Just a perfect day
You made me forget myself
I thought I was
Someone else, someone good

~ Lou Reed

They were still discussing the subject when they left the shop for the next one. In the second one, they got Wanda some shirts in a wide variety of colours, some floral button-up shirts and sweaters.

'I can carry one of the bags, they are filled with my clothes.' They were now walking through a park, to go towards the next store.

'I am perfectly fine, thank you very much. It is not really a burden.'

'Alright, but you'd tell me if they become heavy.'

'Of course, I would.' Natasha lied. Wanda knew she did and bumped her shoulder into the spies. The weather, which hadn't been very nice all day, took a turn and raindrops started to fall on their faces and trickle down to their clothes. As they walked down towards the park's exit Wanda looked to her left and saw Natasha's wet face, droplets dripping down her nose, damp hair clinging to her cheeks. The spy saw that the other was looking at her turner her head towards her and smiled, she adjusted some of her bags to free up her right hand and held Wanda's. Wanda drew herself close to the other woman and together they laughed and talked some more until Natasha stopped before a small Korean place, both properly soaking right now.

'I love this place, best Kimchi in the whole city, you want some?' Wanda nodded as the redhead guided her inside. It was small, a bit dishevelled and looked run-down, there was one old-looking woman. Natasha smiled and order some food for her and Wanda, who was seated at a table, whilst looking outside to the people running through the pouring rain.

Natasha sat down opposite of the brunette after ordering, she smiled at Wanda, handing her a green tea.

'Were you enjoying yourself before the rain started?' Natasha asked.

'I still am, it just got a little wet and cold out there.' Wanda said as she warmed her hands on the cup of tea.

'We don't need much more, we need to get a fancy dress and we need to do some grocery shopping, it is my turn to cook tonight, want to help.'

'Of course, I'd love to. Why do I need a fancy dress?'

'Stark likes to throw parties, sometimes for business, sometimes for pleasure. I myself need a new one, the last good one I had, has too much blood on it, don't think I'll go for white this time.'

Their food was handed to them and they started eating it. It was a noodle bowl with cabbage and lots of peppers, it was spicy yet fresh, it was an absolute delight and Wanda ate it as if her life depended on it. Natasha gave her a smile as Wanda looked to her, questioningly with some noodles sticking out of her mouth.

'I take it you like the food.' Natasha smirked, Wanda could only nod as her mouth was still full. They ate the last bit of kimchi, then paid the owner, tipping her generously and walked out into the street. It still rained but the owner had been kind enough to lend them her extra umbrella, Natasha was a regular customer after all.

The umbrella wasn't large which meant they had to huddle up for as to not get wet. They strolled along the streets looking for some dresses and mainly discussing possible dinner plans. Eventually, they decided on making enchiladas and after calling Tony who was going to go to a grocery shopping, as they were out of fruit loops, they went on with their shopping spree.

Eventually, they went into a shop, it looked fancier than any store they had been in so far. That fanciness was probably calculated into the price, Wanda thought, she couldn't ask Natasha to pay for this. The showroom was filled with some of the most expensive dresses she had ever seen.

'Here, this will look really good for you.' Natasha already handed her three different dresses and was searching the store for others. 'Don't you dare look at prices, just try on the red one.' She said over her shoulder picking a couple for her own. Natasha herself had some five dresses to try on, she had given Wanda one more, who herself found three herself to her liking. They went towards the changing areas and both went into opposing booths and showed each other their dresses. Wanda had already decided to get a plain black one and a dark blue cocktail dress, she only had the four Natasha had given her and one of her own. She trusted that whatever Natasha had given her was good, but after some of her own choices fell a bit short, she wanted to save her last pick, her favourite pick, to be the last dress she would show to Natasha.

'How do I look?' Wanda asked, stepping out of the booth, with the red lace dress Natasha had given her. It was a scarlet red dress, it seemed to be made for formal occasions, it was not that revealing.

'Absolutely lovely.' Natasha said, showing her find to the brunette. It was a long blue dress, simple yet formal. 'I'll take this one. Wanda let's try the sundress I handed you, I'll put on mine.'

They did just that and then they showed each other their picks, Natasha's was a plain bright red and it flowed around her as she did a ballerina twirl, it looked perfect for a long day at the beach, or a romantic picnic in the park, Wanda thought. Wanda's own dress was emerald green with a floral pattern. Natasha suddenly came standing closely opposed to Wanda.

'Do you know why I choose this dress.' She almost whispered, this made the brunette shudder.

'No.'

'It is the same shade of emerald, as your eyes. It will draw extra attention to those green orbs of yours.' Wanda blushed,

'Yours looks really good with your lips and hair.'

'Thanks, have you by any chance taken a proper look at my last pick for you.' Wanda shook her head.

'I have chosen one, in which you will not only look good but also really hot. I have not yet gotten my hands on such a dress, so I'll allow you to pick one of me, make me look sexy.' With that, Natasha smiled and retreated back in her changing room, a smirk on her face.

Wanda walked around the store for a while, not able to hide her own excitement on wearing her next two dresses. She held a scandalously short red dress in her hand and a white one of which she thought it was backless, but it turned out to be the deepest vee, she had ever seen. None of these seemed to suit Natasha and her style. Until she found it, the perfect one. She could not contain her smile as she walked back to the changing rooms. She handed the dress to the Avenger and went back to her own room to try on the dress Natasha picked out for her.

That dress wasn't ridiculously short, but too say it was acceptable for a church ceremony was inaccurate. The dress was see-through for the most part, her arms, her chest and back were all decorated with patterns, dividing the see-through dark material with the black material. It fitted her tightly hugged her curves and made her feel attractive for the first time in ages. When they had worked for hydra, she was only to wear prisoner-like clothing and her tenure on the streets had seen her choosing practicality for beauty. Now that she looked back on it, she never wore dresses like this, her parents were not that well of and the cheapest clothes worked best for them.

'Wanda.' A voice came through the curtains.

Wanda didn't hear her, she kept looking at her own reflection, she looked more beautiful than ever, but it felt wrong, she wished Pietro was here. Her eyes started becoming moist and eventually, tears started rolling down her cheeks.

'Wanda, are you okay?' Natasha stood outside the curtain. When she heard the weeping, she stepped in. She saw Wanda standing there, crying and looking at herself at the mirror. She only then noticed Natasha there. She hugged the other woman and held her tightly.

'Thank you, Nat.' She said as Natasha started to stroke her hair, fingers tangled in long brown wavy locks. 'Anytime.' She whispered in Wanda's ear, Wanda started to explain her emotions and calmed down again.

Natasha then let go of her and looked her up and down, eyes wide as they scanned the Sokovian in front of her.

'You look absolutely stunning, printsessa.' Natasha said, with full adoration in her eyes.

'Turn around,' Wanda spoke, and Natasha did a little twirl and then showed some extra skin. 'You look not too bad yourself.'

Just as Wanda, Natasha's dress was black but very different. Natasha's dress went all the way down to her heels, where the black faded to scarlet red. The dress was strapless and revealed her freckled shoulders. Long sleeves going to over the palm of her hand. The dress hugged every curve and inch of muscle of her body. But Wanda's favourite part was the skirt of the dress, which was open on the left side, it showed her pale, milky legs almost all the way up to her hip. It made Wanda's mouth water.

'I take it you like it.' Natasha smirked. 'Let's try the last one, it is getting late and we have to cook dinner. I'm not that sure about my dress, it might be a bit out of my style, it is still black but different.' With that, she left Wanda's booth and returned to her own. Left alone again, Wanda put on her last dress, it was of white velvet, it looked elegant and was a lot warmer than some of the others. She really liked the way it looked on her and she kept watching herself in the mirror.

'I think I am ready, are you?' Natasha's voice came across the rooms.

'Yes,' Wanda said, turning around and opening the curtain.

Wanda's eyes went wide as she saw Natasha in almost the same exact dress as hers, the only difference was the colour and the fact that maybe Natasha filled hers better. Whereas Wanda's dress was white, Natasha's was black. She could already imagine how the spy would look when her hair was done up, her lips red and dark. Natasha had a sly smile on her lips as she looked the shorter woman up and down.

'Oh, we are definitely taking these dresses.' Natasha said. They packed and got out again. Natasha had begrudgingly given Wanda one of the bags, as they had become so numerous that it was difficult for one person to carry them. She was up into her own though, lost in her own world when Wanda's free-hand pulled on hers and dragged her into a tiny shop.

The shop was filled with old dusty records and band-merch. Natasha saw the brunette's eye light up as she walked amongst the cramp rows of albums and singles. It had only been moments and Wanda had handed her multiple records for her to hold. Natasha looked down at the vinyl. Most of it was heavier stuff than she used to listen to, Slipknot, Black Sabbath and Avenged Sevenfold's albums where pushed in her hands. After some searching from Wanda, some softer music was added, like Rumours.

Wanda saw Natasha's slight look of distaste as she looked at an album with a drawn, bloodied, naked woman on the floor.

'Come on, that is Bullet for my Valentine's Poison, it has Tears don't fall, an instant classic.'

'Do you even have a record player.'

'Found one.' Wanda pointed at a player in a glass case and looked at Natasha, with pleading eyes.

'I'll buy it, but you will listen to stuff that I like as well.'

'Which is?'

'Mainly Tchaikovsky, but I can enjoy some Chopin from time to time.'

'Only classical?' Wanda said with disbelieve.

'Well not only, but mainly, I never got really into music other than the ballet I had to do.'

'Here I thought that the captain was time-displaced, I'm getting you acquainted with modern music.'

'Modern? I have here; Velvet Underground, Elton John and even Metallica.'

'I love Metallica, it is the best.' She looked at a special section for just her favourite band in the shop.

'No, it is not, it is loud and full of screaming, not a composition in their songs.'

'Well, I like it, in fact, I want this hoodie of their merch.' Natasha picked up the hoodie Wanda had given her and began paying when the brunette interrupted her by asking a question to the young man at the counter;

'Excuse me, but my friend and I are searching for this one album, could you tell me if you have it in store?'

'Yes ma'am, which album?' The man asked, he had this face tattoo, Natasha knew his parents must have disapproved of.

'S&M.'

'Kinky.' Natasha smirked and Wanda blushed. The man handed Wanda the album, and Natasha went to reach for it, but Wanda pulled it away.'

'I want to buy this from you. Pietro and I had some small savings left over.' Natasha shook her head as Wanda continued. 'Please, let me do this for you, let me thank you.'

'Fine.' Natasha said. She paid for the albums and the hoodie and walked out again. This time Wanda had to carry a lot of the bags, Natasha had taken over the heavier record player and most of the clothing bags, and Wanda's armed were now filled as well.

It was only a short walk back to the tower and they made it within twenty minutes. Natasha and Wanda had walked to their rooms and they had unloaded their new items respectively their own rooms.

Eventually, Natasha had changed out of her still damp clothes and knocked on the other woman's door, she wasn't sure she could hear her as there were some records playing very loudly.

'Printsessa, we have to go make food, you won't like me when I'm hungry.'