New fic, this one is a poly story, I hope you will like it and please check out my other story Nothing Else Matters, I have wrapped part one up, I'm really proud of it and think you'll like it if you like this one. Most of my stories are on AO3, where I have a more regular updating program.

She's a certified mind blower
Knowing full well that I don't
May suggest there's somewhere from which I might know her
Just to get the ball to roll
Drunken monologues, confused because
It's not like I'm falling in love, I just want ya
To do me no good
And you look like you could

Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on
Number one party anthem

~ Arctic Monkeys

'Piet, I don't want to go clubbing tonight.' Wanda said as she applied make-up to her face, her hair was done up in a clean updo, which displayed her long neck.

'Come on, sis, Clint is taking us for drinks,' Pietro said as he turned his head around the corner, 'You look, good sis.'

'I have an interview for the job at Mar-Vell, I need a steady income, and showing up late would be the worst.'

'You don't want that job.' Pietro said. 'It is a corporate job, sure it might pay well but it isn't you, you don't have to go.'

'I have to move out someday,' She put on lipstick and admired herself in the mirror, she looked good.

'I don't mind you being here,' Pietro said.

'Clint might want me out soon, I mean you're an engaged man now.' Wanda said. 'I can't keep living in your spare room.'

'You will always be welcome until you get on your feet as an artist.' Pietro threw her leather jacket towards her. 'I know you can do it.'

'But what if I fail?' Wanda asked when they walked outside of the building where Clint's penthouse was.

'You won't.'

'But what if? I need something to fall back on and this corporate job might just get me back in there.'

'I get you, but you need to live a little as well, little sister.' Pietro said.

They continued walking through the streets of the city, passing all kinds of fine establishments, where it would be perfect to celebrate her brother's three-year anniversary, but of course, she had to be the twin of a weirdo.

'I still don't understand why you want to go to that club.' Wanda stated as they entered the street of their destination. 'You know that restaurants are also options.'

'We know, it is just that this is the place we met.' Pietro sighed as he saw his boyfriend standing outside the club Northstar, the premier LGBTQ+ bar in the city, run by the Beaubiers, he ran towards him and embraced him. Wanda walked slowly towards them and smiled, she wanted something just like what they had, maybe fewer dicks involved, none preferably.

'Wanda, so glad you could come,' Clint said. 'If both of us weren't playing for our own team…'

'Just don't finish that sentence.' Pietro said. 'I'd rather not imagine you banging my baby sister.'

'less than fifteen minutes Pietro.' Wanda said; he was never letting her live that down.

'Do you want to go inside?' Clint asked. 'Or stay in the cold?'

They walked in and all Wanda could see was red; dark red lights lit up the club like it was a strip club, the club even had a pole at the bar.

'Piet, promise me you won't get up on the pole.' Wanda said as she joined Clint and Pietro at the bar.

'We can't give you any promises.' Clint said as he put 9 shots in front of them. 'Drink up.'

'Clint, no.' Wanda said. 'I have an early morning tomorrow.' Wanda said as she gave her shots back to the men.

'Can't, the number is an uneven one, we cannot split them amongst just the two of us.' Pietro said, 'Drink up.'

'Fine, but these are my only of the night.' Wanda said as she threw each of them back with a speed that would make her brother jealous. The liquid burned in her throat.

'Wanda…' Pietro said. 'That's 48% alcohol, probably not the best idea for next time, we were just teasing you.'

'Yeah, take it easy, kid.' Clint said, before dragging Pietro with him. 'Let's dance, Maxibear.'

Wanda sat down at the bar looking at the crowd, where she saw her brother and his boyfriend swapping saliva on the dancefloor, she saw couples of gays and queers dance around, she saw singles looking for a place to spend the night.

Then her eye fell onto a stunning figure that just walked into the building, red hair framed her face, with ruby lips and a short black dress that hugged her figure. She was so stunningly pretty, with deep blue eyes and a confident stroll towards the bar, where she sat opposite from Wanda, next to a brunette with short hair. The most beautiful woman Wanda had ever seen order a drink and then noticed Wanda starting, the redhead raised her glass, chugged the clear liquid down, and winked.

The redhead bit her lip as she waved a bartender over and handed him some money. Said bartender returned to her with a glass of clear liquid and handed it to Wanda. 'Compliments from the lady in black, she wants to add that you should ease up a bit and that you should come meet her before you leave.'

Wanda raised her glass at the redhead on the other side of the bar and started drinking. The strong taste of vodka made her twitch, she never really liked the stuff, preferring fruity drinks. She gazed back at the stunner and tried to look her most sultry, it didn't work as the redhead let out some sort of unheard giggle and kept staring back.

Thankfully, their staring match was forfeited as the music stopped and Clint stepped on the podium next to the DJ's booth and had grabbed the Microphone.

'May I have your attention everyone.' He started. 'I am here in Northstar with my amazing boyfriend of three years on our anniversary, this is the exact place where we met, it is in fact also the same place I kissed him first and we had sex for the first time, all on the same day. We said that we loved each other whilst dancing on that bar, only a month later. In the bathroom, he asked me to move in or so I thought, I said yes before I realized he asked me to just move so he could use the mirror.'

The whole crowd awed, and Wanda could see Pietro speechless standing at the stage, she had to hand it to Clint, because Wanda wasn't capable of that feature.

'You are my whole world, so without further unnecessary mushiness,' Clint got down on one knee, and got a small box out of his coat 'Pietro Maximoff, Will you marry me?'

'Of course, I will.' Pietro ran into his fiancé's arms and kissed him passionately, the whole bar applauded, and Wanda whistled, she knew her brother had wanted this.

Wanda panicked a bit after the initial joy she felt, after all, her twin was engaged and she was jobless living in their spare room, if she was to survive the night, she was going to need more alcohol, a lot more alcohol. She ordered 5 more shots and threw them back almost immediately, then naturally, her bladder gave out and she had to go to the toilet.

The road towards the bathroom went pretty well, she felt a little lightheaded, the alcohol combined with her eye-fucking the gorgeous redhead made her feel wonderful, it was the way back after standing up after having peed that made her feel changed, she was properly drunk now. She walked out of the bathroom ignoring people offering drugs of some sort, she squandered towards the dancefloor looking for her brother.

Eventually, she found him, or to put it better, them. Pietro was wrapped up in his own bliss as he snogged his fiancé. Not wanting to disturb them she ordered three more shots and threw them back. Wanda turned around to dance but struggled to walk and almost fell down, she caught herself bare

'Are you alright?' A sultry voice came from above; Wanda looked up and saw the redhead standing over her, extending a hand. 'This floor is no place to take a nap.'

'Thanks,' Wanda said as she stood up with help of the bombshell. 'Guess I drank more than expected.'

'I think you probably should go home; do you have a place to stay?' The redhead said, looking her up and down.

'No just one more drink, I need some courage juice.' Wanda said as she walked towards the bar.

'Ma'am, I have to cut you off I'm sorry.' Said the bartender, he then turned to the redhead. 'Could you help her home or bring her to someone who can?'

'Of course.' She said, before looking at Wanda and sitting down at a booth with her. 'Alright, … never got your name. What is your name, beautiful?'

'Wanda Maximoff.'

'Well Wanda, were you here with somebody.' She asked, looking a bit insecure for the first time since their initial contact.

'Brother, he's the one getting married, while I'm living in the spare room of his boyfriend.' Wanda said, taking pity on herself.

'I will take you home, let him party for a while if you don't mind?' the redhead said.

'S okay.' Wanda slurred.

'We'll go talk to him.' The Woman said, helping her get up.

The redhead guided her towards her brother, Pietro and Clint were dancing close together in the middle of the dancefloor, slowly and not at all in tune with the loud music of the bar. The woman tapped one of them on the shoulder.

'Excuse me, Pietro?' She asked the one looking around Wanda's age.

'Yes,' Pietro said, then he looked down at Wanda. 'What has she down this time?'

'Nothing yet, but she is very drunk and cut off from the bar.'

'Yeah, we should then take her home.' Clint said.

'Well, I could bring her to her place as well, and then you can enjoy your engagement a bit longer, congrats by the way.' The woman said.

'Alright, take good care of her.' Pietro said hugging his sister. 'Wanda, good luck tomorrow.'

'Thank you, miss.' Clint said. 'Take care of my future sister.'

'Thanks.' Wanda mumbled, feeling all different kinds of feelings, the anxiety her brother's engagement brought her, a slow feeling of sick coming over her, the nerves for her interview, the heat coming from the woman who still had a hand on her hip.

'Let's go, Wanda.' The woman said as she gently guided her outside of the loud club. 'Do you know how to walk towards your place?'

Wanda nodded and pointed, her mind too numb for much talking. They walked through near-empty streets as the redhead's arms never left her, keeping her safe.

'Wanda, which way now?' The woman whispered. Wanda led her through her neighbourhood, she felt warm as the woman wrapped herself around her.

'Wanda!' Came a voice from behind them, they both turned around to see a tall blond boy behind them.

'Viz?' She slurred as her vision became clearer and she could see his identity. 'What are you doing here.

'Who is she?' He spat as he eyed the woman holding her upright.

'I'm taking Wanda home tonight.' The woman tightened her grip on Wanda protectively.

'Who are you, her girlfriend?' He asked, anger flowing through him.

'Yes, I am.' The redhead said, grabbing Wanda's hand and kissing her.

'So, then I'm guessing you know who I am.' Vision said.

'You're her ex, I presume.' The woman's eyes flashed with fury. 'But if you don't mind, I got to take Wands to her place.'

'You've been drinking again, you stupid whore?' Viz said as he walked towards Wanda. 'It is a miracle that she lets you out of her house. Especially in a dress that revealing, when we were together you were never that disobedient.'

'Please don't.' Wanda pleaded as the tears she'd been holding started flowing. Viz grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards himself.

'I can teach you obedience again, make you a proper housewife again.' The man tightened the grip on her wrists and Wanda yelp from the pain. 'I can bring sense back into you and get those improper dyke thoughts out of you.'

'Let Wanda go.' Said the woman calmly, she didn't yell but it did sound menacing as if she was about ready to break every bone in his body.

'Vision, please. You're hurting me.' Wanda said, trying to hold herself upright.

'Fucking slut, dumb cunt.' Vision yelled as he released Wanda with his hand and then backhanded her with the other. 'I could have made you rich, successful, and powerful, and you threw it all away.'

'Leave, Vision.' Wanda said as she stood on the streets staring down at the man, she had thought she loved.

'Go away, before I call the cops.' Natasha said, wrapping Wanda in an embrace.

'Fucking dykes, your sin will be punished.' Vision said as he walked away.

'Are you okay, Wanda?' The woman asked when Vision was out of sight.

'No, I want to go to bed.' Wanda said.

'Is your place far?'

'End of the block actually.' She didn't know why, even in her state, but she felt so cared for by the woman.

'Good.' Natasha said. 'Bozhe Moi, I hate men, glad I'm gay.'

'I wish I didn't.' Said Wanda in a small voice, looking at her shoes.

'Look at me, Wanda.' The woman said as they stood before Clint's building. Wanda stared into blue eyes as she looked down at the redhead, only now noticing she was smaller than she was. As Wanda gazed at her, Natasha looked back into her green eyes. Wanda leaned down so their faces were so close to touching.

'Who you've dated doesn't define you. Look I've dated a lot of people before I met my wife and it didn't matter to my wife who hadn't dated anyone before, and vice versa. When you find someone you truly love all those previous ones just fades away.' She whispered in the embrace, Wanda was shocked, the woman she'd been semi-flirting with, the woman who had pretended to be her girlfriend to help her, and the woman who still had a hand on her lower back.

'I have a big thing tomorrow; I need the sleep.' Wanda blurted out, panicking and wanting to retrieve back inside and hide her head in shame.

'Alright, my dear.' The woman said as she hugged Wanda and kissed her cheek. 'Take care, and if you ever need to reach for me, don't hesitate to call.'

'Thank you.' Wanda said, as she tried to open the door with her keys but missed the lock.

'Do you need help?' Natasha asked. 'I could at least help you get to bed, make sure you're safe.'

'No, I don't want to bother.' Wanda said as she finally got her door open and turned around to see the married woman she'd crushed on, looking at her hurt for some reason.

'Alright. Also, I know it might be hard to talk about him, but if you ever need to, please contact me.' She handed Wanda a business card and kissed her cheek again. 'I really want to see you again.'

'I'll call you.' Wanda lied as she stepped over her doorstep.

'Promise?' Natasha looked uncertain at her.

'I Promise.' She lied again as she closed the door. She then went straight to bed, still holding the piece of paper.

Only when she laid her head on her pillow did she read the black with red embroidered card:

Natasha Romanov-Danvers

Psychiatrist

I hope you enjoyed this first chapter.

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