Grape; Ball; Permission
Words: Grape; Ball; Permission
Fandom: Marvel
Steve stood in the corner of the room and watched the people mingle among themselves, talking about the fundraising event and the children that were being helped in Uganda. Leave it to Stark to find the most obscure reasons to dress up and organize a ball, to find a way to present his wealth for the world to see. He was really the luckiest guy in the world, to have to lead a team with the most pompous idiot in the world in it. He scanned the crowd, hoping to find familiar faces, hoping to find one very specific red head. He jumped when someone suddenly slid into the space next to him.
“What are you doing, hiding away in a corner like this, handsome? Is Christen from engineering not interested in a dance with Captain America?”
Steve scowled, recognizing the voice immediately.
“Haven't you had enough, trying to set me up with the girls from the office?”
He caught Natasha's smirk from the corner of his eye.
“I will stop as soon as you answer the invitation from Nelli in the Mechanical Department.”
Steve turned fully towards Natasha fully intending to retort back that he was not interested in Nelli, thank you very much when he nearly choked. Natasha stood in front of his, in a grape-colored strapless dress, looking like an angel out of a painting. Natasha took his silence as a cue to continue.
“I am pretty sure that Lisa the pilot is also interested in a date with you.”
Steve swallowed thickly, glaring down at the dress. “What the hell are you wearing?”
Natasha frowned. “What do you mean? This is the height of fashion old man.”
“No, I mean what the fuck are you wearing? Every single fucking man here will be staring at you.”
Natashas eyes flared with anger. "I am a grown ass woman Steve, I don't think I need your permission, especially in an area where you clearly have no knowledge in: the fashion of women”
She turned around and walked off into the crowd, leaving Steve standing in his corner, alone again.