CHAPTER 2
Natasha had decided exactly what she would do to get rid of the annoying boyfriend, and so she told Wanda. Her friend had reservations about the plan. She had proposed that she run the other way if she saw him or invented a cover. Instead, Natasha had decided to defend herself by attacking.
"It does not seem like a good plan." said skeptically. "You are not going no get rid of him." Wanda protested.
"Wanda" covering one shoulder with her arm, Natasha said "I may not get rid of him but I will have him eating of my hand. Why lie if I am an expert in manipulation?"
"But Bruce is falling in love with you. If you keep him with hope it will be worse" Wanda argued.
"For him, not for me. If he fall in love with me, is his problem. I made it clear that I did not want anything serious. If you insist on seeing where there is not, I'm sorry, but I'm not to blame." Answer Natasha.
"I do not give a damn about that boy's broken heart, but if you look for him, wouldn't it be worse for you? I mean he will het obsess and give you more problems." explained Wanda
"My poor innocent Wanda." Natasha sneered as she hugged her. "I have so much to teach you!"
"Crazy!" Wanda laughed. "I know you always get what you want, but in this case I think it will not come out. And of course you have much to teach me."
"For example; to get rid of that boyfriend of yours." Natasha said.
Wanda was sensual, outgoing, and as mischievous as Natasha. But the hoarder, possessive and jealous of her boyfriend made her forget her own way of being. Though she had managed to leave him, she still succumbed to his charms as soon as he appeared. She begged Natasha in every possible way to help her be strong enough to forget him. And the instruction had begun.
"It's not mine anymore." growled Wanda.
"Remind him when you see him. Look around you. " Wanda turned to see all the men watching her. "There is not a single man in this room who does not want to sleep with you. And except for sex, your dear Vision did not give you anything else. I know that it is not easy to recreate the trust and intimacy you already had. But he did not bring anything. Find others you need. Surely you will get more than you had."
"You don't believe in love?" asked Wanda.
"Wanda, of course I believe in love, I'm in love!" - Reply Natasha
"With who?" Wanda asked curiously.
"Peter Pan, but the difference in age makes it impossible."
"Funny! Well, I have been in love and although it is painful, it exists!" Said Wanda.
"Love is as real as fairy tales. There is only what is in your imagination. If you want to believe, it will exist, but be conformed to reality. You were used to a life with a man who restrained you and for whom attraction and intimacy had made you need it. But if you cover all your needs, he will cease to be relevant." concluded Natasha." You only remember him because you are not satisfied."
"Do you think it's easy to forget the love of my life?" Wanda asked.
"No. I think it's easy to forget a guy who just made you suffer. And you will see that it will also be fun. A true love is only true if it makes you happy, but what does it do? What do you want it for?" Natasha answered.
"Great theory!" Wanda smiled.
"Men are so ... simple. But they can be really fun." Natasha said mockingly. "Do not settle for how good you are if you can get the best out there!"
"Whose sentence is that?" Wanda asked.
"Mine!" Natasha said.
The good humor of the moment vanished as soon as she saw Steve approaching. It was obvious that the beauty of Wanda had not gone unnoticed. But before she came, she left, frightened that she did not know if she would screw up and talk about more. Natasha smiled at her and waved goodbye then approached her friend, frowning at the sight of her leaving.
"Is your friend leaving?" Steve asked.
"She's already gone. As much as you look at the door she will not come back." giggled Natasha.
"Where do you know her from?" wondered Steve.
"We work in the same club every weekend," said a calm Natasha.
"Very funny! Seriously, where do they know each other?" Steve said
She had told him the truth, Natasha thought. But she knew exactly how to say things to be credible or not. And to say a bomb like that in the quietest way possible, was by no means believable. And she knew it. That's why she smiled, shook her head and solved his doubts.
She did not actually do it but gave him an answer that made him forget the sculptural brunette.
"She's my best friend." Natasha said impassively.
"I am your best friend!" Steve corrected angrily.
"Well, there are things I can not talk to you about."
"Like what? I tell you everything!" said Steve, folding his arms in irritation.
"I know," he told her with all the details, Natasha thought. "But you'd get sick with some things I share with her."
"Oh, come on! Do you want me to think you guys talk about "women things", go shopping and do your make up in front of a mirror while you turn men green?" said Steve
"Steve" Natasha said gaping, showing her best face in surprise. "Do not tell me that's what you do on Saturday nights when I do not see you?" she continued, bursting into laughter. "For being a man you know very well what women do when they are alone."
"I ... Oh Natasha! Don't be foolish."
"Come on big guy, don't get mad," she said with a big smile as she hugged him, "and invite me a beer."
"IM your best friend?" Steve shouted.
"Obvious!" said Natasha, amused.
"All right!" said Steve, serious but relieved as he carried her to the cafeteria as if escaping.
Natasha had known for years how jealous her friend was. The very idea that another person could take his place made him easily distracted. And she knew how to use it in her favor. There were few things she did not know how to use to her advantage. The only one she knew was happiness. She was never able to use it properly. She thought she was not meant to be happy, that she did not know how to value him, or that she was simply bored. Maybe it was just that she had not yet known true happiness. If it existed.
To Natasha's misfortune not all her friends were so volatile, and as soon as she got close to them she had to answer the questioning. She invented a chance encounter and a flourishing friendship, based on unconditional support. She tried to convince herself that it was not all a lie, but to compare a friendship forged after competition in a fashionable place because it was the most exuberant, with an innocent well-intentioned friendship between two people who did not share the same social circle ... it was not in absolutely similar
It was clear that the high boots and the chocolate-colored dress, girdled up to the middle of the thigh and buttoned up, worn by Wanda, did not combine at all with the worn jeans and the wide T-shirt of Natasha. It was logical that everyone thought that friendship was strange and peculiar. They would think Wanda would be doing a charity and perhaps she wanted to help her be more feminine, or that Natasha, for some reason incomprehensible to those men, had approached her to help her in some matter. They knew she had a weakness for helping all who needed help, but they also knew that Wanda was the kind of woman Natasha could not stand. But why? Natasha wondered. Was it so difficult to believe that one self-sufficient woman was friends with another, even if they wore different clothes and had different tastes? It would have been a great argument, Natasha thought, but it was because that dress was hers.
The days passed and Natahsa was relaxing. Classes just started so she was not too busy. And even though it was her senior year to graduate, she was calm because she had her future planned. Not everyone could afford to finish and start working on dadys business, like Steve. But she had made her contacts and would take them as soon as she finished college. They may not have respected her as a newly licensed business woman with her background, but those who knew her knew that her brain could be a real money-making machine. She had already several requests to make small collaborations in an area she loved: advertising. But she knew that as she began to work, she would leave her studies aside, so she set out to finish as soon as possible and then look for a job. During her summers she used to work together with Steve in the great company of his father and thus have some work experience. But she did not want to take advantage of her friend. She knew that if they hired her, it would not be because of her ability. And although in another case it would not have mattered to her, in this one she does. Another thought to give her work is to do her a favor, she did not care, as it would show him how qualified she was. But she didn't even want Steve to believe that she was not valid for employment. She might have cared too much what he thought of her but it was normal, they were friends! Natasha told herself convinced of it.
Steve wandered around the school, making time for their next class. He smiled at a group of girls who were almost infamous to see him and walked to the secretary to finish fixing all the papers for the registration. He always left everything for the last moment, Natasha had reproached him. And it was true. It was the last day to fix it or he would stay out of that university.
The campus secretary smiled ecstatically at a tall, handsome young man, who, from his dark complexion, concluded that he was not from there. He approached them and tried to hide his curiosity. But the woman was so busy drooling over the beautiful face of the man that she did not answer his questions. Steve took pity on him and told him where to go and explained some important things about the campus. After fixing the papers. It was a long time before the two men were so well formed in front of their noses. They went to take a tour of the university and explain better their dynamics.
"Sorry! I have been impolite. My name is James Buchanan Barnes" he said, extending his hand. "But you can call me Bucky"
"Steve Rogers" he replied by shaking hands.
"A pleasure. Excuse me, but this woman had me a little hysterical."
"Get used to it. I do not know where you come from, but here women are so ... uninhibited" Steve finished with a laugh.
"I'm not sure if that's good or bad," said James smiling. "I've just arrived from abroad. I spent a few years in Europe. My father wanted me to graduate from an English university like he did. But he passed away a few months ago and I had to take care of the family business. I thought it would not be a good idea to stop studying because I would not take my employees seriously, besides this is my senior year. But I could not go outside, that's why I moved here."
"So you're from here?" Steve asked.
"My father yes, and I was born here, but my mother is Swedish." answered James.
"Now I understand. And I'm very sorry about your dad." Steve said sympathetically.
"Don't worry. I barely knew him. My parents lived together but had separate lives and I was always with my mother. The only time my father noticed my presence was to send me to London. Now I live with my mother again." added James
"My parents also separated. But they had to put land in between. My mother did not manage to ruin my father no matter how much he cared, and he decided to go find a new victim far from here, where no one knew what she really was like. I lived for a while with her but I could not stand her frivolity and I went back to my dad. I do not complain, now I have a real family. My father remarried and she is a very good woman. And I have many friends. I think my need to return was more for not losing my friends than for my parents." Steve said.
They talked for a long time about their lives. They both noticed the ease with which they opened to each other. They had fallen very well. And even though James needed him to know more about that place unknown to him, that was not what made him want to be with him all morning, but how comfortable he was.
Already with jokes Steve was classifying to the students that was in its passage. He commented on the fondness for illegal tobacco from a group sitting in a strategic area of the campus, pointed out to the typical nerds, who did not need to be careful to recognize them, and went to the football field where he trained with his friends. The training was not yet started but the cheerleaders were exercising.
"I suppose the blond is the cheerleader." James said, smiling at the way she looked at them.
"Yes," said Steve with a sigh. "Thas's Sharon Carter."
"Let's see if I guess: you're the captain of the football team and she's something like your little friend in special circumstances," James teased.
"Something like that." Steve said with a smile.
"This looks like a stereotypical movie. It only needs that girl," said James pointing out," the typical unpopular who dreams of being cheery and lives in love with you. She will do the work to be close to you and content you.
"You could not be more wrong. She's Natasha, my best friend. She hates cheerleaders and everything they represent. And it costs her the same life remembering to do her own works, I don't think that she never stops to think about doing something with me." explained amusing Steve.
"Wow! That's not what I expected. The captain of the football team is the best friend of a ... "James froze as she turned around and smiled. With no makeup on and a simple ponytail, she was the most perfect face he had ever seen. Her huge green eyes stuck in his soul and that smile blinded him until he did not remember who he was or what he was doing there – "precious!"
"What? Natasha?" Steve asked in surprise.
"By God, will not you be so ridiculous to say that such a woman is ugly?" Those huge eyes and those fleshy lips ... You have to present her to me!
"You're kidding, aren't you? Tasha?" Steve repeated again in disbelief.
"Oh, come on! Those clothes do not fool anyone. She could put on a sack and it would be just as well. Although there is not much difference with what it takes. I may need a fashion consultant, and she's not the type of women I usually set, but with that angel face I'll make an exception!"
"You're kidding, aren't you?" Steve repeated angrily. "Natasha is my best friend, I will not let you play with her. She may not be a beauty but she's a good girl."
"Don't you have eyes in your face? That it is not a beauty? Do you need to have her to wear pom-poms so you can see it well?" James snapped at him.
"Don't say foolishness! I may not be very objective because I have always seen her as my sister, but if she has never had a boyfriend or any man has cared for her is for something."
Of course she was not beautiful, Steve thought. It was true that she had huge green eyes in which you could lose yourself as if they were an ocean. Maybe when she smiled she seemed to be able to save a life with that simple smile. She certainly had an angelic face. But at no time could it be said that she was a beauty. No one would compare her to those hollow and shallow ones that had spent hours in front of a mirror looking for the perfect way to seduce a man. She would never be a woman sure of herself and her appearance that would make men fall at his feet. She would never be the kind of woman he liked.
He took advantage of the arrival of his cousin's inseparable to verify his opinion.
Rumlow was very sincere and besides, he never contradicted him, so he would agree with him.
"Rumlow, do you think Natasha is beautiful?" Steve asked without wanting to hear any sort of statement and made it clear.
"Natasha? Beautiful?" Rumlow looked at his cousin. "Of course she is."
"What? I mean, do you think she's beautiful?" Steve insisted.
"Yes, why do you think everyone wants to block her when we play basketball?" Rumlow teased. He laughed in amusement until he saw the angry face of his cousin, and he became instantly serious. "Everyone knows she's very pretty. It's not the kind of woman that makes you fall off the seat because she has zero femininity, but she's gorgeous."
"And why has not anyone ever told me? Or have you ever tried anything with her?" Steve protested angrily. "If she's so pretty, there would be one who did not care how she dressed."
"More than one." Rumlow said earnestly. "But everyone when they meet you two thinks you guys are together and then becomes an extra colleague and it's morbid to try to hook up with one of us, even if it's a girl."
"Hi. What are you talking about that is so serious?" Natasha worried as she approached.
No one answered and only looked at Steve inspecting it from top to bottom as if looking for something that had been overlooked.
"Nothing," Rumlow said finally. "We were just saying you are very pretty, and Steve did not agree.
For some reason that comment hurt her more than Natasha would like to acknowledge. No woman likes to be told that she is not beautiful but not her. It is true that she liked to seduce and took advantage of her appearance for it. But she thought it was a matter of not a physical attitude. If someone did not consider her beautiful she didn't care, to taste the colors, and to her the likes of others were quite irrelevant. She had gotten a man who hated chestnuts, who were attracted to women much more voluptuous or even, who could not stand the girls so lush, fall at her feet. She did not care that they considered her ugly. None but Steve. Why on earth did he think she was ugly? She wondered. She had a crazy desire to go to her house to put on a tight dress and stilettos and show her how beautiful she could be. But she was not more beautiful to disguise herself better, she thought in pain. If with her face clean, her real face, he thought she was ugly, it would be the same with a kilo of makeup.
Steve cursed the day he let his cousin approach them. He saw fleetingly the sadness in the eyes of his beloved friend and wanted to kill that bigmouth. But just as he was about to correct Rumlow's mistake, Natasha smiled and turned her curious gaze to the third man, unknown to her. And he did not like the smiles that were being processed both. Natasha could not look at a guy like that. He was the typical womanizer. He had everything and boasted about it. He was a playboy he thought he could get anyone. He was ... like him! Steve thought, astonished by the way their thoughts were taking. She could not look at a guy like ... She couldn't!
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