I pull myself into the dress. "Natasha, I don't understand what makes me look good in this dress." I call from the bathroom. I heard her laugh and call back to me. "Stop being so negative." I walk out the bathroom and catch myself in the mirror. The dress hugs my torso and then flares out slightly at the bottom, around my knees. My upper arm is laced with the straps as they curl around me to my back. Overall the dress shows off a lot of my skin. The black, the colour of the dress, really doesn't go on me. Well, I don't think so anyway. "Wow, I'm jealous. I wish I looked that good." Natasha says and she pulls herself in front of my mirror. Her dress is a tight cocktail dress that hugs her in all the right places. The blue brings out her hair colour, but in the best way possible. "I haven't a clue about hair. Do something nice with it will you?" She asks. "Wait! You're leaving me? I have to do my own hair?" She nods her head. "Look, I need to go and make myself look presentable. I'm sure you can do the same sweetie." She says laughing as she leaves the room. I sigh and look at myself. I walk over to Wanda's room. "Come in." She says after I knock. "Wow, who made you look like that?" She says gawping over the dress. "It's not hard, of course it was Natasha." I say looking at Wanda. "You don't look too bad yourself." I say admiring the red dress that bounces around her. "Anyway, I came here to ask if I could borrow your curlers?" Wanda looks at me like I'm mad. "Do you want me to help you?" She asks, clearly not trust me. "I'm proving to Natasha that I can make myself look half decent. So, no thankyou. But can I borrow them?" I say asking again, this time with a big smile of my mouth trying not to laugh. "Of course, just don't burn yourself." I nod my head and go back to my room.
Natasha knocks at my door. She enters and stands in one spot. I see her mouth drop. "How the hell did you do that?" She says. I panic. "I know, please help. It look crazy. Horrible crazy." She shakes her head. "It looks, amazing." She says closing her mouth. All I did was curl my hair and I put it up using a clip. "Here, put your shoes on. I see you did you're make up to?" She asks looking impressed. I sit on my bed and clip the black heel in. "I have to admit, Wanda did the make up." I say laughing. "Either way, you're going to make a good impression on everyone at the party. It's just a shame about your hands." I look down at them and frown. Whenever I look down at my hands I see the image of Steve gently applying a bandage to my hands and then...the kiss. I snap out of it. I pull my hands in towards me, hiding then. Seconds later I regret it as they start to burn because of the raw skin. I stand up. "Shall we go out?" I say smiling again in a reassuring way. I walk towards the door and grab the door handle. I feel a hand on mine, pulling me back. I wince and the hand lets go. "Are you sure you're alright, Esme?" Natasha says. I nod my head. "Come on." I beg. "We're going to be late."
We walk in together and I grab a drink off the side. Only a small glass of champagne. I see Steve and walk the other side of the building. I stand next to the pool table and watch the game that's going on. Soon I get bored, it was obvious that Sam was going to win, not Tony. Makes a change. I walk over to the corner of the room and sit on the couch. A few minutes later I feel the seat go down as someone sits next to me. I look round and see Clint sitting down next to me. I look at him for a second. "What? I can't sit next to my friend?" He asks and I shake my head. A few minutes later the silence is broken. "What did you do to you're hands? Punch a wall?" He asks. I smile at him to distract him from me pulling my hands close to me and wrapping them up in my dress. He looks down to my hands, that I am trying to hide. He pulls my hands out. He frowns. "Come with me." He says and pulls me up and we walk to the elevator. "Where are we going?" I ask. Before he can answer the question he has pulled me into the hospital ward. "It's fine-." Clint says dismissing the doctors. "-I've got it." He pulls me into a side room and pulls out some bandages. I think of Steve. "Clint-" I say and he hushes me. "Clint, Steve has already done that." I say trying to get him to stop. "I guess you had a hard time with the punching bag didn't you?" I nod my. "Why have you bandaged them back up?" I ask. "They need to heal and be in the open air." Clint stops what hes doing and looks at me. "You know, I've been around a bit. The marks on your hand don't look like you've been in a fight. They make you look like you are trying to self harm. I don't think anyone at this party needs to think that someone on the Avengers are doing that kind of shit." He looks at me. "Don't you agree?" I nod my head. "Now you can tell people that you got hurt in a mission." He finishes the bandages and we walk back to the elevator. "Sorry about that." He says when we get into the walls of the elevator. I shake my head. "It's fine, it's nice to know someone's looking out for me."
