Another Infamous Stark Party P.2
It’s about 8 o’clock, so you have to get ready for this stupid party. It starts at 9, so you still have some time. You look through your closet, you pick out a simple black tight knee length dress. It’s honestly a bit more revealing than you would like, but you don’t really own a lot. You match this with a pair of red bottom heels that Tony got you last year for Christmas. While you finish doing your makeup, you let down your long Y/H/C hair; you hear a knock at your door. “Hey, it’s me,” Nat says in a muffled voice through the door. “Come in,” you respond. She walks in wearing a tight red form fitting dress. She has on a pair of red pumps and looks gorgeous. ‘This is why I liked her so much’ you think to yourself.
“Wow, for someone who’d rather run away than go to this party, you look amazing.” Natasha states honestly her green eyes looking you up and down. You blush, “Well, you look pretty stunning yourself,” you say as you try to get those thoughts out of your head.
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Its about 9:30 so you both decide to go downstairs. When you get down to the party, you loop your arm through hers and head straight to the bar. Natasha’s phone rings, “Sorry, I’ll be right back,” She says in your ear. She heads out onto the balcony so she can hear. You turn to the bar tender, “Two screwdrivers, extra heavy please,” you order your guys’ drinks. As you’re waiting a ‘gentlemen’ about in is late 50’s comes over to you. “Hello, you are far too gorgeous to be here all alone,” he says touching your shoulder. You brush his hand off, “I’m with my friend, so no worries,” you respond turning around while rolling your eyes, while you grab your drinks. “How about we go somewhere quiet?” he asks leaning in. “No. Thanks.” You say bluntly, backing away. The smell of bourbon comes off his breath, “Come on honey, not even for 2,500$,” he says as his hand starts to meet your hip. You’re trying to restrain yourself, not wanting to cause a scene. “No, sorry ask someone more desperate.” You say in a snarky tone. “I’ll add more if you’re a good gir—,” the man stopped mid-sentence.
“Hey, it was Clint he claims he ‘got lost’,” Natasha says as she slides next to you and grabs her drink.
“Is this your friend?” The overbearing man asks. “Yes, as you can see I’m busy.” You turn to face Nat and sigh in irritation. Natasha looked at you cocked eyed; the man moved to face the both of you, “I’ll throw in 100k if she joins,” he said while brushing a strand of your hair out of your face. Natasha got mad, real mad. She swatted his hand away. Then she got up to him, “Look down,” she said seductively, his face turned ghost white when he realized she had a knife on his…you know what. “If I ever see you again. If you ever talk to her again. I’ll cut more than your pride, capice?” She said in a harsh monotone voice. With that, the man left the party. “I think you made him shit his pants,” you say with a laugh. “Good, I’ve had enough human interaction for the evening. Do you think Tony will get mad if we leave?” She asked not looking at you, as she downed her drink fast. “Yeah we can leave, are you okay?”
“Yeah I’m fine. Let’s go back upstairs,”
Natasha’s POV
It’s about 9, I should go check on Y/N
WOW, y/n you are not making me not think about you an easy job
She looped her arm through mine, UGH these fucking butterflies need to leave. THEY ARE NOT WELCOMED
Ugh, Clint what do you want now?
You’re lost, really?? Dumbass
Who the fuck is this?
WHAT THE FUCK DID HE JUST SAY??? I SHOULD FUCKING KILL HIM FOR TOUCHING MY Y/N!
“Yeah I’m fine. Let’s go back upstairs,” Okay Nat, you can do this…
To be continued…