yes, Steven. I know what I'm wearing." I lie. I then turn to Natasha. "Can you help me find something to wear?" I whisper. She gives me a look that a mother would give to her child when she's about to scold them. 

"You just said you had something already." She tells me. 

"I lied. I need help." I say. She rolls her eyes and stands up. I follow and we walk to the elevator. 

"Where are you two going?" Tony asks. 

"To get ready." Natasha tells him simply, not turning around. 

"But you still have two hours." Clint tells us. I turn around and stop as Natasha keeps walking. 

"Yes. But, unlike you men, we try to look nice." I say, smirking as I hear the arguments coming from the group of males as I catch up to Natasha. We go to my floor and I take her to my room, letting her look through the closet. 

"Alright. What's your mood for tonight?" She asks. 

"I don't want to go?" I say as a question. She steps out of the closet and gives me another one of her "mom looks" as I like to call them. I sigh. "I don't know. Something cute but that I can fight in if I need to." 

"Okay. Give me a minute." She mumbles as she looks some more. I wait a few minutes before she comes back out with a few dresses in her hands. "Try these." I try the first dress on which is a dark grey, floor length dress. I shake my head. 

"Nothing super long. And dark colors seem to suit me best." I tell her. She looks at the dresses she chose and removes a few from the collection. She hands me the rest and I try them on. 

"I left a few dark colored ones in there but you look like a nice person in light colors because you're not as intense looking so I left a lot of those." She tells me. I roll my eyes. I try on a light blue two-piece dress. The skirt falls just above my knees and there's a small part of my stomach showing between the pieces. 

"This one." I say, showing her the dress. She gives me a smile. 

"I knew you'd pick that one." She tells me before patting the chair in front of my mirror. "Sit. Let me do your hair and makeup." I do as she says and sit down.