Hi again guys! :D

This is not the last chapter, lol, I am addicted to writing this stuff, I think it's actually bad for my health (or at least my exam grades) :P .
I have no idea what kind of dance opens a prom, so I went with a slow-ish dance. Lol.

I hope you enjoy this chapter, as I really enjoyed writing it. :D

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The day of the dance rolled around, and I found myself becoming nervous. It was the first time that me and Natasha would be open about our relationship to anyone other than our close-knit group of friends that were the Avengers. And for some reason, I was a little nervous about coming out to the entire school.

However, despite all my worries, I knew somehow that it would be fine.

I knew Natasha would make sure no-one got too close to bullying, as I knew could happen if we weren't careful. I trusted her. And coming from me, that honestly meant a lot.

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I looked at myself in the mirror when I had changed into my dress. I had to say, it was beautiful. I had applied a little red lipstick and the minimum amount of eyeliner I could get away with to match the dress. My hair was styled in gentle waves that hung around my shoulders. I had bought a pair of low black heels to go with my outfit, and I was wearing them now also. I was kind of worried about them, as I never wore heels, and I knew first hand what it's like to embarrass myself in front of the whole school, and had no desire to do so again.

I had asked Liam to drive me to the dance, so he was going to drop me off early before looping round to pick up his girlfriend, Jane.

"You okay? You look nervous." he said when we were sat in his car.

"Yeah, no, I'm fine." I said, altogether not very reassuringly. "I am a bit nervous, I guess." I amended. "But it's fine."

He nodded and put his foot on the gas.

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We arrived in plenty of time (obviously) and Liam waved me goodbye as he drove off to collect Jane.

I looked around the yard in front of the school, trying to spot Natasha or any of our friends.

I saw Tony talking to Clint at the opposite end of the yard, so I made my way over there.

Tony let out a low whistle when he caught sight of me, and I blushed fiercly. He grinnned and said,

"Hey Jen! Looking good. Nat's gonna have a hard time keeping her hands off you." he winked and I blushed even deeper, if that were possible.

"Have you seen Natasha?" I asked, willing my blush to go down.

"Nope." he said, popping the 'p'.

"Said she'd be a bit late. You guys wanna go inside?" Clint said.

We wandered inside the school, and Clint led us into the hall they were using for the dance. It was spacious, with a wooden table running around two adjacent walls with nibbles placed on silver plates dotted on the tables. A wooden stage was set up at the far wall, lights flashing from black boxes.

A disco ball was attatched to the ceiling, the lights from the stage reflecting off it, creating pretty patterns on the walls.

"Phil!" Clint yelled, hurrying over to his boyfriend, leaving me and Tony alone.

Since there was no silence where there was Tony Stark, Tony immediately started talking about something.

"So, how are you and Natasha?" he asked eventually.

I couldn't help my face heating up as I remembered how wonderful our three dates had been, and all the time in between as well, like the time when we had shared her bed having fallen asleep watching a movie, or the time she wrapped my hand gently in bandages after I slit myself on her knife. Little things, but somehow, so special, each moment so precious.

"Amazing." I answered quietly. Then I decided that that was inadequate to express my feelings for Natasha, so I started rambling. "I mean, she's amazing. And wonderful, and funny and beautiful and I can't imagine a day without her now that I have her."

"Well that's good, 'cause I'm not leaving." Came a soft voice from behind me. I whipped around, startled, to see Natasha standing there; she looked absolutely gorgeous. She was dressed in a full-length, black dress which hugged her figure perfectly, showing off everything, the V-line cut so tantalisingly to curve at just the right place.

I gaped at her for a moment before saying shakily, "You look beautiful."

"Thank you Jenny." she smiled. "You look amazing."

She took my hand and entwined our fingers.

"Would you like to dance?" she asked, and I noticed for the first time that music had started playing.

Then Tony went and ruined the moment (again) by saying,

"I'll leave you to it then." And winking at us before strolling off to find Steve.

Natasha rolled her eyes and turned back to me.

I grinned.

"You still want that dance?"

"You bet."

We made our way slowly onto the floor, where a dozen or so other couples were already dancing.

Natasha held our entwined hands up to chest level, and placed her other hand loosely on my waist. I slid my hand up to grip her shoulder, looking into her beautiful grey eyes as we began to dance. They were simple steps, backwards, forwards, left, right, so it didn't matter that I had never practised them before. I was a quick learner. I began looking down at her feet as we stumbled through the first steps with grins wide on our faces and laughter bubbling in our throats. However, after a few minutes of gaining our balance and concentrating on the steps, we had pretty much mastered the few basic steps. The song was not slow, but neither was it fast, just perfect for our first dance.

It seemed natural after a while, as if we knew where the other was going to step and matching it with equal grace. We danced effortlessly, like we were made for each other.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from her face, even if I had wanted to. Her eyes were sparkling, her face lit up in a beautiful smile. Her soft red hair framed her face perfectly, falling to just below her jawline in soft waves.

The song ended and we slowed, staying in our position, in our own little bubble of perfect for a few more moments before Natasha said,

"It's beautiful out. I was gonna go watch it from the balcony. Wanna come?"

I nodded, breathless, unsure of whether I would be able to form coherent sentences yet.

She led me by the hand out to the balcony across from the door where we came in. It had a spectacular view of the city, and the thousands of twinkling stars above us. It was truly breathtaking.

We stood for a moment, staring out into the heavens, until I felt Natasha's eyes on me.

I turned slowly to face her, and my breath was stolen yet again. The light from the full moon cast a glow upon her features, making her eyes shine.

My hand came up to rest on her cheek, hers sliding up to my waist.

We both leaned in, slowly, our eyes flitting closed the closer we got.

Our lips met, and fireworks went off along my skin, as perfect as the first time.

Standing there, holding the most precious thing in my life, against the stars in the background, I knew it was the right moment.

I pulled away gently, to look into her eyes.

"Natasha?" I said, slightly hesitantly.

"Yes Jen?" she whispered.

"I love you."

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