Professor Romanoff

chapter 13

A/N: repost because I accidentally deleted it 👍

Three months later

'Come on, Y/N, you need to hurry up!'

I look focused in the bathroom mirror, putting on my make up. 'Do I, now?'

She laughs and I hear her footsteps coming towards me. She goes to stand behind me and puts her hands on my waist, turning me around to her.

'Tasha,' I whine. 'I am trying to do my make up.'

She rolls her eyes and turns me back around again. 'Hurry up then.'

'What, do you want me to look like a clown?'

She laughs. 'You won't. But we have an appointment.'

I finish my make up and turn around to her again. 'You really think they won't always have time for an Avenger?'

She shrugs. 'Maybe they will. Are you done?'

'Yeah, let's go.'

Natasha steps out of the black Ferrari, walking up to my side of the car to open my door. People have formed a small circle around the car, taking pictures and everything. In the past three months I've gotten used to this. We have never officially made our relationship public, but at some point Natasha stopped teaching Russian, because the whole student teacher relationship was very looked down upon and people saw me with Natasha in public, so that.

She opens the door for me and holds out a hand. I smile at her, before grabbing it and stepping out of the car.

'Everyone aside, please!' Natasha calls out. The people step back a bit, so that we can walk through them to the shop. Before we have even reached it the door opens. A guy is standing there, in a black suit with a charming smile.

'Ladies! Welcome to our dress shop.'

Natasha gives him a quick smile. 'Thank you. We don't have much time, but we need to fit a couple dresses.'

He nods. 'Of course. That wouldn't be any problem at all.'

'Thank you,' I reply, while walking into the shop, leaving the crowd behind.

'Would you two like to drink something?'

'Yes, please,' I answer. 'A water please.'

'A water,' he nods. 'And for you?'

'I don't need anything,' Natasha says. He nods. 'Of course. Excuse me for a second while I go grab it.'

He disappears out of sight and Natasha immediately wraps an arm around my waist. She whispers in my ear: 'He was staring at you, darling.'

I roll my eyes and chuckle. 'Natasha, he wasn't. And even if he was, don't worry, I am not interested in him.'

She pulls me a little closer to her. 'Still.'

The boy returns. 'Here, your water.'

'Thank you.'

'We have a few dresses ready to fit for you. Please follow me.'

Natasha and I walk after him, her arm not leaving my waist, pulling me a little closer to her. We arrive in a simple room with a wooden floor, white walls, two mirrors, a purple curtain and a rack full of dresses.

'I'll come back in five minutes, if you two would like to search out something.'

Natasha nods. 'Yeah.' Her eyes follow him, burning a hole in his back as he walks away and closes the door behind him.

'I am excited for the party,' I finally speak.

She walks up to the rack of dresses. 'Me too. Stark always has pretty great parties.'