08.| ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛ [2]

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    .CHAPTER EIGHT.
   [08]. The Accident.
   [PART TWO]
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  ʟᴏᴏᴋ ꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴍɪᴅɢᴀʀᴅɪᴀɴ
ꜱᴏʟᴅɪᴇʀ.
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EVERYTHING AT THE PARTY was going smoothly. Everyone loved Natasha and Natasha had been the happiest she's ever been around the team. They all made her feel welcomed. She and the kids played around and hung out most of the time while the rest of the adults stayed in the living room having a few drinks.

"Sorry I'm late, James! There was this truck full of bad guys and it's kind of hard getting around the city when everyone comes from wor—" Peter shouts as he runs inside the house.

Natasha's head snapped in the direction of Peter who had already been staring at her.

"Oh... hi!" Peter chirps with a small— yet awkward smile.

"Wow... you're like, really young." Natasha whispers, she looks the teen up and down.

"Oh... and you're like, really pretty." Peter softly says with a flirty smile under his voice.

"What?"

"What?"

Natasha shakes her head. "Sorry... I think I misheard you."

"Oh..."

Bucky narrows his eyes. "Okay, are all teenagers just really awkward?"

"It appears so." All the adults say in unison, earning glares from the kids in the room.

Peter clears his throat. "Do you um... I— how— do you—"

"Now would be a good time to spit out a sentence, son," James whispers.

Peter regains his thoughts and nods. "So um... is your boyfriend here, too?"

"I'm sorry, can you just give me a moment?" Natasha says before she darted out of the room.

Thor snorts. "Way to blow it."

James glances at Peter. "I thought I taught you better than this."

"I— leave me alone." Peter sighs in embarrassment.

About a minute later Natasha comes out of the restroom with an awkward smile. "How about we get started with the report?"

James shrugs. "Sure."

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