Get Lost, Hood

Wanda

Natasha stood stiffly in the line at the concession stand. She was a bit uncomfortable standing here with Bucky at a function where many of her peers were. Mostly because gossip spread like wildfire at her school and she knew she was going to have to deal with more than a few rumors when she returned to school on Monday. Bucky kept giving her a look like he wanted to say something, but never did. It was annoying to say the least. She hated when people didn't say how they felt. Of course, she was very hypocritical in this aspect, and she knew that. Natasha never lied to herself about her feelings, but with others, the line was a bit more blurred.

She found herself constantly having to remind herself that she wasn't really supposed to like Bucky. Natasha didn't really care what she was supposed to do in the eyes of others, but she had a personal stake in disliking Bucky. She was technically a Soc, but she had really only been put there because she hung out with the rich kids and she hadn't hung out with the Greasers. Natasha supposed she was happy. Or as happy as someone as pessimistic as herself could be. She didn't love the labels that had been put onto her, but she generally liked her friends. While Tony was a narcissistic asshole sometimes, he could be kind and he was really a very caring person. The girls of the group got along well. Pepper, Peggy, and herself were all members of the Socs, though they were all a bit more distanced from the actual gang life. Thor, Rhodes, Vis, and T'challa were the guys of the group, with Tony as the leader.

Bucky was one of the leaders of the Greasers, along with Steve. Natasha couldn't imagine that Tony would be happy to see her with one of them. While there was mostly a separation of the gangs by social status, some families and friends had been divided into them for other reasons. While Thor was a Soc, his big sister, Hela, was a lead Greaser. Their kid brother, Loki, was just becoming old enough to be in the gangs and he seemed to have fun floating between the two. That family had divided up purely by who they hung out with. Another version of this divide had been Clint and Natasha. While they hung out with the same people their entire childhood and had been quite close themselves, Clint had chosen to skew away from the Socs and towards the Greasers. He became a complete jerk after that and Natasha had severed ties to him. There was no doubt in Natasha's mind that his behavior was the Greasers' doing.

Bucky finally spoke. "Listen, if you don't want to be seen with me, I get it and you can go wait back at our seats if you want to," he said softly. Natasha was taken aback. Was her discomfort really that easy to spot? She sighed and shook her head. "I appreciate it, but I'm fine and gossip doesn't bother me." Bucky chuckled a bit. Natasha thought his laugh was warm and childish. Almost comforting. He nodded before saying, "Gossip bothers anyone. To some degree at least. Even a cool dame like you." Natasha laughed, but only half-heartedly because she knew he was right.

"My, my, my. What have we here?" Natasha turned around to see where the all too familiar voice had come from. She found Wanda Maximoff behind her smoking a cigarette and smirking at Bucky and her. Her tight pedal pusher pants outlining her silhouette in the semi-darkness and Vis' old letterman's jacket hung over the shoulder like a badge of honor. The two of them had dated in secret last summer. When news got out, drama happened and the two ended up breaking up shortly after that. Natasha didn't care enough to pay attention to know exactly what had happened, but Vis had been devastated. Wanda, however, always looked proud of herself. She may have been a couple years younger than Natasha and Bucky, but she did a lot of dirty work with Hela for the Greasers.

Now she stood in front of them, smiling as wryly as ever. She began to walk towards them. Natasha felt Bucky's hand instinctively move in front of her as if to protect her from harm or keep her from smacking Wanda right then and there. Natasha didn't know which it was, but she quickly slapped his hand away. Wanda chuckled under her breath. "The untouchable Bucky with a chick? And not just any chick. If it isn't the plastic prep herself. Hey, Tasha," Wanda said smugly. Natasha just rolled her eyes. She'd been called a "plastic Soc" numerous times by the Greasers. Natasha made no secret of the fact that she did not always approve of the gang's practices, and that had caused some to think she wasn't loyal. That she was phony and fake. Hence the nickname.

Bucky spoke before Natasha. "Oh kiss off, Wanda." Natasha was a bit upset that she didn't have the chance to defend herself, but wouldn't put up a fight. Wanda only laughed. "Oh, careful boys. This one's protective of his old lady," she said looking back at Natasha. Bucky snapped his fingers and brought her attention back to him. "You, smoking again? I thought I told you to lay off the cancer sticks." Wanda laughed. "I saw you smoking one on the way in here, why shouldn't I," she said as she blew a puff of smoke in Bucky's face. He clenched his fist and went about scolding her. "I'm already hooked, though. As far as I know you aren't. You're barely sixteen, you shouldn't be doin' these." This only caused Wanda to laugh again. This girl was full of laughs and chuckles. They weren't as pleasant as Bucky's. "Just because you're two years older doesn't make you my dad. Lay off."

Wanda then turned to leave. It was only then that Natasha noticed they were at the front of the concessions line. Bucky sighed. "Shall we?"