AN: What I should be doing? Homework. What I did instead? Wrote fanfiction.
Stark parties are so loud. The first thoughts as Natasha walked into the tower. Her second was planning the swift murders of the 27... no, 28 men currently ogling her. I mean, she knew she looked good in her tight fitting black dress, but she's assumed they'd be more... subtle. She assumed wrong.
Attempting to walk to the bar, she felt herself be groped numerous times. After ordering her drink, Vodka and Coke, she knew she needed an escape. Scanning the room, she saw the door leading to the living area of the tower had a newly installed pass code on it. She strode over there before guessing the password, getting it right first time - 2905, really Stark?
Natasha walked in and locked the door behind her. She assumed the room would be empty, however for the second time tonight she had assumed wrong. She turned, her eyes widening as she muttered something in Russian.
Pepper Potts had also decided to hide from the ostentatious party. She stood looking out of one of the large tower windows with her back to Natasha. She wore a short, light pink dress, and her strawberry blonde hair was loose and curly.
After hearing something muttered behind her, she turned around. "Oh, Miss Romanoff." She smiled, and Natasha laughed at the formality. "Miss Potts, please just call me Natasha." Pepper rolled her eyes. "Fine, Natasha, if you'll just call me Pepper."
They stood in silence for a second. Natasha took a long swig of her drink, and set it down on the nearest table. "So, you got tired of being felt up too?" Pepper asked, and Natasha's eyes widened for the second time that night. "Too?" She questioned, and Pepper looked mildly hurt. "Not that you aren't gorgeous." Natasha said quickly. "I just assumed because of who you are in Stark Tech they might treat you better." Pepper smiled, but Natasha continued. "Because, I mean, look at you, that dress, those curls, your eyes..." Her voice trails off as Pepper steps forward.
Outside you could hear Tony through the microphone. "10... 9... 8... 7... 6..." Natasha placed her hands on Peppers waist, pulling her closer. "5..." Pepper wrapped her arms around Natasha's neck. "4..." They stand ever close, enjoying the proxemics of this situation. "3... 2... 1... Happy New Year!"
As the ladies lean in, they hear a loud crash and Pepper screams. They look to the window to see a very drunk Norse god and his hammer laying on the floor. The glass behind him is completely shattered. Pepper sighs. "I'll go get Tony to sort him out." She goes to leave, but feels a hand on her wrist. She gets pulled, whirled, twirled and before she knows it, Natasha's lips are on hers. The kiss was short, sweet and wonderful, and it left Pepper breathless. She looked to Natasha for some form of explanation. The Russian smiled. "Happy New Year."
