Dangerous Accomplices
Author's Note: I know, I'm awful and I'm back! I probably should update Assembling Required and Catch Me if You Can, but this was just calling my name! The temptation is too hard to resist! Anyway, I hope you like this, and I hope it isn't too short than my usual long chapters!
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"Miss Romanoff, please hold still."
"I've been standing here for over half an hour." Natasha stated. Her father, Mr. Romanoff was having yet another party and he insisted on having a custom-made dress for Natasha. As if her walk-in closet wasn't filled with clothes already. He said it was for political purposes, but Natasha knew it was just an excuse for her to meet someone. Even if Clint Barton, the son of a wealthy businessman was propositioning her. It was the twenty-first century, but Mr. Romanoff was quite old-fashioned in some ways.
Vivian, Natasha's dressmaker, was trying to get the dress perfect, or as close to perfect as possible.
"Natasha. You complain too much. What have I told you about patience?" Someone said behind her. It was Steve. Steve was her twenty-three year old best friend. Aside from being skilled in the arts of ballet and painting, Steve was the one to teach Natasha self-defence.
"Steve!" Natasha leapt off on the platform and hugged her tall friend. Steve was away in the army most of the time, so they barely got to hang out.
"How's your dad?" Steve asked.
"The usual. He's having a party next week. You know how I don't like parties." Natasha shrugged.
"Do you have to go?"
"Since I'm the mayor's daughter," Natasha huffed. "Father says I have to go."
"Are you sure? Because of the…" Steve shifted.
Natasha looked away. "Will you stick with me the entire time?"
"Of course. What's this party about anyway?" He smiled softly.
"He says it's another political thing, but we both know that he's trying to get me married."
"What happened to Clint Barton?"
"He is way too boring and I do not want to marry him. All he ever talks about is himself and his archery." She rolled her eyes.
"You two would be perfect for each other. Who's the one who is always talking about herself?" Steve chuckled.
"Then you can go marry him if he sounds so good to you." Natasha teased. It was no secret that Steve liked guys way more than girls.
"Sons of wealthy businessmen aren't appealing to me." Steve shrugged.
"Either way, I'm still only nineteen. I'm too young to get married."
"Your dad wants you to be happy." Steve said.
"I'd be happy if he'd just let me do what I want. I'm tired of him telling me how to live my life." Natasha scowled.
"Miss Romanoff." Vivian coughed.
"Time to get back to being nearly stabbed with pins. You know where everything is." She smiled sadly and gave Steve one last hug before returning to the platform.
Author's Note: Oh my Odin, I hope it didn't suck!
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