Caught In The Widow's Web

Ch 56

Saturday

Natasha and I were in her room because she needed help to decide on what to wear for the so called party tonight. I had no idea what I was gonna wear but I'll figure that out later.

"Naaaat. You know I hate dressing up." I groan as I lay back on the blonde's bed.

"It isn't a red carpet look. We're going to a nice party. You should look nice." She speaks from inside her closet.

"I don't even wanna go." I continue.

"You're going!" She tells me.

I sigh looking through my phone.

"Okay what do you think?" She says coming out of the closet.

I look over and when I see what she's wearing a sit up.

"Nope. Nope. Nope. Change. That's- yeah no." I shake my head getting up from the bed.

"You're wearing that to a work gathering? Hell no." I say making my way towards her.

"What do you expect me to wear? A onesie?" She raises a brow, placing a hand on her hip.

"Snaps at the crotch. You'd like that wouldn't you? Now way." I shake my head and she laughs as I go inside her closet and she takes a seat on her bed as she waits.

After searching for a minute I throw her a pair of baggy sweatpants and a hoodie that was big on her as well. She looks down then back up at me.

"You're kidding right? I wear this shit to bed." She says holding up the clothes.

I flop on the bed next to her making her laugh softly.

"Why don't we just ditch the party and watch movies?" I offer.

"Sounds fun but you know they'll bitch about it later on." She sighs.

"I don't want to talk to people. I feel like I have to be someone I'm not." I turn to her leaning on my elbow and she does the same.

"If you stay by my side tonight you'll be fine." She jokes.

"You just want me as your arm candy." I sigh dramatically.

"Maybe." She tilts her head making me shake my head amused.

We don't say anything as we look into each others eyes. I felt like we were leaning into each other, but Natasha clears her throat turning away.

"So what are you wearing?" She asks getting up from the bed.

I swallow thickly, licking my lips while brushing away my thoughts.

"Um I don't know yet. I'll decide when I get back." I clear my throat.

"From?" She asks curiously.

"Buck, Steve and I are going to a barbershop to get haircuts." I explain.

"Why don't you guys just get your haircut from the barber that comes over to cut Tony's hair?" She asks.

"Eh *shrugs* we like the barbershop atmosphere. And the one we go to is very old school gentleman's type barbershop. And Steve told me my old barber is still there and I like how she washes my hair." I explain simply.

"She?" She raises an eyebrow.

"Yeah. Women can be barbers too." I joke and she rolls her eyes.

"I know." She retorts and slides out of her dress and I slap a hand over my eyes.

"You're such a child." I hear her chuckle.

"I'm a gentlewoman. I don't look if I'm not told to look." I say with my eyes still covered.