Guys, I am SO, SO, sorry. I know it has been absolutely forever. I tried to make this chapter longer for you all.

Please note: There's hint at some sexy times but I am awful at smut so I swerved on that one. I can hear my friend tutting at me for that one. Sorry, pal.

Finally, Saturday arrived. I got myself ready in Tasha's room, with the help of Tony and Steve whilst Nat and Pepper helped out Wanda in our room. I felt nervous and excited at the same time.

"So why did you pick a purple tie?" Tony asked me as he tied it.
"Nat picked it out. She said it would suit me."
"I can't believe I'm going to say this but she was right. It is a good colour on you."
"You think so?" He nodded.
"Piper," Steve's tone was gentle and calming. "Relax. You're visibly shaking."
"I'm nervous."
"With no need to be. You look great."
"Steve's right," Clint walked in and leant against the door.
"Okay. Thanks, guys," I smiled in gratitude. "So, Tony, you said that you'd sorted transport?"
"I have and you're gonna love it." He said nothing else as he adjusted my waistcoat.
"…Am I allowed to know what it is?"
"Not yet." Finally, he came face-to-face with me and beamed. "Perfect. You look very fetching."
"Thanks…"
"Nat's just text me; Wanda's ready." Clint checked his phone.
"That's perfect timing because so is Piper." And our connection strikes once again.
"Hand me the flowers." I turned to head for the door.
"What flowers are they?" Steve looked confused as he passed them over.
"Red Camellia's. They mean 'you're the love of my life' which Wanda, the light of my life, is."
"You're such a romantic softie." Tony chuckled.
"I know," I shrugged. "Wanda brings it out in me."

I walked down to our room and knocked gently on the door. The door opened and there stood Wanda wearing a deep magenta dress that flowed all the way to the floor, trailing behind her slightly. A silver shawl was wrapped around her shoulders and she held a silver clutch purse. My breath hitched at the sight of my gorgeous girlfriend as she stood in the doorway, her fingers wringing together nervously. I smiled at her to calm her down before handing her the flowers.

"Camellia's? They're wonderful." She accepted them gratefully before sniffing them. "And they smell gorgeous." Carefully she placed them in the sink with some water left in it.
"Now, m'lady? Are you ready to eat?" I offered my arm.
"Why, I am indeed. Thank you."
"You look stunning, Wanda. Truly. I am honestly lucky to have you."
"I feel the same about you." She kissed me gently and chastely before accepting my arm.
"Shall we?" I led the way to the elevator.
"How are we getting there?"
"Honestly?" She nodded. "I have no idea. Tony has a surprise that he won't tell me." The journey in the elevator was slow but pleasant. There was no awkward silences between us. When we made the ground floor, everyone was waiting for us with grins and cameras.
"Don't they look so cute together?" Pepper smiled before snapping a photo of us. "Now pose together." I sighed before wrapping my arm around Wanda and pulling her against my side. I smiled at them all, as did Wanda.
"You both look fantastic." Clint grinned. "I'm sending this snap to Laura. She'll love it."
"Are all the photos done?" Tony asked after a pause.
"Yeah."
"Now, would the kind ladies like to join me outside?" He clapped his hands together. We followed him out the door curiously. Waiting for us was a red 1969 Ford Mustang. "I borrowed this from a friend so please drive carefully but it's yours for the night. Enjoy." I walked over to him and hugged him.
"Thank you," I whispered.
"Anytime, kiddo," he chuckled, hugging me back. "Now go have fun." He pushed me back towards Wanda. "But not too much fun," he winked at us. I rolled my eyes before going over to the passenger side door and opening it for Wanda. She climbed in with a smile.

I drove slowly to the restaurant. Wanda took my hand whilst driving and refused to let go. I brought it up to my mouth and placed a kiss on the back of her hand. The drive to the restaurant was quick. As soon as we arrived, I heard Wanda gasp. Smiling to myself, I quickly got out and dashed around to open her door.

"M'lady," I smiled, offering her my hand.
"Why, thank you." She took my hand and gracefully rose from the car. Linking her arm with mine, we made our way towards the restaurant. "Il tramonto dell'Artico? What does it mean?"
"It translates to The Sunset of the Arctic," I smiled. "It was my safe haven when I was homeless and my source of food and heat. The owner who is also the head chef came in at five every morning and if I was able to, I'd be waiting nearby and he'd feed me whilst no one else was around. It wasn't even scraps, it would be cooked especially for me. During winter, I could come in for a free hot chocolate every day."
"He took good care of you."
"Yeah, he did."

When we entered, Silvio was waiting for us with a server. I think it was Giovanni from the other day. He grinned at me as I led Wanda up to the podium.

"Good evening and welcome to Il tramonto dell'Artico. How can I help you, ladies?" The server smiled politely.
"I have a reservation under the name of Knight." He checked the list and smiled.
"Right this way, ladies," the server grabbed two menus before he led us to our table.

We were sat in the corner with candles and flowers covering the table. Two glasses filled with champagne were waiting as well as a note. The server pulled Wanda's chair out for her and she smiled graciously at the man. I quickly surveyed the restaurant and noticed the table's right next to us had not been set for diners. As I sat myself down, I picked up the note and smiled as I read it.

Hey kid,

I know you're underage by a few years but the champagne is a present from me to you. (It's the only glass you're getting so savour it!) You looked so happy when you came in to see me the other day, your girl is clearly the one for you and so I'm thrilled for you both.

Also, for your privacy, I made sure the immediate area was vacant.

Enjoy your evening,

Silvio

We quickly ordered our meals from our designated server, a young male who was probably only a couple of years older than us. There was a soft melody playing throughout the restaurant which I could hear Wanda humming along to as she studied the place. When her eyes landed back on mine, I smiled at her. She smiled back as she dug out her phone from her purse and shuffled herself closer to me. I watched as she opened up the camera app and gave me a pleading look. I gave in instantly and leant in for a selfie. Twelve later, she put the phone away and took a sip of her champagne.

"That's gorgeous," she hummed in approval. I tried it myself and nodded in agreement.
"I agree. Do you reckon Tony can get some more of this?"
"We don't even know what it is," she chuckled.
"I'll get Silvio to tell me later."

Our food didn't take long to arrive. Nor did it take long to eat. I had ordered Pollo Cacciatore which was exquisite and I think I moaned in happiness. After she had finished laughing at me, Wanda started digging in to her Filetto Di Sogliola. She sighed in joy at the food. We shared a mouthful of our food with the other. Her lemon sole fillet with mushrooms was gorgeous. The white wine sauce added a nice bit of flavour. She particularly enjoyed my food. She ended up stealing most of my peppers and tomatoes. When we finished, I leant back in my chair, taking my champagne glass with me and sipped it.

"Well, that was divine. I can see why you like it." Wanda sighed happily.
"Silvio's won awards for his food." I finished the last mouthful of the champagne and set the flute back on the table. "Plus, the desserts are just as good. Waffles, pancakes, sundaes, everything. You name it, he can do it."
"Well, we best check the menu then." She grinned, sipping at her own drink, her champagne having been finished long ago.

The young server quickly collected our plates for us, handing us the dessert menu before he walked away. I already knew what I was having but pretended to look for a minute or so before setting it on the table. The pancakes here were fantastic and so I opted for them with maple syrup, strawberries and ice cream. Wanda decided on having Eton Mess with a bit of a twist. It came with fig and passion fruit coulis.

Once again, we shared a bit with each other. I enjoyed her Eton Mess, however, I practically inhaled my pancakes. I finished the last mouthful before rubbing my full stomach, contentedly. Wanda chuckled at me as she finished the last of her non-alcoholic cocktail, wiping her mouth with the napkin delicately. Oh, she's beauty, she's grace… I checked the time on my phone which read half nine.

"What are you thinking?" my girlfriend's voice was full of affection. I looked up from my phone to lock eyes with her.
"That I don't want the evening to end," I replied softly, taking her hand across the table.
"It doesn't have to end until we're ready. If that's at some point tomorrow morning, so be it."
"When did you turn into a philosopher?" I smiled.
"I'm not quite sure," she chuckled.
"Shall we return home?" Wanda nodded and grinned at me.

I summoned the young server to get the check. He nodded kindly and cleared away the plates. I quickly paid, leaving a twenty per cent tip to the helpful waiter. He smiled in gratitude as we stood up to leave. I saw Silvio peering out of the kitchen and waved to him as I linked arms with Wanda. He waved back and we left the restaurant.

After opening the car door for Wanda, I quickly slid in and headed for the tower. The journey was pleasant and quick. I pulled up in front of the tower and killed the engine. I immediately climbed out and rushed round to open my girlfriend's door for her. Offering my hand, which she took, she stepped out. Interlacing our fingers together, we walked into the tower.

Given that it is such a tall building, it took five minutes for the elevator to actually reach us. I held her close to me on the journey up to our room, not wanting to be separate from her. Her head rested on my collar bone as the elevator climbed to our living area.

"I had a lovely night tonight, Piper." Wanda whispered.
"Me too," I replied, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I always do when I'm with you, anyway. Missions, nights with the team, training, everything. But tonight with it being just us, no chance of the team walking in on us, it was perfect."
"I say we go to our room, put on some comfier clothes and watch a movie so we can cuddle."
"Sounds like a perfect way to end our evening." I grinned and pulled her into a gentle kiss.

Her hands came up to rest on my cheeks as mine tightened around her waist, keeping her close. With a swipe of my tongue, I requested entry to her mouth which was almost immediately granted. Pushing my tongue into her mouth, I then pressed her against the wall of the elevator. The once gentle kiss became needy and desperate. I could feel my hands wandering my girlfriend's body of their own accord while my girlfriend's delved into my hair and blissfully scratched against my scalp, holding me as close as possible.

When we pulled away for air, Wanda rested her forehead against mine and I opened my eyes to see her hooded ones staring back at me.

"I propose a new plan," she whispered.
"Oh yeah?" I began a kissing her neck.
"We…we go to our…ahh…room…and, and go…uhh…straight to bed." She struggled to form coherent sentences as I nipped and sucked at her neck, her hands fisting in my shirt.
"I can agree to that." I pulled her back into a kiss and neither of us pulled away until the elevator reached our floor. By that point, Wanda was a whimpering mess, a state I wasn't far off of myself.

We somehow made it to our room without ravaging each other but as soon as the door was shut and locked, hands were roaming everywhere as I kissed Wanda as hard as I could. She led me to the bedroom, blindly; walking backwards as we refused to stop kissing.

When she fell backwards onto the bed, she pulled me with her. We paused momentarily to take each other in. My gorgeous Wanda was panting heavily, staring at me with unadulterated lust in her eyes. I swept a bit of hair from her face, kissing her gently and chastely.

"I love you. I love you so much," I whispered.
"I love you too. I always will." She pulled me back into a kiss.

Thoughts?

I don't advocate for underage drinking and it would never happen but I tried to make the date as romantic as possible. Well what my stone cold heart thinks to be romantic, anyway.