Behind Shattered Glass - N.r

behind shattered glass - n.r

Summary: post civil war/bw after you sided with Tony to protect her and she betrayed you. she decides she needs to see you.

Warning(s): none

You worked as a member of the United Nations on the behalf of the United States. An Avenger ambassador was a very good addition, and you were fit for the job.

Today wasn’t eventful, which was surprising. You were currently standing at your desk, taking a call, your phone to your ear.

“Okay, Tony. Yes, I-Yes, alright. Hang up, Stark. Enjoy retirement, get married! Alright, call me later, bye.” You hang up the call, placing your phone on the desk.

A knock calls your attention to the door. “It’s open.” Your eyes are glued to a small file as you flip through it. “Did Ross send you?” There’s a bit of silence as the figure, you assumed may be a woman because of the heels, shifted on her feet.

“No, but I wanted to introduce myself.” You look up at the woman, taking in her beauty. She was blonde, with black roots, and she had a slender figure. “Uh, I don’t want to assume, but I don’t take autographs if that’s what you’d want me to-“ The woman chuckles as you look back down.

“My name is Natalie Baker.” The name stops you in your tracks. You swiftly look up with wide eyes, a smirk prevalent on the girl’s face. “What did you say your name was?” You asked.

“You heard me.” A gleaming light catches your eye, a familiar ring making your breath hitch.

You canvas the floor to see if anyone was watching you, before moving past her and pressing a button to put down the blinds so no one could see in.

Leaning back on the window facing the office, you smirk laying your head back on the glass. “What’re you doin’ here?” You breathe out.

She approaches you. “I had to see you.” You smile, grabbing her hands and peppering them with kisses. “I missed you.” Nat nods, caressing your face. You take the chance to kiss her palm.

“10 years, and you never changed your tricks.” She leans into kiss you, but you stop her. “Take off the face, it’s weird.” You chuckle as she rips it and the wig off. The two of you share a few minutes of heavy kissing, before pulling away with satisfaction.

“I know you love me, but you can’t be here for my luscious lips.” Nat frowns, pulling you in by your suit jacket. “I need to know where Sam is being held. I got in contact with Steve, he’s been selling Chitauri parts for cash, he’s gonna get caught, and they need my help.” You then frown, hoping she’d say she was only there for you, even if you insisted she wasn’t.

You chuckles, standing up straight on the glass. “He’s uh, somewhere in Berlin, local lockup. Don’t see him as a threat without the gear. I have no clearance to know the exact place, but I’ve heard whispers.” Natasha looks at you thankfully.

“Gear’s on sub level-20. Old SHIELD guys watch over old stuff like that out of nostalgia.” You walked back to your desk, handing her a key card. Natasha’s look of guilt is obvious, but you ignore it. “You were always good to me.” She mutters. You nod, stuffing your hands in your pockets.

“You always got your information from me.” The redhead frowns. “It was never like that.”

“It always was.” You swallow, walking to the switch. “Stay in town, maybe we can grab dinner?” She nods, placing her disguise back on.

You turn off the blinds. “There’s an elevator that goes straight to the sub levels, my card is clearance.” Natasha nods, walking out the door.

“Thank you.” You nod as she walks away.

all night thinking - w.m - pt.3

Summary: new kids in town? no trouble at all. except when the younger, hotter one begins to take an interest in you.

Warning(s): smoking, mentioned violence, cursing, drinking

pt. 1  pt.2

ao3

When you had left the bar, you ended back in your hotel room with everyone. You and Bucky had ended up drinking a lot considering your refrigerator was 85% alcohol, including the frozen Daily's you used as icepacks.

Sam and Steve carried the man out of the hotel room, and you'd spent an eventful night with Sharon. It consisted of you guys just making out, but when she decided she didn't want to sleep with you drunk, you just ended up laying in bed. That was what you were doing now, enjoying the pleasure of stroking her silky blonde hair.

"I'm gonna miss you." She whispers. "Me too. So much." You slurred. "I hope you know...that if when I’m gone, if you want to date someone-"

"Who said that?!" You asked, sitting up, but she holds you on the bed. "Hold on, hold on. Listen, Y/N/N." She grabs your face. "Don't feel obligated to me just because I kept you from dying once, OK?"

"But...I love you, Sharon."

"Oh, trust me I know." She giggles. "It's okay, baby. You still complete me."

---

When Sharon woke you up, you were still sluggish and began to cry when you saw her in her uniform she'd left over. "Oh my god, stop crying!" You wouldn't stop. "Let's be adults, babe. Come on, come on." She gives you a big hug as you sniffle like a small child.

She moves back, holding your face in her hand. "Drink some water, take a shower, go to the gym and clear your head, OK?" You nod as she kisses you on the lips. You stood in the living, back slumped. "I love you."

"I love you, too." You said, a single tear falling down your face. "Oh, come on, wittle baby, give mama a hug." She teased, making you groan. "I'll call when I touch down in California, alright?" You nod, a smile now creeping on your face.

For the first time in 3 years, you give her a genuine salute, to which she gives back. She closes the door behind her, and you surprisingly do what what she said.

---

You arrived to the gym, sobering up with every punch you threw.

There were a few people watching you as sweat covered your eyes. You put your anger to it, and eventually Sam's voice interrupted. "Hey! Y/N!" You were so distracted, you hadn't notice the bag starting to rip. "Sorry!"

You moved away, removing your gloves. Walking towards a bench, you noticed Steve. You swore he was jump roping when you got there, which was half an hour, so how was he still going? Steve and his stamina got him the nickname 'Super Soldier'. He even survived a secret mission in Siberia, and wasn't even phased by the cold weathers. "Hey, Rogers." You greet, making the man smile as he comes to a stop. "Hey, Y/N. You get to say goodbye today?" He said, obviously referring to Sharon. "Yeah, I cried like a baby." He chuckles, taking a seat next to you.

"Do you ever think about it?" He asks, making you hum. "Working for Fury again?"

"Nah, I went so my family wouldn't fall in debt. Came out with black lung and nightmares. You went to serve your country, that's your kinda thing." Steve nods in understanding. "I don't miss it. I think moving out here was a great idea. Low maintenance, no bad commute, beautiful farm life, this is the dream." He says with a soft air. "Hmm."

"Hey, Steve?" Bucky calls. "Ya got a class to teach." He points with a smile, making Steve pop up. "Nice talk." The blonde says, patting your shoulder. You smile as Bucky carries him away. Your pocket buzzes as you reach for you phone. You open it up, noticing the caller.

Mom

"Shit." You mumble, reluctantly answering the call. "Hi, Ma."

"Oh, hi, darling! I haven't seen you in forever." That was kind of the point of me not visiting you.

"I know, I'm sorry."

"It's quite alright, listen. Your father and I are going to be out of town for a good while, your aunt is sick and I want to take care of her, you know your dad never wants me to work too hard, and your sister cannot take of the farm by herself-"

"What about Elliot-?"

"He's off at college." Your mother says, making your eyebrows scrunch in confusion. "I thought he wasn't leaving until next month?"

"He has an honors program he needs to do early in the year."

"Ok, ok. Uh...when are you guys leaving?"

"Uh, next Saturday. I didn't want to ask last minute like your father would."

You chuckle. "Cool."

---

"I need a job." Wanda complains, tossing her phone on the small coffee table. "You could always work at the shop." Carol says, referring to the car shop she'd started to work at a few weeks ago. "No, I don't do grease stains." The blonde chuckles, opening the buttons on her shirt. "You look good in uniform." Wanda smirks. Carol rolls her eyes, pulling off the shirt as she sat in the small arm chair.

"Yeah, whatever. Listen, Monica will explode if you go another week without a job." Wanda sighs.

"I know, I know, but I enjoy unemployment." She smirks, relaxing into the couch. "So do I, but I need money. You can't keep spending all of mine, ya know?"

"Actually, yes I can, you would literally do anything for me." She teases. It was true of course. Carol grimaces simply because of that fact. "Cocky."

Wanda smiles, sitting up, walking over to Carol. She stands in front of her, Carol looking up at her as if she is a lost puppy. The brunette grabs Carol's blonde locks, caressing her as the blonde puts her head on Wanda's chest.

She goes to speak, but is startled when Kate and Monica's door open suddenly. A familiar blonde walks out of the room, hair disheveled. The two don't separate, and Yelena stares between them, before running out the front door. "That was awkward."

---

You arrived to the Red Castle around 3:00, and much to Jessica's surprise, ask for a lemonade. "Hard lemonade." You mutter, and she smirks in amusement. "That's my girl." She grabs you a bottle of hard lemonade, and you pop it open with your teeth.

"Well, well, well, look who it is." You roll your eyes at the voice, the face of Scott Summers coming into view. "Day drinking, are we?"

"Yeah, what about you?" He chuckles. "I actually needed to speak with you, and I uh...stopped by, assumed you'd be here, drinking your sorrows." You squint your eyes, a false grin on your lips. "Fuck you, Summers." He laughs to himself once again. "That's what Jean says, all the time, but in a good way." He smiles. "You can have her." You growl.

"Oh, yeah. I heard about Sharon. I also heard she left for California this morning. News travels." You glare so hard at him, if you had laser eyes, he'd have a large hole in him. "Do you need something, Scott?"

"As a matter of fact, yes." He sits in the seat next to you, Jessica eyeing him to make sure a fight doesn't break out. "I need you to do a job, a...plumbing job. Whatever your price, but I need it done by the end of the week." You eye him suspiciously, before the request  dawns on you. You stand up from the bar, your mouth moving closer to his ear. "Outside, 5 minutes. Take a piss or something" You whisper, pulling a $20 bill out of your pocket and slamming it on the bar. "Keep the change, Jess."

You walk outside, pulling out a box of cigarettes, when you spot a familiar face. It was the same girl from last night, leaning on a beautiful red and black Mustang. "Oh, she's beautiful." You mutter a little too loud, making the girl look up. "Thanks?"

"It's a supreme paint job." The girl nods, rubbing her hand on the exterior. "I uh...I painted it myself. My brother did the interior." Brother. Pietro. They had similar accents and looked a lot alike. "A-Are you Pietro's sister? I saw you pick him up yesterday." She nods. "I'm actually waiting for him right now. And, you...are the one from last night with the..." Her head nods to the cigarette. "Very nice hat." She smirks.

"This one is different. Looks like you have several."

"Seven."

"One for every day of the week, hmm?" You chuckle, nodding. "I'm a very simple person." You smile.

"I like your boots." She mutters, making you look down at your feet. "Oh, these ol' things? Just some casual wear." You suck in a breath before looking back up at her. Pulling out a lighter, you light the cigarette in your mouth. "I never got your name." You say muffled.

"Wanda."

"Wanda." You say dreamily.

"Don't wear it out."

"Hmm?"

"It's a phrase."

"Oh! Yeah, I-I know that one."

You have a goofy smile on your face as Wanda shifts on her feet nervously. A smile almost creeps back onto her face, but she gets distracted when her brother emerges from the bar. "You ready?" He asks, making her nod. He follows her gaze, a smile gracing his features as he recognizes you. "Ah! Y/N! Nice to see you, again." He waves, and you nod back. "Likewise."

The two file into the car, and you sigh as they both ride off.

---

Wanda looks back as the two ride off towards the recording studio near the town square. "Oh, finally getting over blondie, I see?" She rolls her eyes, turning back in her seat. "I don't even know her."

"Well, you do now. I hate watching you guys kiss and touch each other while not dating, it's gross."

"Just last week you gave Monica a hug and almost inhaled her?" Pietro avoids his sister's annoyed gaze. "She smelled like apple pie, I love apple pie." He shrugs. "That was perfume, dipshit." Pietro grunts, turning the corner as he pulls up to the street beside the studio. "Give Monica my love!" He yells as Wanda moves to the trunk to grab her guitar. "No." She shuts the trunk, noticing the middle finger she received from her brother.

He merges onto the street, before speeding off.

---

As the car drifts down the road, a smile stood on your face as the cigarette sat between your lips.

The door jingles, catching your attention as Scott walks out with a long leather coat, his signature glasses on his face.

"What's the job, Summers? Robbing? Roughing someone up?" You ask. The man smirks to himself, going to stand next to you. "There's this girl, young teenager, name's Gwen. She heard about plans Bobby and I had discussed about transfers to offshore accounts, and paying off inside guys at the precinct." He explains, leaning back on the wall.

"So you want me to beat up a child?" You ask, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "No, too much attention, she's Stacy's kid." Your eyes widen as you step back from him. "Woah! You mean...Gwen Stacy?  Stacy as in George Stacy? Sherriff George Stacy? Are you out of your fucking mind?!" You'd owed the man your life. You hated majority of the cops in your town, but Stacy was good to you. You liked Gwen, you used to babysit her in high school.

Scott nods, confused by your reaction. "Count me out." You go to leave, but he roughly grasps your arm. "You owe me." His tone is dangerous, and it makes your bones tingle. "You don't have to touch her, but make her scared enough to convince her dad to drop the case. Understood?" You reluctantly nod, pulling your arm out of his.

---

It had been a few hours into the recording session led to the band just taking a rest.

Everyone was either listening to the track, or scrolling on their phones. "Oh shit!" Wanda looks up from her guitar over at the reaction. "What?" She asks. "Come look." Carol waves her over, and Wanda obliges. "'The daughter of police Chief George Stacy was mugged in home robbery, no injuries.' I know her, we like...work together." Wanda frowns in sadness at the news.

"Oh, that's sad."

"Yeah, I mean how safe is a town if people go after the chief's daughter? Is it bad to say whoever this is has hella balls?" She chuckles, sitting up in her chair. "It's not like you're wrong." Kate speaks up. Carol shrugs, looking up at Wanda. "You wanna run it again, or?" Wanda shakes her head no.

"No, it sounded good."

"Alright, well...we have a demo to compile."

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i don’t need you - w.m

Summary: wanda rethinks all your years together after she finds her older memories, years after she begged you to leave. 

Warnings: angst :(

A/N: this is based off the scripted show I’ve been writing rn, and I actually love this sm. 

i missed you

Wanda smiled as Vision walked into the living room from the boys’ bedroom upstairs. “Alright, boys are down. What’s on the menu tonight, darling?” He asks with a smile. Wanda sat up on the couch, tapping her chin as if she really had to think about it. 

“How about that steak dinner you owe me?” She smirks. He chuckles, kneeling on the ground next to her. “Deal, but we don’t have any steak.” He shrugs, making his wife groan. “Alright, Jarvis.” She squints. “Pancakes and sausage for dinner?” She asks, a larger smirk on her face. “Now that, I can manage.” He smiles, grabbing her hand, and planting several kisses on it. 

He sighs, standing back up as he wipes his hands on his pants. 

“Two?” He asks, and Wanda nods. “Ay, ay, Captain.” Vision salutes, making Wanda giggle as he walks towards their kitchen. “Don’t wait up for me, darling. Get you some rest, I like the quiet.” He says over his shoulder. Wanda agrees in her head, glad that their room was only across the living room. 

She walked into the room, closing the door behind her as the flame on the stove clicked. “Ahh!” She heard, making her giggle. 

When she walked in, she noticed a small mess, and a few toys around. This mess obviously being caused by the twins, makes her sigh. Stretching back to relieve her tightened back, Wanda begins to clean up the toys and such, putting them in a small bag so she could take them upstairs later. It also seemed as though they had gotten into the closet.

The door was already ajar, and Wanda gasped at the small discovery of her older belongings, definitely knocked on the floor. It was most likely collateral to them going for the confiscated Nerf guns Pietro had gotten them for their birthday. 

She fell on her knees, collecting stuff from the ground. The first thing her hand touched makes her stop. It was a long velvet box, the golden necklace  you’d given her for prom. 

You walked up to her as she put her hair over her shoulder. A smile forms on her face as you stand behind her. Your mouth slightly grazes her neck, and then you look at her in the mirror. “I got you something.” You backed a away from her, pulling a long black velvet box out of your jacket pocket. She turned around, gasping in shock at the necklace that was inside. 

“Oh my god, Y/N. I-I can’t accept this.” You pull it out, snapping the box closed. “Of course you can, you will accept this, Maximoff.”

“Soon to be Y/LN?” She asks with raised eyebrows. “Maybe.” You smirk. “Let’s not think about that tonight, I-we just started over, I don’t wanna-” Wanda’s smirk falters, but she nods her head. “Yeah, yeah of course. Of course.” She closes the gap between your lips. 

She places the box back into the small crate, moving onto the other spilled items. For a moment, she falters once more, noticing the small letter tattoo on the inside of her wrist. It said “(your first initial)”. God, she missed you.

You and Wanda sat next to Pietro’s friend as he wiped off the leftover ink of the tattoo. 

“Holy shit.” She mutters. You chuckled beside her, your body leaning over Wanda’s neck, your chin resting on her shoulder. “You can barely see it, Wands.” She rolls her eyes, turning her head to kiss you on the cheek. 

“Did it hurt you?” You nod no, sitting up. “Nope.”

“I hate you so much sometimes.” She chuckles. “Remember when you drank for the first time at our birthday party, and it was fucking vodka, you barely flinched.” You chuckle. “I have a high pain tolerance.” You shrug. 

“No, you’re just really good at hiding your emotions.” She points out, standing up from the chair. “You may be right there, Wanda.”

Was it too painful to think about? Was it wrong to think about? No. She could recall telling Vision after she’d banished you from her life that it was okay to think of you. 

She didn’t want to though. You were only a high school love. Her only one in fact, it wasn’t like she actually loved Stephen back then. She missed the feeling you gave her. You were too sweet, even when you were brutally honest about how you felt, because you refused to be vague with her. 

“I don’t want to hurt you Wanda. That’s why I-I-I have to end this.” You’d been through a lot up to this point. Your sister’s car accident, your parent’s divorce, your mental decline, it had become too much. 

One day you’d gotten into a argument so bad, you punched a hole in the wall out of anger. “You aren’t going to hurt me!”

“How do you know that? Have you seen me in a blind rage?”

“No, but I trust you.”

“You shouldn’t.”

She kept looking through the stuff, and eventually decided to just pick it up, and move to the bed. 

Once she found a comfortable spot in the middle, she opened it up completely. The school letter she’d gotten for cheerleading, polaroid photos. One from that surprisingly good double date between you, her, Pietro and Monica. Which was surprising because her and Monica were fighting over you just a few months before, and now her and Pietro were married.

How did your life turn out? She asked your older sister once after they’d ran into one another, but that was 5 years ago. She’d said you were in tons of physical therapy after your “accident”, that of which she wasn’t comfortable to discuss. Pietro had mentioned he saw you when he visited their parents, but she didn’t care to ask on your status. 

She continued to look in the box. Her hands landed on another velvet box, making her eyes water. The ring, she’d never seen this one. She’d stupidly never looked at this box in what had been almost 7 years. You’d met Vision a few days before he proposed, gave it to him as a gesture, a promise you’d never see Wanda ever again. 

You knocked on the door lightly, before the door opened. You were met with a man much skinnier, but taller. Glasses stood above his nose, and he was dressed in a nice Christmas themed sweater. 

Your jaw was low, but you raised it clearing your throat. “Oh, uh, how can I help you?” He asked with a kind smile. 

“Uh, sorry, I’m uh...I’m Y/N. I don’t know if Wanda’s mentioned me, I-”

“Yes! I don’t think Wanda’s wanted us to meet, though.” He frowns. You chuckled, pulling the box from your pocket. “Yeah. Uh...look I’m never gonna come back around. So, I heard from Pietro you were gonna propose. I-I-I, god my fucking stutter.” You chuckle darkly. “I wanted to give you this.” You hand him the box. “It’s really expensive, you don’t give to her, unless you want to use it, or pawn it, I-I don’t care, I-”

“Y/N.” You stop your rambling, meeting his eyes. “Thank you. Merry Christmas.” He pats your shoulder, moving behind the door as you nod at him. He closes the door, and you let out a large sigh, placing your hands on your knees. 

She didn’t know this story. That’s why she froze. The bottom lip of the box had her name scripted in a gold outline. This ring was for her. For marriage.  

To her, it was now like Pandora’s box. If she opened it, she’d run away from her family just to see you. She tossed it back in the box. 

The last thing she pulled out was the one thing you’d loved. Her paintings of you. Some were nude, these ones were painted from memories of the beach house. The rest were candids, some from memory of your face, some based off of pictures. 

“Jesus Christ, Wands. This-This is fucking gorgeous, babe.” You kiss her on the cheek. “One day, I’m gonna buy you a studio.” Wanda shakes her head with a chuckle. “You flatter me, Y/NN.” You kiss her on her lips. 

“No, you need a platform. This room isn’t enough”

Another you begged Vision to keep from her about you was the fact that you did buy said studio as a “mysterious benefactor”. Wanda never questioned it. 

Maybe she regrets making you leave.

all night thinking - wanda maximoff

Summary:  new kids in town? no trouble at all. except when the younger, hotter one begins to take an interest in you.

Warning(s): Violence, Implied sex, Graphic description of injuries, Drinking, VERY slow burn 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36125824/chapters/90053545

Word Count: 2004

“Introducing…the fighter weighing 140 pounds! Your UWF Featherweight Champion! Y/N Y/LN!"

The crowd cheers in excitement as you burst from the corner, banging your gloves together as you stare down your opponent. "And her opponent, weighing in at 136 pounds! Natasha Romanoff!" Natasha doesn't move from her corner, smirking as she runs her tongue over her mouth guard. You both move into the middle of the ring, standing a few feet away.

"We good?" The ref asks you both, to which you nod yes, as does Natasha. "FIGHT!" The two of you tap gloves, before beginning to circle the ring. You look around Natasha stance, attempting to get a few punches in, some attempts being successful.  The fight gets serious when Natasha hits you with a rough kick to the face, knocking you on your back, The crowd erupts, and before Natasha can keep you on the ground, you bring your feet to her hips pushing her off of you before you pop up on your feet.

You shake yourself out of a daze, focusing on the fight. The match continues on with a few big hits to one another. After a while, you land a kick on the inside of Natasha's leg, making her stumble. In her small spout of pain, you take advantage of this, grappling on her leg. Using this leverage, you grab her up in the air, roughly slamming her on her back. She groans with a grunt.

Moving quickly, you grab her arm, roughly pulling it back in an armbar. A growl leaves your lips as you continue to add pressure. The hold lasts forever, but Natasha refuses to let up. With a sigh, you transition to a kneebar. This proves to be a mistake when Natasha starts throwing sharp hooks at your face with her hurting arm. Enough of them hit you that a cut opens above your eyebrow and you lose your once tight grip. She mounts on top of you, and you quickly react, bucking your hips and covering your face. She tries to steady herself upright, but you push her above your face, taking the advantage to lay blows at her chest.

She pushes herself back up, going right for your face, punching hard enough that your arms fall tired, and you cant even defend yourself well. She keeps going until eventually your hand falls on the mat, signaling the ref to call the match to end.

Your laid on your back, one of your eyes heavily swollen as you feel your managers, Sam and Bucky, as well the designated nurse, Sharon, by your side, trying to wake you up. You felt a few slaps on your face, making you sniffle as your eye opened. "Hey! You're alright!" Sam yells, patting your chest. "I'd beg to differ." Bucky mumbles, making Sharon chuckle. "Wow, way to show support, Buck."

"I know, I'm the best support system." The guys grab your hands, lifting you up as they drag you into the corner, and into the stool. Sharon pulls out some supplies, dabbing a cloth of alcohol on some of your cuts. Your practically out of it when the announcer speaks once more.

"And your winner, with a KO at 4:59 in the very first round, and your NEW UWF Featherweight Champion! Natasha Romanoff!" The crowd cheers as the red head as she accepts the belt.

"Wow, with one second to go." Bucky mumbles, making Sam hit him in the chest. Natasha pulls out her mouth piece, walking over to you. "Is she good?" She points to you, and Bucky and Sam notice how you were out cold. Sharon lightly taps on you the chest, startling you out of unconsciousness. "Good match." She lends out a hand to shake. You shook her hand, nodding groggily. "You kicked my ass." The woman giggles. "Yeah, I know. It was an honor." You hum, watching her walk back to her team. "Hey, you guys wanna do this at the gym, because I think they're about to clean up." Sharon says, watching some people stacking chairs on a rack as the audience begins to disperse.

"We can just go to my house?" Bucky fake gags at your suggestion, making Sharon smile to herself. Her eyes drift to the man. "Says you two."

Sam holds his hands. "I didn't say anything."

———

You and Sharon parted ways with Sam and Bucky, and she drive you both to your long stay motel. You helped yourself, the adrenaline helping you walk steadier as you trailed behind her up the stairs.

When you reached your door, you couldn't help yourself, grabbing the woman's arm, turning her around into a kiss. Sharon reciprocates, kissing you back. You smoothly pull your key card from her back pocket, sliding it in the reader, opening the door behind you both. You carry her in, pulling off the robe you worse before the match. Sharon stops for a second, pushing you back. "Wait. Can you see me?" She asks, rubbing near your swelling. "I personally don't mind the excessive amount of blood covering you right now." She smirks, biting her lip.

"You like that, huh?" she nods, pulling you closer. You carry her to the small bedroom, laying her on the bed. Standing back up, you smirk as you flicking, making her laugh as you jump back on the bed.

———

When you'd woken up in the morning, you saw Sharon gone and some of your wounds and cut dressed. Which meant you slept through the whole thing. Opening your phone, you see that it is 3:12 PM. "Holy shit."

A loud knock at your door, startled you out of bed. You dangled your legs over the bed, grabbing a pair of stray sweatpants. The knock grows as you get closer to the door. "Alright, alright! Calm down!" You open the door to a tall man in a outfit ready for combat. The man unfortunately happened to be Brock Rumlow, runner for the devil himself. You scoffed as he shoved an envelope into your chest. "Thanks." He nods, walking towards the stair without a word uttered. You look around, wondering if anyone saw the exchange.

Moving back into your room, you walked towards a drawer, grabbing a knife from it. The package was thick, and therefore slightly harder to open. After a few second, you open it, a pull out a large wad of cash. A letter falls out next to it.

My Dear Y/N,

Thank you for actually doing your job. And in the first round too, which earns you an extra $1,000. I hope you haven't informed anyone of our dealings. If you have, I suggest you tell me, so I can handle it.

But, besides that, I'd like to apologize for the loss of your championship, I know it was hard as the champion gets a bonus for each fight. I will personally be very happy to replace said bonus in the next check. Next week you have a match against Bobbi Morse. This time you will win, one of my best clients is betting on you! Thank you for cooperating.

From,

Pierce

You scoff at the letter, hiding it in a drawer. You decided that maybe it would help to go get a beer. It wasn't that far of a drive, and you could sort of see out of your right eye. You grabbed your keys, walking out the door, before you stopped. "Shirt!" You ran back to your closet, grabbing a shirt from your closet, and tossing it on.

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You walked into the bar, a few cheers rang as regulars noticed. You waved them off with a grunt, walking straight to the bar.  The bartender, Jessica, laughed as you sat down. "Rough night?" She smirks, motioning towards her own eye. "Yeah, yeah."

"I saw the video, Romanoff kicked your ass." She grabs a beer bottle before you can even ask, handing it to you. "I know." You take a long swig, gulping as you slam the bottle on the bar. "Hey, how's-" As Jessica began to ask you something, the sound of a plate crashing by the restroom caught both of your attention. A tall man with a potbelly is seen yelling at a smaller, leaner young man with silver hair, who looks quite nervous.

"Oh my god." Jessica groans. "Where's Frank?! I want my food done right!" A pair of heavy boots moving down the steps by the restroom and the click of what was most definitely Frank's shotgun rang through the usually quiet bar. "We got a problem here, Sully?"

"Yeah, this fucking Russian shithead brought me cold food." Frank nods, his facing feigning concern. His eyes look over to the food. "Sully?"

"Yeah?"

"You know this a fucking shrimp cocktail right?" The large man nods.

"Which mean it's supposed to be cold shrimp, you dispshit! Get the fuck out of here!" The younger boy shifts on his feet nervously. "Pietro! Go home, if I hear someone make fun of your accent one more time or call you a name, I'm gonna have to kill somebody." He pats Pietro on the back, before walking back up the stairs. Sully scurries out as Pietro pulls his phone out. "Is he new?" You ask.

"Yeah, started last week. He only works on weekends though, so you probably won't see him much." You nod, watching him walk behind the bar. He walks up to Jessica, lightly tapping her on the shoulder. Her eyebrows raise in amusement as she turns around to him. "Can I stay back here? My sister has my car." You snort to yourself, watching the exchange. "Sure, just..." She motions to the bar where you sat. "...sit over there, I like my space." The boy nods, taking off the apron and walking around the bar.

"So, why did you guys add shrimp cocktail to the menu again?" You ask. "Karen suggested it, Frank loves Karen, hates it when she's persistent, end of story." She explains. "Interesting." You nod to yourself as Jessica moves across the bar to another costumer. Pietro sits down a seat away from you, drinking a red drink from a cup. "Is that wine?" You ask with a smirk. "Cranberry juice." You chuckle, holding out your hand. "Y/N." The handshake is returned as he puts down his cup on the table. "Pietro." He responds, his accent thick.

"So...are you Russian?" He shakes his head no. "Sokovian." You hum, nodding as you take another swig of your bottle. "How long you workin' here? Younger guys like you barely last a month." Pietro's eyes widen slightly, and you chuckle, patting him on the shoulder. "I'm sort of kidding. It's just these guys that come in are rough. Jessica is freakishly strong, so she can fend 'em off, ya know?" He nods, listening intently. "I think I could handle it." he says with a shrug. "Hmm." You smile, taking one sip, tapping the bottom of the glass to get more, when another bottle is slammed in front of you. You chuckle at Jessica's annoyance, popping the cap off of the counter. "You spoil me." You say with a mocking tone, and she flips you off.

A jingle from the door is heard from the door after a while, and you turn your body to see who had arrived. A young woman steps through the door. She's clad in black leather, a short red dress donning her frame, her eyes outlined in black and her fingers riddled with rings. You hadn't noticed how vividly you described her in your head considering you could barely see her.

The girl walks towards the bar, and you closed your dropped jaw, turning back in your seat. "Ah! Sestra, finally!" Pietro exclaims, taking the keys dangling from her finger swiftly as he walked towards the door. You watched him leave, your eyes meeting the girl's eyes as she smiles, turning to leave with her brother.

"Gay." Jessica mutters, making your eye twitch.