Avengers Oneshots

Two Types of Scarlet|ScarletWidow

A/N: I got two different requests and I put them together:

Thanks for the requests, guys. I hope you like it. Told from Wanda's point of view.

Nat had an eating disorder. It was the most recent gossip around school and since Nat was a lead ballerina in this year's Nutcracker, she had apparently decided to be thin so she looked even more graceful on stage. It didn't make sense to me that she would throw away her health for something as trivial as one simple performance en pointe. She was already so beautiful and amazing and graceful.

I chew the end of my pencil, trying to figure out what to draw for my two paintings that were due by midnight on New Years. I have a full two weeks and a half to paint... and I have artists block. Believe me, if I could have an idea, I would. Steve sat across from me, a few pictures of his boyfriend scattered in front of him and one of the canvass's already having lines ready for him to paint. I decided to ask to leave the art classroom to go look around campus for inspiration. The art director, Miss Mary Margaret, let me go because she understood my problem, sending me out the door with a pass.

I found myself wandering through the different art portable classrooms, peeking into the windows, finally stopping at the dance portable where Nat was practicing by herself. I opened the door a little bit, sneaking into the room like a goddamn ninja.

"I didn't think anyone would be practicing today? Why are you?" I asked out of nowhere, startling her so badly that she tripped and I dove to catch her, just barely managing.

"Oh. Wanda, was it? I'm the lead part so I have to practice so much. Anyways, why are you here?" She asked. I was so captivated by her green eyes that it took a moment for me to register what she just said.

"Oh! Um...I'm looking around for inspiration for my two paintings that are due by midnight on New Years." I replied. "And I think I might have found it." I added under my breath. "Mind if I come back later to take a few pictures of you if I don't find anything better?"

"No, go ahead. You can do that. I'd be honored." Nat replied before greeting the another dancer, Bucky, and resuming her practice as I left. I wandered around campus for a while longer before returning to the dance portable.

The music was louder this time, so I had no problems taking a few pictures without them knowing that I was watching them dance. Bucky was one of the most beautiful and graceful men I'd seen, but he was pale in comparison to Nat's beauty and grace. When the music ended, Bucky  sank into the most graceful set of splits I'd ever seen that made it look so easy and painless and Nat lifted her leg so that it was parallel to her head before the pair took up their towels, wiping sweat off their bodies.

"That was amazing, Nat, Bucky." I said, startling both of them. They looked at me as if I were a witch or something because of my sudden appearance. "So I couldn't find anything that really inspires me, so can you model for me a little bit, Nat?"

Nat nodded and let me direct how to pose and how to look at the camera and stuff like that. At the end, I had a collection of pictures of the beautiful redhead ballerina. I ran back to my art classroom with the camera full of the pictures.

"Steve. I have what I need." I said, my eyes definitely glittering with how excited I was. Steve clapped and made soft yays. "Also. I saw Bucky practice ballet with Nat. It is true that he has a lot of tattoos and that he has a really flexible set of legs." I added just to see him go as red as his mother's hair. Bucky is his boyfriend, so I enjoyed telling him whenever I saw Bucky or even mentioning him to see his face go an incredibly red color.

I started drawing a rough draft, knowing that I might not sleep tonight until I perfect this drawing.

------two weeks later------

Natasha looks thinner than she should. The Nutcracker was supposed to premiere tonight and she had promised me that she would go out with me later, but by how sickly she looked when she had me do her makeup and help her into her costume that was the least of my concerns. I wanted her to be healthy and happy again, but now she just looked sick and miserable.

"Nat, honey, please don't die out there because of how thin you are." I begged her under my breath as I watched her dance gracefully with Bucky onstage. 

Nat suddenly collapsed and I hurried out onto the stage, wearing a costume I made myself and a pair of black ballet pointe shoes, lifting her up and helping her dance. Bucky seemed to understand and helped cover up the improvisation, gesturing to Steve to drop curtain and cut the music.

As soon as the curtain fell, I carried Nat away to the dressing rooms. She seemed frustrated with herself as I sat down and held her in my lap and she started to cry ugly tears.

"Oh, honey, no. I don't want you to cry about something that you couldn't control." I whispered, carefully wiping away her tears. Bucky came bounding into the dressing room, sitting next to me and Nat. He held out a granola bar for Nat and told me that I might have to take over as Prince to make it seem normal that I came out of nowhere to help Nat.

"Okay, I can do that. I don't mind. I just need to alter my costume and put up my hair and put on a binder." I nodded. 

"As of the moment we're having a surprise five-minute intermission where Sam and Clint are being idiots onstage behind the curtain while Steve desperately tries to get them to shut up because the audience can hear them." Tony said, the rat makeup smeared slightly as he poked his head in. We nodded.

"Alright, I gotta go beat up some idiots with my pointe shoes. Be right back. You better be ready by the time I'm back, Wanda." Bucky said before marching out of the room. I cringed and started to work on altering my costume and putting on a binder.

We finished the show and Nat and I rush back to my home. I had new inspiration for the other painting. Nat sat next to me as I painted a ballerina with bloody toes and extremely thin limbs but a beautiful face and the most beautiful red hair, facing  away from the audience and crying.

"Is that me?" Nat asked as the ballerina took shape.

"Well...no, not really but she is inspired by your struggles as a ballerina." I replied. "I love you so much but you keep beating yourself up to be the perfect ballerina." I sighed heavily, focusing on the painting so I didn't have to look her in the eye.

"I-I love you too, Wanda." Nat replied, hugging me gently. I looked at her and smiled before kissing her softly on the mouth.