You are a genius, and when you get invited to one of Tony Stark's parties, your life changes forever.
Growing up as an orphan (no, none of the Avengers is your parent, I apologize), your life has been tough. You weren't prepared for it to get tough...
"Which car are we gonna take?" Natasha asked as she walked through Tony's large garage of fancy sports cars.
"Oh! I like that one!" Wanda grinned, pointing to a sleek (Y/F/C) convertible.
"Are we seriously allowed to drive these?" you asked, running your hands on the spotless car.
"Probably not," Natasha admitted. "But if we wreck the car, it'll be fine. Tony can just get a new one."
You shrugged and slid into the backseat.
"Where are we going, anyway?" you asked.
"Well," Natasha said, pulling out of the garage as the engine roared. "Wanda and I are going to take you shopping for some new clothes, and then we'll grab some food on the way out."
"Guys, this is really nice," you started, "but I can't pay for new clothes."
Wanda laughed, whipping out a credit card. "Don't worry. You aren't paying."
You scrunched up your eyebrows. "Then who is?"
"Stark," they both answered at the same time.
You pulled up to the GIANT mall.
"Whoa," you couldn't help but whisper. Wanda placed a credit card in your hand but surprised you, even more, when she pulled out two more, one for herself and one for Natasha.
"Is Stark going to get mad?" you asked. You were pretty much spending his money on whatever you wanted.
"Nah," Natasha insisted. "This is Stark's job. He just makes everyone look cooler."
Again, you were hit in the face with confusion, because you were pretty sure he did at least a little more than that. But whatever. Today was your day. A new start.
"Let's go!" Wanda squealed.
"Wait! Don't we need disguises?" you asked.
"Right!" Wanda said, pulling three pairs of sunglasses out of the convertible.
You cocked your eyebrow. Sunglasses were all you needed? Even at HYDRA, you had more than this, and you were still recognized everywhere.
"Don't worry," Natasha comforted. "This works every time."
You nodded and slid on the sunglasses. You three walked into the store, an abundance of clothes hanging on every wall.
"I don't even know where to start," you admitted.
"Oh! I have an idea," Natasha grins, a little flicker of mischievousness in her eyes. You didn't know if you wanted to hear it, but you couldn't do anything to stop her. "How about Wanda and I pick an outfit for you, and if they fit, that's what we'll buy."
It sounded like an okay idea. You wouldn't have to wander aimlessly around the store, and you have two fashionable people picking out clothes for you. However, both Wanda AND Natasha looked way too excited to do this. But you didn't have any other ideas so...
"Fine," you said. "What should I do while I wait?"
"You can look around the store, and then we will send a text when we're ready."
As soon as you nodded, Wanda and Natasha sprinted into the depths of the store, barely hitting people as they ran. They were 5-year-olds trapped in adult bodies.
You wandered around the store when you're eyes fell upon a shirt that made your mouth curve into a small grin. Cap would sure get a kick out of this. You grabbed the shirt along with a pair of sweatpants. You doubted Wanda and Natasha would pick something that wasn't for a mission, so this would be your 'lazy day' outfit.
Your cell phone, which was provided by Stark, buzzed in your jeans pocket.
Natasha
We're both ready. Meet by the dressing rooms.
Already? Based on the huge selection of styles and sizes, it would have taken you an hour to find a full-on outfit. But then again, they were Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff.
You wandered through the clothing racks, having trouble navigating the store. You seemed to be going in circles until you caught a flash of red hair.
"Did you get lost?" Natasha laughed.
"Shut up," you grumbled. "Let's just try on the clothes."
Nat was about to hand you her pick when her eyes fell upon what you were holding.
"Is that Cap's shield? On a shirt?" she laughed.
You grinned back. "Yes. Now let me try on the outfit."
(If you hate the outfits please don't spam my comment section. Just imagine a new outfit. Images are not mine.)
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"You really didn't leave out anything, did you?" you said, walking out of the dressing room.
"Nope! You need the accessories to blend in. It looks great on you, so I don't care if you hate it. We're getting it."
You shrugged. "Wanda, can I have the outfit you picked out?"
She placed it in your hands. "Natasha's was more for going somewhere, so I picked out some comfy clothes for workouts. Keep in mind that you have your outfit and Natasha and I also threw some random things in the cart, too."
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Both of the items fit, so Wanda and Natasha called it a day.
"Let's go checkout!" she exclaimed, pulling out the credit cards.
"Are we seriously going to need all three?" you asked.
"Well, we picked out A LOT of other things for you, and Wanda and I also picked some stuff out for ourselves," Natasha admitted, not looking one bit guilty. "So maybe."
You decided that if Stark got mad at you guys, you would just point your finger at Natasha.
"You know, I'm getting pretty hungry," Wanda said as her stomach growled.
"We just checked out. We could get some food at the tower," you said, feeling hunger gnaw on your stomach.
"(Y/N), I know you lived off PB&J for a while, but today we have a day off. Ice cream for lunch?" Natasha asked.
Wanda, being the kid she was inside, nodded like crazy. Ice cream was something you hadn't had in a while. The last time you had it was with your parents. In fact, it was one of the last things you did with your parents before they were murdered by HYDRA.
But you were starting over.
"Sounds great."
AHHHHH this chapter was kinda terrible... next one will be better.
