Petra Romanoff Chapter 3

Authors Note: I do not own anything from Marvel. The only thing I own is my OC. Please pay attention to the point of view, it's probably gonna change every chapter (maybe multiple times in a chapter) and I don't want it to get confusing for people.

Tony Stark's Pov

I woke up to the sound of a door opening, last night had been fun, actually much better then fun.

"Your still asleep?" Petra said laughing as she walked in.

I groaned, "Where did you go?"

"Shield called me in on a mission about four hours ago, but it was quick so I picked up donuts," She told me while placing a box on the kitchen table.

"I think I would like it better if you came back to bed," I joked, well kind of.

She rolled her eyes, "Well Natasha is coming over soon, so you should probably get out."

"Petra I don't know your middle name Romanoff, are you kicking me out?" I questioned her with my side smirk.

"Shut up Tony, unless you wanna get caught put your pants on," she replied.

"Are you at least coming to the party tonight?" I asked her, hoping it was a yes.

She turned to curiously look at me, "What party?"

I smiled, I completely forgot to tell her, "The Annual Stark Halloween Bash. Which will include the three B's: Babes, Booze, and Blasting music," I paused for a second, "But I don't think I need the first B, since I have the only babe I want with me right now."

She turned away, I knew she was blushing. "I'll be their, I heard throwing parties is the thing you billionaires do best," she snapped back.

I got out of bed and went to wrap my hands around her, "Billionaires are also really good at spending money. And as much as this house is so convenient, with having everything in the same room, I could always buy you a new place."

She unwrapped my arms from around her and raised a eyebrow, "Tony your not gonna be one of those people, are you?"

I was confused, "One of what people?"

"One of those people who throw money at someone every chance they get," she explained to me.

I looked at her apologetic, "I wasn't trying to throw money at you, I was just trying to-"

Suddenly their was a knock on the door, "Hey Petra, I brought croissants, your favorite!"

Crap, it was Natasha. "I didn't know you like croissants," I started, "I'll take you to Paris sometime and we could-"

"What are you Doing! Shut up and put you pants on before she hears you," Petra whispered aggressively at me.

I put on my clothes as quick as I could, "how am I gonna get out of here?" She looked around her one room apartment, "In the closet and be silent, I'll try to get her out of here as fast as I can."

"Hey Nat, What's up?" I heard Petra ask as the door opened.

"Nothing much, I just came by so we could hang out," Natasha said.

"I'm sorry, but I've gotta head out for a Shield mission now, we'll reschedule?" Petra asked.

From in the closet I could feel the disappointment flowing off Natasha. "Ok, why don't I walk you to Shield headquarters?" Natasha asked. Oh crap, I knew she didn't really have a mission.

"Nat, you know if you come there will be less debriefing and more, your sisters the black widow!" Petra explained to Natasha who sighed, "Alright I'll see you later Petra, but you promised to make time."

"I will I promise," Petra explained.

"She's gone you can come out now," I heard Petra tell me.

I climbed out of the closet, "I'm sorry you had to do that," I say. "It's ok I'll make it up with her and maybe if she wasn't so judgmental we wouldn't have to hide it," Petra replied.

I changed the subject quickly, I didn't want to start world war Romanoff, "What should our costumes be for tonight?"

She laughed, "Do you not remember a few minutes you were hiding in a closet? If we go all couple costumes someone's gonna notice, and by someone I mean Natasha."

I knew she was right, but we would make it work, "What if we tried something not obvious but still went together?"

She glanced at me, "Alright, but it can't be obvious." I side smirked, I knew the perfect costumes for us.

Petra Romanoff's Pov

I slipped on my silver sparkly heels that when perfect with my outfit. They were edgy, but not sleazy. I decided to go with being a angel. The wings were pure white, a pretty good price for a last minute costume. I also wore a white dress that shimmered in the lights, it stopped right above my knees. The whole outfit was pulled together by a Halo, truly giving the costume a angelic feeling.

I clutched the side of my dress as I climbed in the limo with Natasha. She was dressed as a cat, in a full latex body suit that only she could pull off without looking trashy. "You look great!" I told her.

She smiled and brushed the hair out of her eyes, "So are you, feeling angelic tonight huh?" I just laughed and smiled.

Natasha grabbed my hand, "Being a angel really does suit you."

"Thanks Nat, being a sexy cat suits you too." We both bursted out laughing.

"Is their a certain someone your hoping to see tonight?" I asked curiously. She rolled her eyes,

"Maybe, if he could pull himself out of the lab for five seconds." I raised my eyebrow, "Banner?" She turned away, almost blushing, i'd never seen her blush before. Who was I to judge though? If she was happy I was happy.

The limo pulled up to Tony's mansion and we both got out. "So how big are Tony's party's exactly?" I asked Natasha.

She smirked back, "Oh, you'll see."

I'll walk in to the mansion, it was huge. Everything was decorated in orange and black. Their must have been like a Gazillion People here. The room was filled with short skirts and pluming necklines. It almost made me feel out of place, but I was secure enough in myself to ignore it.

"It's my two favorite Romanoff lady's," I turned to see Tony approaching. He was dressed like the devil, wearing a red suit and horns. He leaned in to hug Natasha and when Tony leaned in to hug me he whispered, "You look gorgeous, but I can't wait to rip that dress off you later."

I smirked slightly, "Nice to see you again, Mr. Stark."

Natasha laughed, "Call him Tony, he doesn't need any more praise."

Tony gave Natasha a look, "Well Nat, would you like a dance?" I nodded my head telling her to go and I'd be fine, Tony dancing with her would make us less suspicious.

I walked other to the bar, the open bar, to get a drink. "Well fireball, never pictured you as a angel," Clint said from behind me.

I rolled my eyes, "Thanks, I'm feeling the love Clint."

He laughed, "Well I'm sure your feeling the love from Tony."

I snapped my head, crap. "What are your talking about?" I asked causally, I knew it wouldn't work. The only person who knew me better was Natasha, but it was harder for her to tell if I was lying because she thought higher of me.

"Petra, I know how you think. You guys wore subtle costumes that went together, but not obvious enough that you could tell. Tony takes Natasha to dance, you don't want her to know so you he asked her to dance instead of you. And now you just confirmed it with you reaction," Clint explained.

"Please Clint, don't tell her," I pleaded with him.

"Petra, I promised Natasha a long time ago that I would always look out for you, even if you didn't like it. That means telling her things you want to keep secret, Nat should know about you and Tony," Clint told me.

"If your such a honest guy, why didn't you tell her about Berlin?" I snapped back.

He looked me straight in the eyes, "You know just as well as I do that if someone knew what happened in Berlin, it would drag us both down."

I nodded my head, "I know, I was just trying to make a point and I shouldn't have brought Berlin in. It'll hurt us both, and I don't want to change the way my sister looks at me now."

Clint picked up his champagne from the bar counter, "I'll give you a month. Either you tell her about Tony or I will."

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