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"You know, the whole point of going out tonight was to have fun. Not to sit around in the corner and sulk all night."

She can barely see, the club lights blacking out everywhere but the dance floor, but she knows him well enough to know he's rolling his eyes at her.

"I'm not sulking. I just don't enjoy this kind of stuff." He's leaned back against the booth, a cold bottle in between his fingers, and Natasha slides in across from him.

"It's because you never go out and dance. No one ever come out here unless they're going to dance or hook up with somebody." She swipes the bottle from him, taking a drink before passing it back. It's not the vodka she had been drinking all night, but it would work for now.

"No offense Nat, but I really don't want to meet a girl here." He sets the bottle down in between them, making it easier to reach.

"So you're waiting for Linda from the café then?" She smiles, because she knows his answer before he even says it, and even if he never lets her set him up with girls, it's still fun to tease him.

"You know what Romanoff, why don't you stop worrying about my love life and focus on you and Wanda's."

If Natasha had a drink in her mouth she would've spit it everywhere.

"Funny Rogers. In case you haven't noticed, Wanda and I are friends, and only friends." She's gotten better in the art of denial over the last few weeks, and her voice doesn't even crack.

"Natasha, you've been staring at her all night."

"I'm just watching her to make sure she doesn't get too drunk." He raises his eyebrow at her and Natasha wants to smash her head into a brick wall. He clears his throat awkwardly.

"Natasha, you do know it's okay if you have feelings for her right? I mean, I'm not judging you, even if back in the day it was–"

"Steve, I love you, I really do, but can we please not have this conversation?" Her voice is quiet, and a little strained. "Look, I'm just going to go dance okay? I'll be back later."

She's mixing into the crowd of people dancing before he can call her back over. She had been excited for this night, it was a night she desperately needed. To relax, to not think about anything other than having fun, and to wear her brand new dress.

The material clung to her skin like a glove, the black fabric stretching and hitting her in all the right places before ending high up on her thighs. The top of the dress fitted her body a little tighter than she wanted, but the stretch fabric covered her breasts, and then faded into fish net sleeves. Her red hair was curled into tight ringlets and her lips were bright red, going well with her Smokey eye shadow and black high heels. She was confident in her looks, and she always noticed all the stares she got when she went out in public like this.

Even Wanda had stared at her when she had laid eyes on the Russian woman.

The memory had Natasha smirking before she shook her head. Tonight was about not thinking, and Wanda was definitely something she needed to not think about if Steve was noticing her lingering looks. Her eyes scanned the crowd around her, but a slight bump knocked her off balance, and sent her crashing into a firm back.

"Well what's a pretty thing like you doing without a dance partner?" A husky voice filled her ears. This was it. Her distraction for the night.

"Just looking for the right one, that's all." Her lips curled up into her usual seductive smile as she pulled the guy with her to dance. Their bodies were meshing together, and his hands were gripped tightly around her waist, but before Natasha could even do anything about it another voice interrupted them.

"Natasha! Oh thank God I found you."

The red head turned; dread filling her stomach as she stared at the woman who plagued her thoughts. Wanda was dressed in a similarly tight two tone mini dress. The top half was red, with halter strap and a low cut cowl neck, Wanda had a long dangly necklace on that swung down to her belly button. The bottom of the dress was black, but as Natasha looked closer she saw the back of the dress was low cut as well, showing off more skin than she was used to seeing from the girl. Her hair was pulled up into a high, but messy, up-do and her make-up was pretty natural.

Natasha was so screwed.

She shook her head, trying to dispel her thoughts and focus on what she was saying to her. She quirked an eyebrow, opening her mouth to figure out what the hell was going on, but before she could question Wanda, another man slid up beside the trio.

"There you are! I've been looking for you all over. I left to get our drinks and then you just disappeared on me." He was a tall guy, he towered over Natasha easily, with dark shaggy hair and brown eyes. Wanda's eyes pleaded with her to help as she accepted the drink, but didn't dare drink from it. The guy had snaked his arm around Wanda's waist, digging his face into her hair as he pulled her closer.

Wanda was squirming so bad that Natasha would have felt awful to leave her there. She stepped away from her cute distraction and closer towards Wanda, her hands snaking out to grab her.

"Sorry boys, I owe my girlfriend here a dance." She tried to pull Wanda with her, but she was still tucked tightly into the strangers side.

"I'm sure you wouldn't mind if I kept her a little while longer, would you doll?" His voice was low, and Natasha had to take a deep breath to calm herself before speaking.

"I think she might mind." She said grinning as she pointed at Wanda.

"Yeah, we came here together and we've barely spent a dance together so I really need to be going." The politeness in Wanda's voice put Natasha on edge, but the man still didn't relinquish his hold.

"Well if you guys haven't spent any time together it's hard to believe you're an item." The smirk on his lips drove Natasha over the edge.

"Listen buddy. This is my girlfriend and if you don't back off in the next two seconds you're going to get your face bashed in. Got it?"

Wanda's worried eyes were her first clue that her anger was truly shining through in this moment. He let go of Wanda slowly and two words were all it took to set the girl off.

"Prove it."

Before Natasha could deck the guy and do just that, Wanda had buried her hands deep in Natasha's hair and pulled her down for a searing kiss. The red head gripped her partners' hips tightly, reciprocating the aggressiveness put into their kiss. Natasha dos everything to remind herself this was acting, and to treat it like a mission. It was hard to do that when Wanda was scratching at her scalp like that, and the way she was pressing her body against Natasha's. By the time they both pulled back, fully satisfied with themselves, the guy had stomped away in an angry tantrum.

"Thanks for that." Wanda said breathlessly.

"Yeah, what are friends for?" Natasha cleared her throat and stepped back, trying to put a little space between them, but Wanda grabbed her hand and with a small wink she drug her to the middle of the dance floor. It took Natasha two songs to realize Wanda wasn't going to let her leave, and that they were suddenly a lot closer than they were when they started dancing. It took her two more to really let go and start enjoying herself. Soon enough the two girls were dancing and hanging all over each other without a care in the world.

It took Natasha the rest of the night to realize Wanda never apologized for kissing her